The Sky for Ara

"Feeding Weapon Master, Ra"

“Where have you been?” Ansar did not return home soon after arriving at Sita's house.

“Initially at Celin's house, stamped at Nazia's house as well. Continue to mingelahirin Ara yes at home bang Akash.” Sita tells her past to the Ansar.

“Can be neat is it?” don't kiss, even though Monde sepet nyari you.” Ansar sipped his coffee which stayed half. "Don't know if Mandri died?" ansar.

“That's what a friend is.” Sita felt a little bad, because her relationship with Celin until now is still not good. "As for him, all I know is that he brawls, right? accident, drifting in the river. That's what is widely reported," continued Sita with a heavy sigh.

"I was also in Jaksel at that time. Nothing because Monde is missing. He was involved in a theft at the gold shop of koh Pang. You didn't?“ Ansar raising his chin made Sita nod. Clearly he knew, koh Pang was one complex with him. His gold shop in the plaza of Bogor where the robbers were killed.

"After Ara was born, you went to school?” search Ansar, want to know overflowing.

“Advanced school, only college failed. I returned to the dark world after being far from the same Celin,” Sita recalled with a feeling of regret within. Inutile.

The clock has shown at 01.39, Ansar still wants to know the next story of the woman who had become good friends himself, Monde and Mandri. In the past, they often visited Sita's house.

Sita and Mandri are always both in the room without being disturbed. If at that time he and Monde could be more directing the two lovebirds who had been drunk on love. Be late.

“No there will be Ara yes if you and Mandri are not engrossed in the room,” whispered Ansar.

“Wak, stop!” pekik Sita, he was embarrassed to remember the dark times that washed away.

“Mandri, he never lost in memory despite the wounds he gave me. In fact, all just misunderstood. Due to the communication that was not smooth,” regretted Sita, the end of her eyes wet to remember the man she had loved so much.

“If Mandri had not died that day, we would not be together. I'm too afraid my family knows that I'm pregnant.” Sita squeezes the tip of her front hijab.

“Now your family knows about Ara?” The Ansar is still curious.

“Udah knows, Ara well received really well in my big family.” Sita remembered her parents who were gone.

“The culprit is actually good, the results are good too. Mandri tuh derivative of the family well. No wonder Ara is a good boy,” praise Ansar.

“Except Mang Monde,” sergeant Sita then laughed.

“Come once in a while to Mandri's tomb. He must have seen you have changed.” Ansar.

“Too mom and dad,” I Sita make Ansar laugh.

“Nggeus mengasaan anu anakna make kudu era, as resultna si Ara. Moal may not be sakali,” ledek Ansar. (Udah ngerasain belongs to his son why should be ashamed, the result is Ara. It may not be just once)

“Biwir teu robah uh, Wak.” Sita grunts annoyed. (Mouth does not change)

“Back, ah. Bejakeun ka Mas Ar,” said Ansar while standing up then spend the rest of his coffee. (Home ah, say yes to mas Ar)

“Where, Wak?” yelled Aro who had just arrived. (Where, Wak?)

“Back, download,” Ansar replied while wearing a jacket. (Go home, sleepy)

“Nuhun, Wak. Engke we whereas mah,” said Aro. (Thank you, Wak. Later on though)

“Still yes, Wak.” Ara who had just come, but had heard the conversation came along said. “Anterin went forward,” whispered then to Aro, and her husband nodded and walked after the Ansar who started to step.

“Udah eat it?” sita asked Ara who was sitting next to her.

“Udah dong, Mas Ar now eat steadily, Mi. He's a little laper,” Ara shootout makes Sita laugh.

“Nothing, as long as it is guarded. Don't eat mostly rice,” Sita's message.

“Mami's love story with dad exciting, Mi,” praise Ara. “I am proud to be the son of Siti Masitah and Reamandri Wirasutisna,” he continued while hugging Sita's shoulder.

“Maafin Mami yes, Darling. You are though a valuable paliii treasure,” said Sita, sobbing.

“Mami don't sprain again ya to dad. Dear father we both, we doain father equally yes, Mi,” pinta Ara and bewildered Sita.

***

After staying overnight at Sita's house, Ara and Aro decided to go home. Previously, the two stopped by first to the house of father and mother to deposit the story.

“Mother so nyesel sepet angrin your father first,” regretted Earth reminiscing when he scolded Mandri who would do indecent things with a girl at that time.

“Do’ain my father yes, Mother,” pinta Ara and of course embraced by Earth.

Before returning home, Aro took a moment to Ara's room to retrieve her laptop. As she was about to return outside, Ara first entered with a glass of water in her hand.

“Mas, haven't drank yet. Busy continues to the laptop,” Ara scolding while giving water in the glass to her husband.

“Mbak Davina asked me to pick up a script, honey. So have to speed,” clear Aro.

Ara did not respond. She slightly dislikes her husband still dabbling in the entertainment world despite being a ghost writer. According to Atar, Aro often stayed up late with a glass of black coffee. The man cut his break time to finish the script that his partner asked for.

The glass is already toilet, Aro put it on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Ayok street now, stop by the store bentar ya. I have an appointment with the customer,” tell Aro but Ara does not agree.

“Bentar.” Ara walked towards the closet and picked something up from inside there.

“This is what, Mas?” Ara showed me a black cloth, Aro's disguise the other day.

Aro rubbed his nape. She was embarrassed to be found out. In his heart he cursed his stupidity because he did not quickly remove his clothes.

“Mas, you can use me.” Ara threw the shirt onto the bed.

“Rindu makes people do things beyond common sense, Ra.” Aro tried to defend himself.

“Ide is not bad. I can also wear clothes. I want to try,” said Ara while removing the pin embedded in her hijab.

“Don't, Ra,” forbid Aro, but Ara ignored.

“Nyobain doang,” sela Ara this time stripped the game.

“Ara don't!” prevent Aro but not heard by Ara.

The woman managed to take off what she was wearing, thus displaying the beautiful scenery that always made Aro drunk. Chest mo lek, nan full. Decorated lacy black fabric.

“Say no, you ngeyel.” Aro approached his wife.

Ara was startled as her husband's hands suddenly coiled around her innocent waist.

“Pake love me beautiful scenery, so weapons eat sir, ‘kan?” whispered Aro while down Ara's ear with a breath of his breath.

Yeah, well, Ara can do anything but stay in the cradle. True said Aro, Ara entangled her own weapon. He intends to judge Aro, it is Aro who gets the victory.

“We just want to go again if you are tired,” whispered Aro after successfully subverting Ara.

“Hhmm,” nods Ara without opening her eyes.

His body was again made crumpled, but after the morning prayer at Sita's house he was also made helpless when Aro touch felt the heat burning his body.

“You shower now?” tawar Aro's.

Ara just shook her head, she could not go straight sane when she was burned by her husband.

“I stay, yes. To the store in a moment back here,” permission Aro hope Ara assies.

“Do not, can not. Want to find Ayuni ‘kan?” guess Ara.

Aro folded his lips, how could his wife know that the one who re-ordered the T-shirt was Ayuni?

“Kak Omar aja nemuin, same as ‘kan?” Ara spoke without opening her eyes and still hugged her husband's arm. Mo lek's chest warmly touched Aro's plain arm and waist.

“I phone Omar first, can dong.” Aro smoothed the hair that was attached to his wife's sweaty forehead.

As usual, Omar's screams always make the eardrum feel broken.

“Omar ... Omar,” rang Aro after ending his talk.

“I still have to go to the store, honey. Alka Nungguin, not Ayuni who came.” Aro was very careful when saying that sentence.

“Shortly, promise. Want to nitip snack what?” bargain Aro, death inducement.

“That's a offer, a seduction, or a form of affection?” sindir Ara, her eyes remained closed.

“Mr daughter thinks it is what?” aro whispers make Ara's stomach feel surrounded by butterflies.

“That deadly shadow,” pout of Ara.

“Means can?” pinta Aro, I hope to.

“Ayuni tuh if wearing clothes is always sexy. I don't want my husband to see that.” Finally Ara honest why not like her husband close to Ayuni. “Although he is good.” Quickly Ara praised Ayuni.

“Punyaku at home sexier, more le git, softer, more ...”

“Stop!” Ara stuck her index finger on Aro's lips. Lips full and charming.

“Ngaco, already there go before add ngaco!” Ara took off her arms and then turned her back and covered the blanket to her head, but the white back with the red markings of some seeds was even visible and made Aro smile.

I don't know what's in that guy's brain, it's nice to leave memories on your body lusy wife? It could be on the back.

Aro went into the kitchen in knee-length shorts as well as a white T-shirt. Earth astonishment. His daughter's son said he was going home, but stayed in the room for a long time. When he came down his son was dressed casually with wet hair.

“Ara where?” search the Earth in an interrogating tone.

“Still in room. We're going again. But, I want to go to the store for a while,” explained Aro while walking towards the refrigerator and taking one bottle of orange-flavored drinks with whole grains in it.

“Ask ya, Bun,” said Aro while opening the bottle cap and then sitting on one of the chairs facing the dining table. The man, greedily chugging his drink.

“Kayak abis run only until thirst is like that,” comments Earth.

“Bogor more and more here make sultry,” sahut Aro again downing his drink to the toilet. The aura that made him stifled.

“If until Asar has not come down, please wake up my wife yes, Bun. Tell me to eat,” Aro message while briefly peeking at his mother's forehead and then leave.

In the shop, Alka had been waiting for him since an hour ago.

“Sampe abis coffee cup nih,” complained Alka when Aro apologized for coming late.

“Two cups are also no problem,” reply Aro.

The two then talked about Ayuni's order jerseys.

Deal with material and price, Alka pamit. Unfortunately for Alka, Omar held off her departure with a question that made Alka sit back and start telling stories.

“There are four times in the year I deket same him,” replied Alka.

“Ajuni good girl, she is still an anti-drug ambassador, Ar?” Omar threw a glance at Aro who was replying to Ara's message.

Ara ordered some crazy fried rice, and her favorite painting.

“Which I know, ask to Alka.” A cynical tone sounded from Aro's voice made Omar throw it with paper used gum wrappers.

“Si bang to, by the way I do not have sweetness.”

“Still, Mar. Still,” with his kekehnya Alka answered the want to know Omar.

“And elo not afraid?” tanya Omar made the laughter of Alka stop.

“Udahlah, Mar.” Aro moved closer to Omar while patting his best friend's thigh.

“Don't be bullied, Bro. Play beautiful aja,” advice Aro make the look of Alka's face turned tense.

“Nyokapnya like not to go to elo,” continued Omar increasingly make Alka lose face.

“Tante Yusma is really the same Deket Ayuni. Maybe he's just keeping his son." Aro tries to mediate so that Alka and Omar do not continue to talk about Yusma. Ghibahs.

"He's a matre" Omar said.

"Don't do it, Mar. Every parent always wants what's best for their child." Aro pats Omar's chest.

"Gue doesn't feel good" lamented Alka. "You know, just back from Aro's wedding yesterday I was the same way to Bogor Station. My capital is only two multi trip cards for the Naek Commuter line that can make us to Depok." Alka recalled what happened a few days ago.

"If you're sure, dong's efforts make it better. Ask Allah, the Rich One." Aro could talk to Alka God who does not even believe in God.

If God exists, why is his family destroyed and destroyed? Though his mother diligently prayed even his sister a true Muslim, but damaged by his own father. Where is God? That's Alka's mind.

Alka came home after feeling there was nothing more to talk about.

At home, Ara is engrossed in replying to a message from her husband. Since marriage, the two have been separated this time. Crazy, but miss already overflowing it feels.

"Ra, are you awake yet?" ask Earth after closing the room door.

"Mother, it's already." Ara in a hoarse voice replied to her mother.

The woman did not realize that she was not wearing clothes. His makeup, hood and underwear were all messy on the floor. The earth breathed. Is this what Aro meant by stifling?

The view of the Earth was again presented with some signs of memory from Aro on the shoulders and chest of his daughter. Ara had unconsciously made the blanket sag to the stomach while sitting.

"Not a shower, uh," ledek Earth makes Ara realize what she looks like now.

Ara quickly lifted the blanket up to her chin again. Too bad, Earth has seen the memories her son left on your daughter's luscious body.

"Mother can't wait to want a lot of grandchildren," seduced Earth.

"Mother kayak mas ih, want a lot of children." Ara was still hiding behind the blanket.

Ara goes awry, when he goes up he is afraid the Earth sees something on the bed sheet. Usually leaves a stain. Earlier this morning, Aro to coat the sheets with a sheath cloth. Don't want to make you wonder why wash your sheets in the morning?

"Same Mother has four children, but if it's all big, the house becomes quiet. Sad" complained the Earth.

"God willing, there will be grandchildren who make rames again," comforted Ara.

Azan Asar reverberated, slashing the chatter of the two. The earth went to her room and Ara could breathe a sigh of relief as she freely moved from the bed to bathe and pray.

After the prayer, Ara went down to the kitchen and found her husband had just arrived. Ara was bewitched by the appearance of her husband. He's getting good-looking. His casual clothes actually made Ara feel at home to look at him for a long time.

After eating the crazy fried rice and painting, the two lovebirds returned to the room. Aro finds a message from Davina, a colleague wrote it.

"Ra, I'm going to Vishnu's office tomorrow, right?" ask Aro.

"What are you doing, Mom? you're not an artist anymore." Ara started to burn fire.

"To be told to look at the artist who wants to cast," tell Aro.

"Can't!" shouted Ara.

"But, just for a second, Ra," persuaded Aro.

"I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it!" firmly Ara.

Aro was made to worry by his wife, especially when Ara told him to leave the room. He was only allowed to enter after being able to refuse to come to Vishnu's event. Weight.