The Sky for Ara

"You're Beautiful, Ra"

Aro had just finished reading his Qur'an when Omar told him Ayuni had come to visit his shop. The man folded the sarong and put it back in the closet. Not to forget the peci he used, placed on the nightstand next to his bed.

he had not been home for a week. Deliberately stay in the store until the event takes place.

"Ara lives with Mommy, you are where whatever it is" said the mother that morning after the night they went to Ara's house.

Aro immediately met Ayuni who was waiting in his room.

"Weis, what dream did I have with the top artist," continued Aro when he entered the room.

"Bacot you!" tangkas Ayuni snorted in annoyance.

"Gokil, you often pesen t-shirts on me." Aro walked towards the corner of the room and picked up a bag containing 100 pieces of Ayuni-order t-shirts.

"Your shirt is expensive, Ar." Ayuni said while tying her long hair high up to reveal her white neck.

"There is a price for quality," agile Aro while patting the bag, "god willing the color does not fade," he continued.

"Believe me, the time of a former veteran artist selling canned goods. Aye, right?" Ayuni raised her eyebrows that formed beautifully. The Sculpture of the Almighty this one makes anyone difficult to turn away when looking at him. The longer you look at it, the more beautiful it feels.

"Lo himself?" Aro dizzy looking for who the girl came with.

"Sama Alka, but she's getting another haircut next door," Ayuni explained making Aro nod.

Before long the person being talked about appeared. Men who have a towering height with a firm face line and look fierce when being silent. Alka smiled kindly at Aro while thrusting a fist. Aro responded by doing the same.

"What kind of page?" seloroh Ayuni laughed.

"Have a seat!" aro exclaimed at Alka with a hand gesture.

Alka who was still standing nodded, the man stared for a moment at Ayuni who was raising her head towards him. "Sit down! Ayuni rubbed the empty place beside her.

The man again nodded, immediately looking at Ayuni who was still looking at him. Alka smiled warmly, her hands moving to do what she was happy about. Swiping Ayuni's chin with her thumb for a moment, then just sat down.

Aro was wrong to see the interaction of the two. Wanted to curse, but he was not too close to Alka. I only met a few times. While at the police station, today and once when he often messed with the club.

"Gopi deh, I make yes," cetus Aro while wanting to move.

"Have a go, Ar!" Ayuni stood up first. The woman looks simple. Wearing hotpans and white sled shirts with flat sandals that look sweet on his feet.

Aro nodded then let Ayuni step. Awkwardness is created when Ayuni leaves. Alka and Aro were still silent, until finally it was Aro who cut the silence.

"Have you known Ayuni?"

"A long time, but rarely found. Lately it's been deketing again," explained Alka.

"June the good guy. He's generous, and very straight," tell Aro. It was like a warning to Alka.

"Hmm, I know. I understand." Alka blinked one eye, although her short sentence had a lot of meaning.

Swing back with three cups of latte coffee. "Lo's a really good kitchen, Ar."

Aro just smiled, the kitchen he designed resembles a mini bar with a black-and-black accent. He makes every corner of his shop as comfortable as possible so that he is comfortable there.

The conversation flowed warmly as Ayuni returned between them. Aro did not forget to invite specifically the two lovebirds who berkilah do not admit if the two have a relationship. After finishing coffee and talking to and fro, Ayuni said goodbye. Not forgetting he brought his order shirt. Alka did it more precisely.

"Cowok Ayuni?" lontar Omar saw that Ayuni and Alka had left the store and were getting into the car.

"Kepo, where's your girl?" ledek Aro patted Omar on the cheek and then immediately ran to avoid the man running amok.

"Saaatt, you're trying to get married!" omar shouted to catch up with Aro, but the arrival of buyers to pay for his groceries made him stop chasing Aro.

***

That afternoon Ara and her mother arrived at Earth's house. Ara immediately entered her room after experiencing Earth and conversed briefly with her.

He found the room in a neat state, the scent of telon oil remained soft as Ara entered the room. Ara opened the closet that she once emptied, there is now a neatly arranged Aro clothes. The shirts are arranged in white and black which dominate.

As she was about to close the closet, Ara noticed something that caught her attention. Black fabric that seems to be crammed on the sidelines of a neatly stored T-shirt. Ara pulled that thing. Black gimmick complete with a wide hijab and niqob.

Ara tried to remember where she had seen the same clothes. His eyes were round as he came to his senses when a strange patient came to his clinic the other day.

"You're my jahilin, mas?" murmured Ara, "I felt strange. I know, but I don't know who. Watch out for you!" put the clothes back in the closet.

***

Almost every day Aro called Ara. Especially now that the girl is off from her activities. Initially he still wanted to open a clinic, but Bumi certainly forbid it.

"The week before the wedding you should be home!" the firmness of the Earth at that time made Ara no longer able to argue.

Ara sat back in the living room with Atar who is now in college and Fadan who is in sixth grade. The two children were seriously staring at each other's cell phone screens. Apparently playing a game.

Ara who had earlier invited the two to talk finally gave up because they had nothing serious to respond.

"Ra, tomorrow the study as well as flush yes. Who do you want to tell?" The earth with a cell phone in its grasp came approaching.

Ara shook her head, "No, Bun. The Army midwife is busy."

"Ok, you don't need to diet. Mas Ar bring so much ingetin Mommy cook good let you eat a lot." The earth massages its own head as it moves back.

Bored, Ara chose to leave the room while throwing seat cushions at Fadan and Atar. The two boys screamed, "Slut, look out!"

***

The wedding ceremony was held modestly with only close family and mothers of Nurunnisa studies. After that the event continued on the flush procession. Initially Ara refused, he did not want too many events let alone spend a lot of money. For the sake of seeing the Earth and the enthusiastic Ayesha finally Ara complied.

That day, Ara looked beautiful wearing a cloth and jasmine flowers strung across her shoulders to cover her chest. His head wrapped in white hijab is also decorated with jasmine flowers that are strung together to resemble a bandana.

In Sundanese custom, this flush procession aims to purify the bride-to-be by birth and mind. Aro himself refused to do so. He said that his soul and body had sincerely and holly loved Ara. For that, the Earth is lazy to persuade Aro who has a lot of reason.

The event begins with the process of asian ngeucak, namely the exit of Ara from the room flanked by Akash and the Sea. Ara was supposed to be carried, but the girl refused.

After that the event continued in a process called ngaras, namely Ara's permission request for her parents to marry continued with sungkeman and wash her parents' feet. In this procession there were five men who Ara washed his feet. Earth, Akash, Sea, Ayesha and her own mammoth have been renamed, Siti Masitah.

After the event ngaras full of novelty, the next procession is mixing water flush. Seven kinds of flowers with different colors mixed with water into a large container and stored in a special place that will be where Ara did the watering.

Next, accompanied by the music of lute and flute, Ara walked towards the flush place by stepping on seven pieces of cloth. The girl then sat down on the chair that had been provided. Guided by the MCs who sent the wedding organizers that Earth rents, Ara began to be directed to have to do anything.

"Later his hand to look up when the old man poured water, yes. Trus later take washing to the face," said the MC named Rena.

Furthermore, mami became the first to water Ara. Followed by Akas, the sea then Earth and Ayesha. After that jida and uti also water Ara. According to Rena, that day Ara was watered by 11 families. So the next ones who water Ara are, Nadia, Zahra, Fenti, and Yati, Fadan's mother.

After the flush procession should the event continue on the ngerik or haircut. Where in this procession the hair is cut a little further procession ngeningan, which removes fine hairs on the face, however, Ara refused it. He doesn't want to do that. He also warned Teh Herni, the bride-to-be who came that day not to shave her eyebrows and not to put false eyelashes on her.

Actually, if you want to do it according to custom, there is still a lot to do. But, Ara refused. For him everything was enough to wait for the time of the meeting and reception.

A few days later, Bumi and Akash go to Aro's house. Followed by Nadia and her family. Zahra remained at the home of Earth.

Princess Sanu, whose name is Fatimah, is now three years and three months old. Fatimah is adorable. His stocky body ran to and fro in the living room. Being the only toddler in the jidda family, making the little girl a source of attention and affection for everyone, including Ara.

Fatimah loves to eat dragon fruit, the little girl can spend one fruit in one meal. Sanu now resumed his studies, and Zahra took care of Fatimah. Inspiration finally withered, he seemed to love Fatimah so much. Even with the Sanu family, over time they can accept the mistakes of Miza and Sanu.

***

"Don't be too thick, make-up tea" Ara told Herni.

At exactly 08.00 makeup on Ara's face was done with various dramas in the process. The girl almost made Herni upset because of her many requests.

"Si Ara is boisterous" lamented Herni (Ara tuh ribet)

Ara responded with laughter and repeatedly apologized and hugged Herni's arm.

While outside, precisely in the cafe which is used as a reception preparation to welcome the groom is being done. Rena is back in line to become an MC and this time the woman collaborated with Fatir. Some beautiful ladies have already lined up in her position. Likewise with batteries and nini lengser that will welcome the arrival of the besan.

"Three more minutes they'll be there" the whole family told Sea. The tray containing the jasmine flowers was already held by Zahra. Sita, the call for the new Vanya looks nervous in her position.

As soon as the party arrives, the MC starts to open the show. Welcoming their arrival and continued by draping the rose by Sita on Aro.

Lengser started the action, he did a funny move while the talk was of course MC. Aki Lengser is also not alone in his action, he is accompanied by nine lengser along with the ladies who dance to welcome Aro and his family.

The male dancers are tasked with protecting Aro while the female dancers perform a complete peacock dance wearing clothes that resemble peacocks.

In the action, aki and nini lengser along with the dancers accompanied by gamelan downing the nayaga, the music they brought that day was degung kawih.

Aki lengser with her cute style welcomed Aro, then took her to the place where the wedding ceremony will be held.

This is the tense part of all the processes that Aro goes through. The magistrate of the office of religious affairs became the guardian of Ara's marriage that day. I don't know what makes the atmosphere blue. Aro himself even cried when the ustaz finished reciting the holy verse of the Qur'an. He was so stammered when the MC asked if he was ready to do ijab qabul?

The earth approached him, he rubbed his son's back and asked what made the man cry

"I hate and hate Ara the bastard child" Aro's voice is captured by Earth's sense of hearing.

"Mother Tipped Ara to Mas, yes. Love him, be happy. Mommy is sure you can," whispered Bumi strengthen her son.

Aro nodded steadily, his tears rubbed by the Earth using a tissue. "Bismillah, Mum. Don't be tense."

The earth returned to its place after making sure Aro was calm and stopping his crying. Now it is the turn of the Earth to cry. He has no power to endure sadness. Remembering Ara's past. How that tiny, sinless baby was born into the world. Carrying invisible wounds. It became an unwanted creature.

Sita was the same, she was incessantly crying. Condemn the folly that has plagued Ara, a tiny innocent baby. Yati who was sitting next to him continued to calm down.

After the words were ready to be spoken from Aro's lips, the magistrate shook his hand. Aro carefully heard his words and with a loud voice in one breath he smoothly did it until the word legitimately unpretentious in the room.

"Ra, it's legal. You are the same Ar is legitimate!" exclaims Alisha who is tasked with accompanying Ara.

"Oh my God, Brother. I'm nervous," I'm Ara who just now*********** tissue, killing her nervousness.

"Come, Ra. I was waiting for the same mas Ar," Fenti came to tell me that the marriage contract had been completed.

Ara nodded, the batik cloth that brushed her legs slightly making her stride become unfree. Led by Alisha, Ara exits the room to the cafe, where the reception will take place.

Ara's heart rippled violently, her heart pounding incoherently. He who that day looked beautiful and fresh with natural makeup bewitched dozens of pairs of guests who were present.

Ara walked with a smile towards Aro who was still sitting in his place. The man immediately stood up and ran to greet Ara who was now his wife.

Aro without hesitation and without caring what the MC said just hugged Ara. Her crying broke again as Ara hugged her back.

"You're my wife" he whispered making Ara nod.

"Mas, sign the file first. The ring taker hasn't. Later on continued togetherness," whispered Rena reminded the two.

Aro broke his embrace, he took Ara to the place where the marriage certificate was signed. The two had previously worn wedding rings.

The event was held at Sungkeman. In the process, Ara came back crying. Aro is the same. Especially when so much advice was said by his father.

"Be the most beloved husband of wives. You should be the only person your wife needs the most. Do whatever makes him happy, wash bed linen for example," Akash's message to Aro who still does not understand what it means to wash bed linen?

Earth itself does not talk much, he believes Ara can be a good wife for Aro.

After finishing the silence and greet the whole family, Ara and Aro are welcome to change clothes before the reception that will be held bada dhuhur.

Aro did not for a second release his grip on Ara's hand. The two walked together towards Ara's room to change clothes and pray dhuhur. While climbing the stairs, Aro was anxious because Ara's steps were so slow

He quickly carried his wife's body. "You're the old way," he said to shock Ara.

"Mas, shame on ya!" his jolt hit Aro's chest.

"Diem, later on!" reply Aro smiled ignorantly.

Arriving at the door, Aro just lowered his wife's body. Ara immediately opened the door and entered followed by Aro who again closed the door and locked it.

"Kok locked?" ara tuding.

'What's wrong?" Aro asked back.

Ara shook her head, unwilling to continue talking. He chose to open a jasmine flower arrangement on his head. A little trouble Ara did so until Aro intervened to help her.

Ara also removed one by one the pentul needles embedded in her hijab which was formed in such a way

"Now what's wrong, Mom?" tanyanya and Aro.

"Here sit!" Aro who was already sitting on the edge of the bed waved at Ara

According to Ara, she sat beside her husband while still struggling to open her white hijab.

"Here I fold." Aro took the cloth and folded it.

After which, Ara opened the inner of her head

"Lega, deh," murmured Ara then stroked her hair.

"Mas, I was pre-cooked with Herni tea. Said the bride can't shampoo, "to Ara.

Instead of answering, Aro was instead fixated on seeing Ara without a hijab. Her wet hair was beautifully smeared with a smooth white neck.

"I'm not menstruating, the time is not shampooing," said Ara who was unconsciously being stared at by Aro with a gaze full of desire.

Ara moved from her seat, she went to the dresser to clean the makeup because it would soon ablaze. His eyes caught some candy seeds that were among the fragrant oils of Aro.

"Mas now eat candy continues?" ask Ara.

Aro nodded, he went up and walked towards where Ara was standing

"Later cigarettes, Ra." Aro took one of the sweets and opened it and ate it.

"You dong, open it!" pinta Ara and immediately confirmed by Aro.

"But not good, mostly. And less!" ara's suggestion, she was still unaware that Aro continued to look at her with a preying gaze.

Ara began to put makeup cleaning fluid on the cotton and slowly swept it on the face.

"It's hard, um," he lamented.

Aro laughed, "Here I help."

Aro took a cotton swab and anointed it with the liquid that Ara had used earlier. Before greeting her to Ara's face, she placed it briefly on the dressing table. Remove some objects from the table until there is an empty place there.

"You sit down, I clean it up." Aro quickly lifted Ar's body onto the dresser until his wife sat there.

"Brake!" aro's word and obeyed by Ara.

Aro gently rubbed the makeup on Ara's eyelids.

"Breath, Ra," teased Aro as Ara was seen holding her breath. Ara so misbehaved, he could not deny that his heart is currently beating no muddle, again.

The touch of Aro's hand on his facial skin caused a strange feeling that he had only now experienced. The blood that warms his blood flow. A new taste he has not yet experienced.

"You are beautiful" said Aro increasingly make Ara misbehavior.

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Too sad to describe the process of ijab kabul 😭😭😭

Thank you for always supporting Ara and Aro. Both stories are almost complete.