The Sky for Ara

Where Can I Get Angry

Ara had just finished dressing the baby who was born a few hours ago. Baby of male sex. She weighed 2.9 kilograms and was 55 centimeters tall, a baby born from the womb of a 16-year-old woman. Pregnant out of wedlock with an irresponsible lover.

"So a godly child yes, dear," murmured Ara while rubbing the baby's red cheeks.

Ara's eyes were misty, considering that she had once been in such a position. It's just that the baby is luckier, the mother and grandmother seem to love him very much.

Ara takes the baby to the nursery of her mother, Eva. On her bed, Eva was lying down with her mother sitting on a chair beside her bed.

"Nih, the grandpa is handsome," said Ara while giving the baby to the grandmother who greeted him with a happy smile.

"Where are you, Ev? still limp or dizzy?" ara asked Eva while rubbing Eva's legs wrapped in a blanket.

"Just drowning, Mom," said Eva.

"Call Teteh aja, Ev," said Ara who had been feeling close to Eva since her arrival yesterday morning.

"Yes, Tea" said Eva, covering her mouth with one hand.

"I'm leaving. There will be my assistant standing by. Lunch later brought the same Fenti Tea," some Ara while looking at Eva and her mother named, Lela alternately.

"Oh yes, Tea. Hatur nohun," (thank you) said Lela as she stood holding a tiny baby wriggling in her cradle.

"Sami-sami, Mum. Do not hesitate, if you need anything directly ask to Teh Fenti or Ceya," Ara said as she stepped out of the room.

Ara returned to her room which was upstairs. Since opening a few months ago, Ara has had several regular patients who often check the womb, immunization of infants, injectable KB, and check health.

Because of his work, he rarely went home. Vanya now lives alone there, while Sanu is married to Miza and brought to Jakarta.

Ara swept her face using a cotton swab that had been moistened using facial cleansing liquid. Her lips are not separated from the smile reviews. His heart certainly blossomed, today a promise he had to keep.

Fresh taste penetrates the pores of Ara's face. He then daubed the moisturizer and a little powder on the surface of his face. Not to forget the nude pink lipmatte, always it's his mainstay, he rubs it on the tiny lips that continue to review the smile.

"I keep smiling anyway?" he said commenting on himself.

"Mas, how are you? jahilnya still exist? how's grin? I miss ...." Ara's eyes suddenly fogged up.

How three years ago Ara put aside her feelings of love for Aro to reach her goal first. It acts as if it is strong apart from Aro. He closed his eyes and ears from the news about Aro.

Ara was really just focused on her goal. In the long nights in her room while in Surabaya, the girl as much as possible dismissed the shadow about Aro. It's not easy, but he can get through. When he remembered Aro, he switched to recitation.

Ara took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. A hint of calmness he felt after the tightness that suddenly attacked. The roll-up of longing that he has been looking at for three years must be resolved immediately.

Ara removed the instant hijab and replaced it with a wide pashmina of broken white. He set himself on the mirror when his hijab was perfectly covered his head, chest to his back.

"Thank you, Mother. It's taking care of me and letting me love your son" Ara said, typing the phrase on her phone screen and sending it to a contact she named Surgaku.

Once again Ara frowned, then stepped up. He picked up the sling bag hanging behind the door, put the phone in his pocket and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going, Ra?" asked Fenti while sniffing towards Ara. "Meuni seungit orok" he continued. (Such a baby)

"You want to find a husband" whispered Ara.

"The Aro?" guess Fenti Tea.

Ara did not agree, nor did she nod. He simply smiled as he greeted Fenti and advised him to look after Eva and just close the practice today.

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Aro parked the car on the OTISTA road, he then walked a few meters until he reached the entrance gate 1 Bogor Botanical Garden. The atmosphere there is still quiet. Not many people have visited. The situation is now different from a few years ago when he and Ara had come to this place.

The order of the city is now more orderly and orderly. The store that used to sell trinkets is no longer there. Traders who usually sell food on the shoulder of the road are also not seen. Aro looked around, Bogor was different.

The man stood under the shade of a tree to protect himself from the blazing sun that shone that day. Many times his eyes glanced at the watch on the wrist.

"Ten more minutes," he murmured.

He continued to watch the angkot that stopped, maybe the one who came down from it was Ara. Honey, until ten minutes passed, Ara still never came. Aro started to panic, did Ara forget her promise? His mind fosters prejudice.

While at her practice, Ara arrives Akhza before she actually leaves.

"I want to see your progress" said Akhza, entering without waiting for Ara to invite him.

Ara patted her head, as Akhza went straight in without asking where Ara was going. Ara followed the man who was walking hastily.

"Abang, I want to go" said Ara hoping Akhza would let her go.

"Wait!" yelled Akhza who was checking the completeness of the medicine on the glass cabinet. He checked one by one the drugs.

"Abang, I'm leaving. Brother can be here until the apocalypse too," whined Ara. He doesn't want to be late.

Akhza snorted, "I checked your place for better performance. You want to go, what the hell?" akhza.

"Abang, not that. But, I want to meet Mas Ar, "elak Ara with a clear tone.

"He can wait, while I have no more time" Akhza said as he stepped through another room.

"If it's not Mother who keeps telling me to come here, I don't want to either, Ra!" then shouted.

Ara was stunned, she felt that she should really appreciate the arrival of her brother. Let him be more skilled than him. Right what Akhza said, Aro can wait. So thought Ara.

A long time ago Akhza was in the practice of Ara. Until the toilet did not escape the examination. "Clean, comfortable," he commented.

The last thing Akhza checked out was the treatment room that Eva and her baby and mother are now in. Akhza examined one by one the equipment in the room. All complete made Akhza nods happily. Ara continued to be agitated, because the time has shown at 10:15 minutes. It's too late.

"Abang, I'm leaving now huh?" ara Pinta.

"Aren't you gonna give me a drink first?" search Akhza.

"Dragon!" his jolt, "i'm late," lowered his voice.

Akhza laughed loudly, "I'm anter."

"No need," rejected Ara, he was afraid that his problem would spread everywhere if he came with Akhza.

"You want to get stuck in Cilebut? not in Kebon Pedes yet?" said Akhza made Ara so frowned because of course the area was jammed.

"Tuh, I'm just here pinjem motor Atar. No traffic jams," he complained while pointing at the matic motor parked in front.

"That's a big brother. Kayak deliberately came just as I wanted to meet," murmured Ara

"Let's get anter!" yelling Akhza while pulling the sling bag Ara makes the girl finally comply.

After making sure that Ara was wearing a helmet and sitting in her most comfortable position, Akhza drove the bike carefully.

"Call it, Bang. Later Mas Ar will wait for me later," cried Ara voice blurred by the roar of another vehicle but still can be heard Akhza.

"Three years he's jabanin, only a few hours he's gonna give it up?" akhza's reply yelled to make Ara hit the man's helmet.

"For so long is this guy nyebelin?"

Ara no longer tastes sound, but Akhza repeatedly speaks. It's not clear what the man said anyway.

Sure enough, the Cilebut station area is indeed jammed champion. Luckily they use the bike so they can overtake the left right.

"Try if you ride the angkot, can long time nyampenya."

Ara did not answer, she just assented in her heart while continuing to look at the clock on the screen of the phone that has shown at 10:55.

"Toward, twice as long as the train passes by."

Again Ara was not interested in answering, he felt very guilty to Aro. Now, an hour later he arrived.

"Please, give money to your father!" Akhza patted Ara's hanker while pointing to the fathers who arranged traffic on the door bars of the train around Kebon Pedes.

Ara snorted, not annoyed at being told to give money. But upset his knee touched Akhza. Ara then took the 50 thousand money in the wallet on her bag.

"Nothing else, I just have it. Don't bring me why? usually not much talk!" moaning Ara while turning the eyeballs, annoyed.

"Totally sensitive," said Akhza.

"Well, if Mas Ar doesn't wait for me. It's my fault!"

"Too until Mas Ar doesn't wait for you, I'm ticking!"

"Yetoooo!" ara shouted while hitting the man's helmet.

"Jewish, Ra. There is no sweetness to the future sister-in-law."

The barrier gutter is reopened, Akhza immediately forwarded his bike. Race with other drivers to advance first. Ara immediately gave the money to the father who was in charge of arranging the vehicle as it passed through. The father shouted thanks while nodding a smile at Ara. There were also some people who gave him money and food.

"Healthy, yes sir," murmured Ara.

Akhza again accelerated the speed of his motorbike when he again split the road. The girl cheered happily as they passed the Salak hospital which was on the street of General Sudirman. He added sumringah when the field sempur already seen. Then Siloam hospital was already passed anyway and Tugu Kujang already seen it means that only a few minutes left he will meet Aro.

"Ra, it's Mas Ar's car." Akhza slowed down the speed of the motorbike so that Ara could clearly see the Aro Car parked around the OTISTA road.

Ara smiled, Aro is still waiting for her. "Eat him a splinter!" sentak Ara makes Akhza laugh, he is happy if his two sisters are happy.

The one that finally arrived. Akhza stopped his bike right in front of Aro who was unaware of their arrival. Ara immediately went down and took off her helmet and gave it to Akhza. Aro still did not know about the arrival of Ara because the man was facing the other direction.His eyes were fixed on a Mall that stood firmly at the end there.

"Mas, Assalamu'alaikum." The voice of Ara said that greeting.

Aro did not immediately turn his head, he was afraid it was just a hallucination. The man looked down for a while then closed his eyes and then turned around with the two neutrals still closed.

"Mas, it's me. Ara." Ara spoke again with the clear liquid that nourished her two eyes.

Aro slowly opened his eyes. Now, the girl he always missed stood real in front of him with a smile on her lips.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma. How are you?" Ara repeated the greeting.

"Girishalah, Ra. I miss," Aro replied as he focused on Ara's sweet face.

Not yet had Ara to say the words of Aro, Akhza had spoken first.

"Ra, I'm saying yes. Same, even if you don't say thank you."

Aro looked at the source of the voice. The smile on his lips suddenly faded away. He glared at Ara with a questionable look. While Akhza returned to the bike without wanting to explain what really happened.

"Are you late because of him?" aro tuding.

"Mas, I can clear it," interrupted Ara.

"Why should I be the same brother?" urge Aro with a vibrating sound.

"Mas, I had to. I don't want to make you wait any longer."

Aro sighed as he rubbed his face rough. An hour later he waited patiently while Ara could come with Akhza.

"Mas, sorry. Last time my brother checked my practice. He was a long time there, I thought that I would have to take the public transportation for much longer. That's why I asked brother anter." Ara was forced to lie a little because she did not want Aro to misunderstand Akhza.

Aro did not answer, he chose to walk away from Ara. The girl then followed Aro's hasty steps.

"Mas denger first, Mas!"

Aro did not care, he continued to walk with wide steps making Ara have to run a little in order to be able to align herself with him.

"Mas, stop!" ara shouted as soon as they reached the bridge.

"Mas, we haven't seen you for three years angry just because of that?" Ara started sobbing. He crouched because he felt his knees were so weak.

"I can't be jealous." Aro who was still standing on his back to Ara said firmly.

"No one needs to make you jealous" Ara said in a weakened voice. His tears started to flow, he was upset why the meeting had become so chaotic like this.

"I can miss you, but I can't be jealous." I'm Aro.

Ara shook her head, not knowing what else to say so Aro could trust her. The body that had been squatting, now slumped sitting with the head down and the two fingers squeezing each other.

"I just love you, Mom." Ara finally said that sentence.

Aro was wide-eyed, he did not expect that his acting pretending to be angry would lead to Ara confessing her feelings through sentences.

Aro crouched down to hear Ara mutter though it was unclear what the girl was saying. If you are closer to him, you may hear him.

"I love you just as much. Why don't you believe it anyway? just look at me coming with your brother so angry, Mas?"

"What do you think of me? you think I've been all right for three years? you think you're the only one missing?"

"Why, why? this meeting should be beautiful, Mum!"

Ara covered her face with both palms. He spilled all his troubles through tears. Maybe it's upset that for three years now I feel claustrophobic every time I remember Aro.

Aro smiled, he could finally hear the love confession and longing from the girl. A few pairs of eyes looked towards the two as they walked past them. Aro doesn't care, he only cares that Ara also loves and misses him.

"Ra .. I'm just kidding. I can be angry with you" said Aro knocked Ara's head twice with his index finger.

"No cry, don't make me hug you here!" Aro again touched Ara's head, this time just a swipe and made Ara look up the head, showing her face wet with tears.

"Mas, you're ignorant why don't you just say something? why is it so rich sensitive that you're joking?" Ara hit the shoulder of the man before her with weak energy.

"I'm really afraid you're angry," complained Ara her punch hanging in the air causing her hand to fall limp in her lap.

Aro laughed, he asked Ara to stand up and immediately left the place because the behavior of the two of them had invited the attention of some people who passed by.

"Where are we going?" ask Aro when both of them have arrived in the car.

"I want to go to Mommy," said Ara still scowling annoyed.

"Udah dong spilled it." Aro laughed, his head he leaned on the steering wheel while pointing in front of Ara who was looking down with a sullen face. Ara's hand squeezed through the tissue she had used to wipe the tears on her cheek.

"You're bummer!" ara Aspat.

"You're gemesin" said Aro.

"I'm kesel!" shouted Ara.

"I love you" interrupted Aro.

"I'm angry!" firmly Ara.

"You can be angry, but don't refuse if I get married."

Ara reflex turned to the man who was smiling sweetly at her. The man straightened his body without taking a look from Ara.

"Please, don't make me wait anymore."

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Thank you for reading this story faithfully. May all brothers always be given health. Sorry if there are still many flaws in it.

Door 1 or the main entrance gate of Bogor Botanical Garden is located in the north, which is at the end of Juanda Street.  This gate is right at the junction of the road meeting with Otto Iskandardinata Road and Suryakencana Street.

For those who do not bring a vehicle, you can enter through this gate.  Next to it is an entrance for those who want to bring a vehicle.  But on Sundays or if there is a certain event, this door is usually closed.