The Sky for Ara

The Most Beautiful Gift, Ara

Time passed quickly, days continued to roll by the week. Arriving on the 14th day of Ramadan, the sweet heart of the girl who now has cheeks added chubby, according to Atar, his sister, covered with beautiful dreams.

She is Ara, the girl can not wait for the return of her brother who will soon become her husband. Sounds a bit strange, an older sister who is going to be her husband.

Life is always full of surprises. How was Aro, the older brother who was going to be her husband, ignorant and cursory to Ara. Now the man who works as an artist has an attitude inversely proportional. She was so sweet and gentle to Ara. Even when far apart Ara can still feel it.

That afternoon, Ara was arranging egg pudding to the checkbox to be delivered to the mosque as an iftar menu that day.

"Why is it called egg pudding? this is more like a boiled egg, Tea," commented Fadan, the child brought from the village uyut by Aro.

"It's up to you to name what. Be aware that you are addicted after trying it," said Ara while closing the box and sliding it into the middle of the table.

"Ra, is it all right?" a familiar voice to Ara made the young pink-hijab girl turn towards her.

"Udah, Bang. Want an interracial brother?" Ara asked back.

"Yes, you want to come along, Dan?" sahut Akhza then asked Fadan, whose eyes were already well, to try the pudding, which he thought looked more like a boiled egg.

"Follow dong, usually I'm the same as inter," replied Fadan eagerly.

"Where's that? you call gih! let it not be kesorean," Ara's decree made the boy obey without having to be told again.

"Ra, you really add chubby," teased Akhza with a restrained laugh.

"Dragon!" exclaims Ara while throwing napkins into the face of Akhza who he just used to wipe the table. "Nyebelin!" connect Ara then take back the napkin that fell to the floor, but had touched Akhza's face.

"Get more beautiful, Ra ,,,,"

Stunned Ara was more beautiful, because the sentence was spoken by a man who had, maybe even still, loved her.

"Udah ah, you go to the Masjid!" ara exclaimed and then moved, but only a step later Akhza's voice held him back.

"You and Ar should be happy, Ra!"

Ara was stunned again, without daring to turn her head.

"If mas Ar doesitainin you," continued Akhza then approached in the direction and aligned himself with the girl. "I will fight again" he added with a slight whisper.

"Abang no need to fishing in murky water, I'm the same mas Ar all right. The real dong do'ain!" ara protested when her heart was exploding like boiling water. Between anger and nervous being one

"Just kidding!" kilah Akhza then chose to leave Ara, the man brought with him a box containing egg pudding to be delivered to the mosque.

"You're not the type of person who likes to joke, Bang," murmured Ara staring at the pain of Akhza's departure.

That day was indeed the schedule for breaking fast with the whole family. Sanu was present even though he still looked timid. He and Miza are not married, besides Ilham who is still reluctant to accept, jidda also forbid the two lovebirds were married until the baby conceived Sanu was born.

It took Jidda quite a long time to accept all of this. He even for days without appetite and his health condition decreased due to the news that very touched his heart. Inspiration should not be asked, since he knew his son was wrong, almost every day Miza was hit by his wrath and anger. Zahra did not even know what to do to wake her husband to understand that everything that had happened only needed to be lived and received with grace. Allah never gives misfortune without wisdom in it. Miza is now a more polite person, even a few days ago she apologized to Ara. Miza also became more responsible, she was not even wasteful as usual.

In the middle room with a large family carpet roll out it sits in a circle facing a dish that is very appetizing. However there is less, no hadie there Ayesha and Sea who happen to have another pickle.

"This is Ara all that cooks?" ask jidda with sparkling eyes, the article among the many dishes there is a favorite sour vegetable of the white woman.

"Help mother, Sanu sama mami too, Jidda," said Ara staring at Earth, Vanya and Sanu alternately.

"Who are the vegetables made by?" probing the jidda, his saliva almost dripped looking at the puff of smoke with the fresh scent of that large clear white bowl.

"She dong!" exclaimed Ara while patting her chest with a crisp laugh.

Then their joy dissolved with Maghrib time, the glasses filled with toilet fruit ice moved into each stomach. Egg pudding becomes the first to run out, even though the maker itself does not like the chewy textured food. Ara was only happy to make it because it was her father's favorite food.

After opening, they all compact the magrib prayer first. Usually will eat heavily after tarawih prayers. Except for Jidda, the grandmother of the seven grandchildren (may be eight when counted with Ara) chose to eat directly.

Tarawih together at home became a rare moment and only this time they did. With the diimami Ilham, the circumcision prayer which is only performed in the holy month of Ramadan was completed at exactly 20:00 WIB.

After shaking hands with each other, they immediately returned to the living room to enjoy a heavy meal. The initial minutes all went well, the delicious food was able to spoil the tongue and stomach after a day of fasting.

"Ara is fat now?" zahra's chirps probed into Ara's face which instantly blushed red.

"I'm up 5 kilos, Umma," I'm shy Ara.

"The bride-to-be must contain, let it look fresh," said Bumi. He would rather see the current Ara.

"But pity you, Ra has an aspiring artist? the artist's profession was not always smooth. Not like entrepreneurs like us. The artist's future is gloomy," said Ilham who immediately struck Ara's heart.

Not only Ara, Bumi as the mother of Aro felt very hurt to hear his favorite son when his future was gloomy. Akash was the same, in his seat he was already furious. His hands clenched with his jaw hardened.

"You're spoiling Aro too much, he's going the wrong way. It's your fault too, Zha. Why when Aro was little you made him a model of your clothes," said Ilham, this time even Zahra joined the emotions.

"Why the hell if talking is never filtered?" todong Zahra with watery eyes, even snot out of his nose.

"Loh, it's true that the artist's future is bleak. Not if it's a scandal. What can you be proud of?" ilham's insistence made Akash unable to hold back his anger.

"Bang, my son is not the best. But, for us, Aro is a favorite. He remains our pride!" asserted Akash, still trying to dampen the anger that had overflowed.

"Don't judge people. See for yourself Miza's behavior!" Zahra barked with tears.

"Yes, Bi. Why is Abi happy to comment on other people's lives without looking glassy?" Alisha who was sitting beside Zahra and Ara spoke up.

"Abi always said without thinking about other people's feelings. Conscious, Bi. I'm not a good child either, even Alisha's sister has also had her impact. How many men have retreated because they know Abi's attitude?" Miza also spoke. He was long annoyed by his attitude.

"Why did you corner me?" accuse Ilham, from his movements the man prepared to move.

"Because Abi never felt wrong. Always look down on others!" jolt Alisha, whose heart is being broken because a week ago the man who had wanted to be serious with her retreated slowly due to the attitude of Inspiration who always looked down on others.

"It's ... already!" lerai jidda's. "You're all grown-ups, try with a cool head. Don't corner each other!" continue with a breath of breath.

"Take it better to go!" drive Alisha with her sobs. "When can it change?" she continued with tears that were getting broken.

"Sir, no, sister!" whispered Ara who was sitting next to Alisha. "Sister don't snap abi!" ara wiped Alisha's tears with her finger.

Feeling cornered, Ilham finally chose to leave. He's always been like that. It's been making a mess usually going away. Though he is a loving husband, only sometimes his speech is too late.

The departure of Ilham makes the atmosphere so slightly melted. Although, Earth herself still felt her heart throbbing pain. Aro for him is a favorite, he always prayed for the good of Aro. When someone says so badly about her, it feels the same as hurting her.

While in that mood, Ara's phone rang. Incoming call from Aro. He breaks his body away from Alisha, before Ara was embracing her cousin's sister.

"Mother want to talk to you?" bargain Ara before answering Aro's call.

"Diloudspeak, Ra. We want to know what he said to you?" motu Miza's.

"Yes, Ra ... Do you like to talk about what the hell is a phone call?" Rud chimed in to make Ara finally comply.

Ara answered the call and obeyed what Rud was talking about.

"Assallamu'alaikum the future mum."

Just touching Aro's greeting made Ara feel her cheeks hot. While everyone looked at each other with a smile on hold.

"Waala'ikum hail, Mas."

"Where is it?"

"Where in the house, Mom? how can I call?"

"I'm again at Untari's chicken noodle shop, which I told you about."

Ara briefly remembered the name bu Untari then nodded herself.

"Not taraweh?"

"Taraweh dong, dear."

The phrase Aro makes the whole family boisterous. The teasing cries from their mouths were earthy to Aro and Ara.

"How dare you, did you say baby?" timpal Atar shouted.

"Still sealed, Mas. Don't be dearest!" Miza followed screaming.

"Yes, Mas. I'll be Bang Miza!" Rud came shouting unconsciously his words had already made someone duck. It was Sanu, the young pregnant woman who was slightly offended.

"Ra, you loudspeak?"

Ara immediately turned off her call. He moved and then turned back.

"Lo anyway, pake seduced!" accuse Rud of Miza.

"Lo first, Rud!" retorting Rud made Miza throw him with a scrap tissue.

"I'm lucky to comment just a little," said Atar.

"Well, this kid's following along too. Attack Rud!" miza exclaimed at Rud.

Not yet had the attack received by Atar, the boy immediately stood up and pulled Fadan's wrist to go with him.

"Break, Dan!" he shouted as he ran away leaving the middle room.

Only Akhza did not dare to comment, he smiled in his seat. A smile full of wounds. It turns out that being sincere is hard. His heart still trembled looking at Ara.

Meanwhile, Ara chose to move to the backyard. He called Aro's number again and soon the man answered his call.

"Oh, I'm dead, Ra?"

"So many people. I'm shy. Why do you call me darling? lebay!"

"I love you."

"Ah, ah. We're not Junior High, Mas!"

"Keep what son dong?"

"Mas, don't keep joking. How's fast?"

"My fast is fine. But, something's not good, Ra."

"What?"

"I miss you. It's acute, like cancer is late-stage."

Ara stumped a smile. He could not deny, Aro's sweet words always warmed his heart.

"Ra, what's diem?" when did you faint?"

Ara shook her head, laughing without a sound. He was both angry and amused at the same time. How could that be so high Aro's confidence?

"When do you come home?"

"Four days more. What do you want to nitip?"

"Nitip my future husband let me come back here safely. Tell him, don't be too sweet to have a mouth. Sugar can also be a disease when used excessively."

Aro heard Ara's statement. After Ara disconnected her call, Aro chose to immediately finish the sweet tea he ordered. His gaze shifted to the buskers outside who were performing the song Sheila on 7. Although the old song, very nice to hear these nights.

Seeing your laughter hear your humming

It is clearly visible in my eyes your beautiful colors

Looking at your steps lamenting your life story

It is clear that your heart is the most beautiful gift I have ever had

Your nature always assuages my ambitions

The edge of my khilaf from a withered flower

When you're by my side, the world returns cheerful

Affirm that you are the most beautiful gift I have ever had

Gently caress your fingers, coolly look at your face

Warmly embrace your promise, oh

Gently caress your fingers, coolly look at your face

Warmly embrace your promise

The greatest gift I ever had

Gently caress your fingers, coolly look at your face

Warmly embrace your promise, oh

Gently caress your fingers, coolly look at your face

Warmly embrace your promise

The greatest gift I ever had

Aro got up from his seat, he walked out and was ready to record the action of Akmal and his friends who are members of the Pabo band.

"Gue upload in ig nih, who knows there will be a producer who lyrics. It's a pity if it's just a street busker," muttered Aro continued to record until the song ended.

"Eh, I'm Ar!" sapa Akmal then greeted Aro, followed by his friends to do the same.

"Gue uploaded your video on sosmed. Who knows, a lot of people will like it" tell Aro.

Not yet Akmal replied, Ayuni who that night looked beautiful wearing a black mini dress with long decomposed hair came over.

"Come, Ar!" take her to pull the jacket that Aro is wearing. "Gue's done, yuk pull it out!" ayuni. His smile made Akmal unable to take his eyes off.

"OK!" sahut Aro, then say goodbye to Akmal and his friends.

Akmal still looked at Ayuni until she and Aro got into the car.

"Buy what the hell? until full of car gini?" aro asked as he looked towards the steering bench at the back.

"Busco, Ar. Want me to share for the citizens." Ayuni replied as she pulled the dress to cover the thighs.

"Crazy, Ayuni is generous. I thought it was just imaging," Aro's lead made Ayuni hit her arm.

"Damn it!" ayuni with a face grouching annoyed. "Well, manhunt!" his jolt made Aro comply to drive the car.

"Ar, you do not be too close to the crew" said Ayuni reminded.

"Not everyone you think is good, is really good. Don't fuckin' cover, Ar!"

Aro shook his head, he had never been close to the crew. Only a few of these days do we often spend time together.

"Gue just ngingetin. Don't be bullied!" ayuni's message while pointing her index finger at Aro's face.

Aro just nodded. He memorized the meaning of the word Ayuni leads to where. He could guess it. The two no longer talk. Leave the roar of the car engine as their introduction to take the road that night.

Song lyrics source: Musixmatch

Songwriter: Eross