The Sky for Ara

The Fire Warrior Charm

Ara was still sleeping under the blanket that covered her up to her chin, when her husband had even finished his bath an hour ago. The man now sits next to him typing his work on a laptop. Sometimes he tried to wake Ara up, but the woman just squirmed without getting up.

"Ra, I want to go." Aro brushed off the hair covering Ara's face.

Ara squirms, her eyes begin to blink. The woman coughed then opened her eyes wide. She smiled at her husband who was looking at her.

"Don't eat that." Ara with a distinctive hoarse voice woke up said slowly while rubbing her husband's face.

Without realizing the movements he did have made his upper body again visible to Aro.

"Shower first!" Aro touched the tip of his nose on Ara's forehead. "You got a bathrobe?" his god made Ara quickly shake her head then slowly started to move to sit down. Ara was still feeling a pulse of pain down there. He grimaced while holding his stomach.

"I'm sorry, yes" Aro regretted feeling like a cause that had hurt Ara. Ara shook her head, she smiled as if confirming that she was fine.

"I prepared warm water first" said Aro while closing his laptop.

"No need, ma'am," argued Ara.

"In a moment," elak Aro immediately moved to put the laptop on the nightstand and then entered the bathroom. Fill the bathtub with warm water until then return to call Ara.

The woman was already standing wearing her robe when Aro returned.

"So, the water is ready!" Aro held Ara's arm, but Ara brushed her off.

"I can do it myself."

"I just want to see."

"Mas!" Ara clucked irritably as she moved on without knowing her husband was following her.

When Ara was about to close the door, Aro held her back.

"Tell me I'll see" Aro growled at Ara's refusal.

The warm water vapor in the bath that was given aromatherapy seemed to call Ara to get into it immediately. Doubtfully, the woman took off her clothes and went into the bathtub. She was very clumsy to be watched by her husband.

Ara did not dare to raise her head as Aro continued to look at her. The warmth of the water and the aroma of lavender and citrus can spoil his body that feels crumbling dim. Ara breathed in the steam that was still steaming, hoping that calmness could slash her nervousness.

"You are beautiful" said Aro who is still faithful standing on the lip of the door making Ara turn towards him.

"Thank you, Mom." Ara smiled with a feeling that was still unreasonable. That man was already her husband. It is completely halal.

Feeling quite soaked, Ara decided to immediately get out of the bathub even though with a sense of awkward that still reigns. His body was shiny because it was wet plus the light rays that illuminated the room.

"You know what a big bath is?" Aro remind.

"Know, Mas." Ara picked up a neatly folded towel on the top soap shelf. There are a few more towels in there. Aro might have been used to styling it that way.

Ara began to do step by step his duty to clean the body.

"Not to be missed one bit, Ra." Aro again reminded when Ara wet the sidelines of the hair using her finger.

The woman simply nodded, she thought maybe her husband was testing her on how to clean up.

"I'm your husband, you take my responsibility. I'm sorry to be so patronizing, but you haven't wudhu, Ra." Ara who almost flushed her head with a sack of water reflexively put the dipper back into a large bucket.

"Wudhu first!" Aro's orders made him look at the man. "Wash your body starting from the right," continued Aro.

Not not not knowing, Ara just forgot. The nervous effect made him unable to think clearly. He could forget something so important.

Ara took ablution like he wanted to pray. He remembered how yesterday jidda reminded him of mandatory bathing procedures.

"Jidda does not want to discuss inappropriate things, but you must know the correct procedures as contained in the hadith of Bukhari history number 272 'If the Prophet shallallahu ‘alaihi wasallam bathing junub, he said, he washes his hands and abides as ablution for prayer. Then he took a bath by rubbing his hands into his hair until when he was sure evenly about the base of his scalp, he poured water on it three times. Then he washed the other body.' Don't forget what seems trivial, but it's very important, yes, Ra."

Aro continued to look at his wife's activities until finally Ara finished and wore a towel that only covered the chest to the knees.

"Is he still sick?" Aro went inside the bathroom, approaching towards Ara who was drying her hair with a small towel.

"So rilek, Mas. Good," I'm Ara, but her statement made her insecure, because at that time Aro even carried her and brought her back to bed.

"There's still an hour before Zuhur, I promise you just a minute." Ara could not resist, she was again washed away in the charm of her husband.

Ara was still lucky, because Aro did not break his promise. Really only once on the bed but repeated in a bathtub filled with warm water.

Aro chose to pray in the mosque of his housing complex. Leaving Ara praying alone in the room. After the prayer, Ara fell asleep again on his alphabet.

"A habit," murmured Aro upon arriving at the room after coming home from the mosque. He then carried Ara's body and moved her onto the bed.

Ara squirms and opens her eyes, but Aro tells her to go back to sleep. He promised not to disturb her.

While waiting for Ara to wake up, the man chose to go to the kitchen to check the food provided by his mother. Complete side dishes, only rice that does not exist. I decided to cook rice.

The man went back to the room, picked up the dirty clothes and bed linen that were still messy on the floor and put them in a basket of dirty clothes. Ara's suitcase was still open after the woman took the shirt and mukena. Aro decided to tidy up his wife's clothes into the closet.

Ara still looks good, only occasionally disturbed. Even when the ignorant Aro showered his face with a kiss, he was even more soundly lulled in a dream.

Until Aro finally felt, Ara had been asleep for too long, he forced Ara to wake up.

"Eat first," persuaded Aro when Ara's eyes were closed again.

"Ra, wake up." Aro rained down on Ara's cheek with a small pinch that made her inevitably get up and sit down.

"What time, Mom?" Ara squinted her eyes, sweeping the room looking for a clock.

"There's no wall clock." Aro who seemed to know what his wife was looking for rubbed the face that looked filled it.

"Three o'clock, let's get up!" invite Aro to open Ara's leash while releasing it from Ara's head.

Ara's long hair was still wet, the smell of mint immediately emitted as Aro smelled the tip of his wife's head.

"Aren't you lemes, Mom?" ara asked while dropping her head onto Aro's shoulder.

"Makanya ayok, eat. If sleep continues even lemes," persuaded Aro.

Ara according, she stripped off her lower face. Let the body was only wrapped in a short negligee patterned teddy bear.

"Change buju first." Ara pointed at her clothes.

"No need, just go," Aro got out of bed and stretched out his hand.

"You got carried?" tawar Aro's.

"Go alone," Ara refused while getting out of bed and received Aro's hand.

The woman, still not used to the pain created from her lower body. He still grimaced a little when he stepped.

"Just carry?" persuade Aro while looking at Ara's body which he believes still makes him sick.

"No, Mom!" ara argued while hitting her husband's arm. "Brew!"

At the dining table there is a side dish complete with white rice that is still steaming.

"You cooked rice?" guess Ara made Aro nod.

"I'm sorry, yes .. That should be my job" Ara said.

"What's wrong, I'm the one who made you that." Tempta Aro while looking at the bottom of Ara's body.

"Mas, don't do it!" sentak Ara while hitting her husband's arm, "you don't-don't fire swordsman huh?" continued Ara.

"Well, why?" Aro nudged his forehead.

"My body feels instantly hot when you touch it," tell Ara with her innocent face.

"Try here I touch." Aro stuck out his hand about to touch Ara's white arm.

"Mas, I'm still lemes. I want to eat first" whined Ara.

"If you can eat something to repeat?" pinta Aro, made Ara lift the plate while pretending to hit it on Aro's head.

"Oh, yes." Aro approached Ara to catch a glimpse of his wife's forehead then took the plate that Ara was holding and scooped the rice onto it.

For while Ara was safe, she could be freed from the cunning tricks of the swordsman of fire just like Ara said.

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