The Sky for Ara

The Right to Live Better

Ara returned to her own prayers in her room when Asar arrived. Her husband returned to the mosque. Even this time Ara could hear him chanting through a loudspeaker.

Ara then prostrated and immediately stood up to start the two rakaat prayers before performing the Asaras fardu prayer.

After the prayer, the intention of the heart does not want to fall asleep again on the prayer mat, Ara chose to sit casually in the living room while waiting for her husband to come home.

Ara massaged her own legs which she straightened on the long green-leafed sofa.

“Assalamu'alaikum, Beautiful neng. “ Aro with lip smacking smile come in while directly crouching in front of Ara.

Ara answered her greeting then kissed the back of her husband's hand. Then the woman peeked at her husband's left right cheek.

“Then it's like nyium hajar aswad, ‘kan?”

“Enak yes if dating after marriage. Kiss me for the reward, “ said Aro while pinching Ara's cheek. “Even if it was this morning, that's the reward .... “

“Mas, already dong, “ cut Ara his hands ignorantly take the peci used by Aro then he tidied her husband's shiny thick hair. The smell of mint wafted as Ara continued to comb with her fingers the black mane.

“You still have feet? “ Aro touch Ara's snoring white clean.

Ara nodded, “It's true how can I be fooled?" Ara's index finger moved following Aro's black and thick brow arch. Starting from the right, then to the left and then down the nose pointed Aro and ending at, ah already.

“Kok stop? “ tease Aro raise his eyebrows.

“Idung, eyebrows, eyes, why is it so good? Very knowledgeable if I am not the son of the same father mother,” complained Ara with a face suddenly became sad. “What is my father like, Mom? “ continued.

Ara stared at the door of the white-painted room. I wish there was a little picture of his father's face there.

“Ra, don't mistreat yourself with things that are even gray. Your life is clear. Now we are both family. We're husband and wife, that's all you need to think about. “ Aro left, he lifted both legs of Ara who was fluttering then sat himself on the sofa and put Ara's legs back on his lap.

“What constantly gets on your mind?" Aro asked while giving a gentle massage to his wife's feet.

"I want to see my dad, even if it's just his belly button. I'd like to see, Mommy." Ara said softly with crystal balls falling from her eyes.

"We look, as long as you are not constantly sad let alone cry like gini." Aro rubbed his wife's tears with his back.

"Seriously, Mas?" urged Ara, sounding a happy tone to her voice.

"Sukabumi, right?" guess Aro and Ara.

"Help persuade mami to tell her the address" whined Ara.

"I get no reward if it works?" sindir Aro even got a punch on his arm from Ara.

"Help it must be sincere" murmured Ara.

"Don't expect a reward from a human being when you do good." Ara continued her sentence.

"For the best recompense comes from Allah."

"And the best gift also comes from God" said Aro. "I who sin a lot can be loved by a righteous woman like this. That's so good, isn't it God?"

"I'm not that good, you praise me too much" Ara said.

"You are the best of the likeness that God has beautifully carved, my dear."

"Deeh, start the fight," said Ara while turning the eyeball. "Game!" his jolt.

Aro laughs. His wife did not like it when he said sweet words.

"That's not a fight, that's a reality," he said Aro ignorantly pinched Ara's calf making the woman complain spoiled.

***

Mother's House

It was still evident at Akash's house. Tonight will be the third anniversary of Ara and Aro's wedding.

"Don't you know, Ar's mas has been told tonight is there a thanksgiving?" ask Earth to Akhza who is holding the camera.

The man had just photographed Fatimah playing around with her pet cat.

"Udah, Mother." Akhza answered without looking at the Earth.

"The mother is this, not the camera," quipped Bumi as he put a knife on the dining table. He had just chopped up melons, his favorite fruit.

Akhza realized, he put his camera on the dining table. The man with a faint smile approached the Earth.

"Sorry, yeah. My mother is the most beautiful. Don't get mad" Akhza hugged Earth from behind.

Bumi laughed, he rubbed his son's head affectionately then turned his body to face his first son.

"Abang, may you get a good mate yes," hope Bumi.

"No fun talking soul mate. I am still focused on my school. Don't want to think of girls," Akhza said, taking a piece of melon with a fork and then feeding it to Earth. "Mending me bribe Mother eat melon," he continued while pulling a chair and asking Bumi to sit.

"No one's generation has caught your attention?" The earth again urges Akhza.

"What I noticed was a lesson, not a girl," Akhza interrupted while returning to pick up a piece of melon and feed it to Earth.

Then Bumi did the same thing, he took a fork from Akhza's hand and stuck it into the melon and fed it to his son.

"Or Nauna, what? yesterday om Guntur ngajak father besanan, tuh," the story of the Earth held back laughter.

"Mother, he is different from the same pill tablets until now is still wrong" interrupted Akhza.

The Earth laughed, "Mother joke, honey. Tala has been marked first with mama Ayesha," regretted the Earth.

"Mother, dong already," cut Akhza. "I'm sorry I cut Mother's words, but I don't like talking about a soul mate" Akhza continued in a soft voice.

The earth felt guilty, he grabbed his son's hand and then held it.

"Sorry, Honey. Mother doesn't know that --"

"Mother, let's talk about something else. Mother's grandchild, for example?" Akhza again trims the word Earth.

"Duh, we just wait. That seems like not too long anymore," said the Earth again imagined Ara's neck. "Basic," he murmured.

***

Ara was astonished when she saw the dirty clothes basket that was now empty. He was going to wash it after bathing. However, once you finish cleaning, the dirty clothes are no longer there. He decided to quickly get dressed to go to Earth's house. It's not good to be there too late.

Ara again dried her hair using a small towel, before tying it up and using the inner and hijab.

Ara's eyes piqued reading the note written on a paper tear affixed to the vanity mirror.

Hairdryer in the drawer if you want to dry your hair.

"Mas, say you can, '" murmured Ara while opening the dresser drawer and found an object that would help her dry her hair.

Actually, he never used that thing. From school, until now Ara used to dry her hair naturally by staying in the room while turning on the fan and stroking her hair.

He never went to the salon, if he had to cut his hair, then Bumi or Sita did it.

After perfecting her look with a pashmina hijab covering her back and chest she decided to look for her husband. Ara believes the man is outside, heating the car maybe. Apparently there isn't.

Ara decided to go to the second floor and then found Aro who was in a room that seemed to be made specifically for washing clothes, drying and ironing.

"Mas, what else?" Ara glanced at the room.

The clothes were neat depending on the clothesline made of iron. Three sheets were even hanging there.

"Mas, I should be the one to wash," Ara regretted this time staring at the clothes that were dried separately elsewhere. A feeling of guilt and unease filled his niche.

"You're beautiful, you're leaving now?" Aro diverts the conversation.

"You don't worry about the conversation" said Ara as she pulled a towel over her husband's shoulder. "It's a shower, isn't it?" connect Ara and then put the towel into the basket.

"Well, do you want me to take another shower?" aro Goda.

Ara chuckled softly, "Udah!"

"Yes ... Come on, let's go!" take Aro while grabbing Ara's hand and step and Ara follows.

***

"Said mother buy bangkuriang sponge first, Mas. So we're on a new path, yeah." Ara reminded as they were just a few meters away from home.

"What do you want?"

"Baked macaroni, Mas. Same macaroni ***** as well."

"The macaroni is not necessary," Aro argued.

"Why not nawarin?" sulk Ara.

"Emang want? cravings aren't they?" aro Goda.

"If cravings can dong?" tymphal Ara.

"What can I do" said Aro.

He casually drives a car with the streets that are still not too crowded. Accompanied by Calum Scott's song You Are the Reason which plays beautifully with a sound that is not too tight. Occasionally the two hummed as they arrived at the lyrics they had memorized.

"I'd climb every mountain, and swim every ocean."

"Just to be with you, and fix what I've broken."

"Cause I need you to see. That you are the reason."

The two of them threw smiles at each other after they finished singing. Then Aro grabbed his wife's hand and kissed the back of her tender hand lovingly. The activity was repeated up to two times during the song.

"Inget to the new road first!" Ara reminded.

"You ruined the atmosphere, ah," complained Aro as he almost managed to get his wife's hand back.

"Abis flirtatious anyway," ledek Ara but did not respond to her husband who re-permeated the next song.

"This song is very suitable for you," said Aro while trying Ara's cheeks. "Dengerin' the lyrics."

"This really old song, papa Christian Bautista," joked Ara.

"The way you look at me," Aro timpal mentioned the title of the song being played.

"Thank you, Ara, for accepting me. Looking at me in a good way when the world even looks at me low. Strengthened me in a beautiful way even though I was always wrong. I'm not a nice guy, but you keep convincing me that whoever we were in the past, we deserve to have the best life in the future."

Again Aro grabbed Ara's hand, this time not only kissing her back but also putting it on her chest.

***

The arrival of the newlyweds was again the months of the family. Moreover, the man was delighted to tease Aro. The seduced are even more happy to chimed in every joke thrown.

"Nyesel why not from the first marriage," said Aro when asked what it was like to marry his own sister.

"Why not from High School, huh?" the candlestick is then pelted by everyone with peanut skin. They're eating boiled beans. It also has a taro sponge, roasted macaroni and banana chips.

"Darling how many grandchildren I have made for Mother," continued Aro while trying the chin of the Earth sitting next to him

"Well, Ra?" This time it was Ara's cheek sitting on her right.

"Ngaco ah by the way," Ara murmured while rubbing the tip of Aro's lips with her thumb. "Udah wants to be papa to drink coffee just belepotan," continued Ara meredek her husband.

"Duh, Ra. If you want romance do not front jomlo!" yelled Miza pointed with her chin at Akhza who was more fun to see the picture of her shot on her favorite camera.

"Gue don't see!" timpal Akhza, he was zooming in on a picture of Tala eating in the corner of the break room.

"Shit, put on a real shirt" he murmured because in another photo, Tala's thigh is seen as the girl tiptoes to put something on the top of the closet in the break room.

Miza was curious at what Akhza saw, but akhza was smarter. The man quickly changed the photo so that when Miza saw it, what appeared was a photo of Fatimah petting the cat.

"Well, it's good for my son to be the object of the photo." Miza tried to take Akhza's camera, but Akhza was certainly quick to stop her.

"I'm not used to being touched by other people" Akhza joked as he stood up.

The man had a look as Aro fed Ara the roasted macaroni. He clucked in annoyance, why did Ara still look so sweet with her dikulum smile?

***

The recitation was completed at exactly 21:00. Aro didn't go straight to his room to see his wife. He deliberately approached Sita who was tidying the dining table.

"Mi, can I have a chat for a second?" aro Pinta.

"Where do you want to talk?" Sita put the napkin she used to wipe the table.

"Here aja," said Aro while pulling one of the chairs and allowing Sita to sit.

"I'm to the point, Mi."

"Ok, Mommy listen."

"Let me know the address of Ara's father's family. Please, Mi," Aro's pinta made Sita suddenly feel tightness in her chest.

Sita did not answer directly. Not once twice did Ara whine asking to be given the address of the man she once loved.

"For what, Mom?" Sita's voice softly restrained the cry.

"Mommy knows what Ara looks like, right? I don't want my wife to think about this all the time. Please, give Ara a little freedom to know her real father. He's been crying a lot lately. I don't like my wife crying. My wife should be happy." Aro spoke with emphasis made Sita finally melt and tell Ara's father's address.

"Tomorrow, Mommy, give me a look at the picture. Take it and show it to his parents. Hopefully they are still there," said Sita then move and say goodbye first because it is no longer able to hold tightness in the chest that continues to jostle for removal.

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Thank you for always faithfully waiting up Ara. Thank you for all forms of support. May we all always be in God's mercy. The sick may soon be healed. The restless may soon be given tranquility. Sweet greetings from me, love all of you.