The Sky for Ara

Rea, Ayu Ngapusi

Unyil bread recipe

1. High protein flour (the usual chakra brand I use)500 grams

2. Blueband 120 grams

3. Sugar 100 grams

4. Yeast 3 teaspoons

5. Milk powder 1 sachet

6. Egg yolk 4 grains + 1 grain for spread

7. Warm water 200ml or enough

Ara continued to match the ingredients that were already available at the dinner table with the notes of the unyil bread recipe she got from Ida Tea. Ida tea is one of Earth's friends who live in the Lake. The two met frequently at the jidda school. At that time Ida Tea often back and forth Jakarta, but now only reply to messages as a connector of their friendship.

"You don't work, Ra?" ask Earth, he just finished changing the curtains. Eid al-Fitr is always waiting for his arrival with everything new.

"Work, Bun. Here I am again preparing the recipe for the Unyil bread first. Later that makes mami, because in an hour I leave," said Ara while locking the phone screen.

"When will Mas Ar get home?"

"Lusa, Bun. He was filming one more scene in Cibubur, he said, " said Ara with a disappointed look. He thought that after filming in Wonogiri, Aro would come home soon. In fact, the man who has a god-level ignorance, borrowing the term child today, even still have to go to Cibubur.

"But that's it she's coming home, right?" looking at Earth, he felt a little excluded because Aro called Ara more, not himself.

"Home, just late," said Ara, disappointment still can not be resolved.

The earth smiled, he hugged his daughter's shoulder. "It's important that he gathers with us, right?"

Ara nodded, "I'm angry that she's still at work."

The earth laughed, he hugged Ara from the side. "I can't wait for grandchildren."

"Mother ...." The timid whimpering of spoiled Ara made the Earth laugh even louder.

"Mother, I'm ashamed!" exclaiming Ara scowled, pretending to be annoyed.

"Aro Ara, later his son became Arora," chirped the Earth released his embrace and then ran away to avoid the raging Ara who was already upset.

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At exactly 5 p.m., Ara walked out of the clinic. The sling bag on his left shoulder made a loud noise as he walked. "Duh, this dime makes a noise," his grunts then stop and open the metal black bag.

He rogoh some 500 rupiah denominated metal money then move it on a small pink wallet in the form of love. "Well, safe. No more noise."

Ara then continued her steps, that afternoon she had to go home to Mother because she would re-open the fast together. This time without jidda and Zahra. Just focus on their little family. Although incomplete without the presence of Mahija Aro and Mahija Akhza.

The clouds that were starting to blacken and roll around made Ara speed up her pace. He did not want rain, because he did not bring an umbrella.

Just crossing the street and preparing to stop public transport, a black sedan stopped in front of him. Ara was a little more withdrawn. He was astonished who deliberately stopped the car in front of him?

Soon came out a beautiful girl whose hair was tied high to form a loop on the back of her head. Her neckline was perfectly exposed as the girl was wearing only a white tanktop. Sunglasses enhance its appearance.

"Hi, Ara huh?" greet the girl as she reached out, "Me, Rea. His ex-girlfriend Mahija Aro. Recognize?" continued the girl who turned out to be Rea while opening her glasses.

Ara shook Rea's hand back, "Yes, I'm Ara. What's up?"

"Crazy, don't like the pleasantries?" sindir Rea cackled.

"Udah is overcast, so I have to take a step home," said Ara trying to calm down to get Rea's insinuation.

"I'm also to the point, Ara. Listen up!" exclaiming Rea brought her mouth closer to Ara's ear. "You should leave Aro. If not, I could destroy him!" rea threatened Ara.

Ara was obviously shocked, yet she tried to calm down. He clenched his hands, bracing himself to answer Rea's threats.

"You who? how dare you say you want to destroy Ar's life!" sentak Ara is no less firm.

"Are you not a coward?" Rea laughed softly Ara.

"I'm just afraid of God, apart from Him I can face," Ara replied with a laugh no less mocking.

"You're cheating on me?" pointing at Rea, her index finger raised to Ara's face.

"No, who's the bad guy?" kilah Ara now he is more relaxed, one hand holds the rope sling bag the other he put into the pocket of black plisket skirt that he wears.

Ara stood up straight, she raised her chin. People like Rea have to fight. He didn't want to lose much less about Aro. Although, deep down in his heart was terrified, he did not want to show it.

"You really, really want Aro to break more than let him go?" urged Rea to sneak into Ara's face.

"I have God, where I ask that Masku be well. I'm not afraid of your threats!" exclaiming Ara stared cynically at Rea. Things he never did all this time. Deep in the heart, he felt guilty for being arrogant.

Rea growled, she glued her teeth together with her clenched hands. "Review you, Ara!" again a threat he placed on Ara.

"Thank you for bothering to come here for me" whispered Ara very slowly, but with great emphasis. "But, as long as I'm right, I'm not afraid. Because there is a God who is always watching me and also mas Ar," continued Ara made Rea growl annoyed as he moved and re-entered his car. After closing the door violently, the girl drove forward at high speed.

Ara let out a sigh, she gently rubbed her face as she stood up and muttered, "Mas, you're careful, yes."

Already adzan maghrib when Ara arrived at Earth's house. The whole family had gathered in the dining room, except for Akhza. He was absent that day due to a busy hospital schedule.

"So the bread was ushered too, right to the mosque?" ask Ara on Earth.

"Yes. Fadan the same Atar that intersects," tell Earth.

They were already sitting facing the dining table enjoying the opening menu that day. Unyil bread with sweet tea sugar typical Malahayu stone.

Ara broke into chewing her bread. It was supposed to be delicious, but her memory of Rea made her lose her appetite.

"Teh, said Mama Lili, later lebaran pesen bread unwyil to be sent to her sodaranya," said Atar who had spent five pieces of soft-textured bread.

"Begging for the same taste of cheese in many words," Fadan timpal added the sentence Atar.

Ara did not answer, she did not focus on Fadan or Atar's words. Even the words of the two boys were barely heard by him.

"Mama Lili also said, later please packed into a beautiful container. Or all wear sweet hampers" said Atar, but Ara still did not respond.

Ara's attitude made Vanya and Earth look at each other. Through eye movements, Vanya as if to light the Earth rebuking Ara.

"Ara, Honey. You daydreaming?" The earth touched the back of Ara's hand that was placed on the table.

"E-eh Bun, what Mother?" Ara gurgling.

"Ara Denger didn't Akang say what?" todong Bumi while probing into Ara's face.

Ara shook her head, "Sorry, Ara is too focused on enjoying the bread."

Clearly Ara was lying, the bread she had eaten from earlier was only one. Even his favorite sweet tea was still untouched.

Earth clearly knew her daughter was lying. He rubbed the back of Ara who was sitting next to him.

"You don't have the talent to lie, please after this story to Mother," whispered Earth made Ara nod.

"What did Akang say?" this time Ara turned towards Atar.

"I've spoken, later Teteh asked me to Mother or Mami Vanya. Or Kak Sanu all of you," Atar's tirade felt that he had been ignored.

"Iih Akang is angry at Teteh? yes Teteh sad," Ara put on a crying face and pretended to rub her eyes, as if she was crying.

"That's ah! I want to go to the mosque first," sela Atar then went and invited Fadan to come along with him.

"Guts!" vishnu's shout made all the crew and players cheer in joy. That night became the last night Aro and his friends filmed in one of the villages in Wonogiri.

"Tomorrow the last scene, Ar. Inget, I don't want to take it many times!" vishnu reminded.

Aro just shut up, he's the hardest if the scenes are friendly. Especially this time he was someone's future husband.

"Why?" whispered Ayuni who was opening her hijab. "Would it be the hardest for a friendly scene?" continue Ayuni guessed the turmoil of Aro.

Aro cleared his throat, then let out a long sigh. He wants to be honest, but prestige for fear of being labeled as an unprofessional artist.

"Sign me a lo girl, or lo wife," suggested Ayuni as it passed leaving Aro who was increasingly confused what to do.

Aro chose to return to his room. He packed up the things he would bring home tomorrow morning. Omar's absence makes Aro a little overwhelmed to take care of his own needs. Luckily, there was Oji who always helped.

After being sure that none of his belongings were left behind, Aro returned to the outside of the room. Just when he arrived at the living room, his friends were noisily talking about the delivery that had just arrived.

"What agent are you, Ar?" tanya Oji patted the large cardboard that was in front of her.

"That's the same mukena holster for the people around here," said Aro then approached the cardboard.

"Do you want me to help you?" oji's suggestion made Aro nod.

"Later I say this from Mahija Aro," said Oji.

"No need!" sela Aro shook her head. "Thank you, don't tell from me" he continued, sitting next to Oji and rubbing his face.

"Why lo? really frustrating," guess Oji.

"Gue was the least happy for the scene. It can't be me" Aro said, shaking his head.

"Lo inget not filming time at Puncak with Risa?" babble Oji.

"Hmm, suck. I thought that, "remember Aro was full of regrets.

"But at that time you could have a friendly scene with Risa," said Oji made Aro reminisce about the incident.

Aro remembered very well, after talking a lot with Oji, smoking, even drinking at that time, he could finish the intimate scene with Risa. Although in the end he was drunk and made him go home mother in a state of unconsciousness. It was Ara who took care of him.

"Lo can do it, man!" exclaiming Oji cheered and made Aro nod, but hesitated.

"Gue help, just calm down. It's also malem tomorrow, isn't it?" guess Oji.

"It's crazy if it's noon, fasting gini," Aro grumbled to make Oji laugh wide.

After that, Aro himself chose to go outside the house. A little away from home is usually a better signal. Sure enough, when he opened the messaging app, there were some new chats coming in. One of them is from My Adore.

"Tumben chat first," muttered Aro pleased.

[Assallamu'alaikum, Mom. Do not forget to pray and ask for God's protection, yes]

Aro smiled happily. Ara's sentence about reminding him to pray, seemed the best alarm for him.

[Wa'alaikumsalam, Ra. You don't forget me. Pray for me too.]

A reply message for Ara just sent a few moments. He was willing to wait in a dark place with a little noise by the sound of mosquitoes in order to reply to a message with Ara.

[I never forget you. Just be careful, yes! take care, keep your heart, keep your faith!]

Aro frowned, not usually Ara told him to guard the heart. He re-typed in a reply to Ara.

[My heart is right there, it's your heart. Only you can take care of it.]

Soon a message from Ara came back in

[Becanda mulu ah. Just take care of yourself, yes! do not be easily influenced by anyone. Don't be negligent, Mas. Yes it was ... Assalamu'alaikum.]

Aro re-typed in a reply for Ara's message, but it failed to deliver without Aro knowing.

While at Bumi's house, Ara was sitting on the balcony of her room holding a mushaf she had just finished reading before replying to Aro earlier.

Ara has spoken about Rea on Earth and Akash. Both of her parents comfort Ara and convince Ara that everything will be fine. Faintly from Atar's room sounds beautiful music. A song belonging to Marcell Siahaan entitled hunch apparently the middle of the young boy was playing.

Ara was fixated on the lyrics of the song, secretly her lips humming along.

Hurry home, hurry back, don't go again

I have a feeling I want you to come home quickly

Hurry back and don't leave again

Ara stopped humming, she did not memorize the next lyrics. Just listen to it vaguely.

At last it is like a river that waddles the ocean

I know exactly where I'm going to boil

May there be time (my dear)

I believe nature also speaks

There is meaning behind all signs

This feeling is a sense of longing or a sign of danger

I don't care if I keep running

Hurry home (hurry home), hurry back, don't go again

I have a feeling I want you to go home quickly (quickly home)

Hurry back and don't leave again

And look at my dear (look at it)

The rain was pouring down like I was in tears

Simultaneously until the lyrics, rain spots wet the earth. Ara did not come in. He let his face look up to the sky. Making the water droplet wet a moment of his face. "Hurry home, Mas," he groaned with a throbbing heart of pain.

While the last verse of the song is still beautiful and vaguely caught by Ara's sense of hearing.

(hurry home, hurry back, don't go again)

(my gut feeling) wants you to come home quickly

(hurry back, don't go again) I just want you to come back

(i think I want you to come home soon)

(quick back, don't go again)

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Thank you Mama Ida Unyilnya bread recipe and Mama Dwi Lili wait for the order to slide yes, hehehe.

Thank you to the brothers, Teteh, Ceuceu, Mother, Mama Kece and friends who are still accompanying Ara. Still Ara wait like and comment.