The Sky for Ara

Ekanta Bimala (1)

Aro called Omar and told him to come to his parents' house immediately. It was almost magrib when the fat man arrived.

“Life elo can't ya make me calm for a while,” nagging Omar so up and Aro welcome him on the lip of the door.

“This is a danger, concerning the tranquility of my life. Elo have to nolongin me this time.” Aro grabbed Omar by the shoulder and led him into the living room.

On the rectangular table were two glasses of strawberry juice and banana chips in a large jar. Purple jars that will make you angry if the lid is gone. Spooky.

“Mar, Davina sent me to Vishnu's office tonight.” Aro immediately spoke to the core of the problem.

“What is my relationship?” Omar began to open the lid of the jar of banana chips and hugged the long, round object affectionately.

“Elo who went, Ara did not ngizinin me,” Aro shootout made Omar terbahak. The crisps spurted into the air.

“Bang to, slob lo!” Aro Aspies.

Omar chuckles amusedly, “Elo group husband scared wife, Ar?”

“Gue is not afraid, Just do not want to make him disappointed,” explained Aro while kicking the snore of Omar who returned engrossed in chewing chips.

“What's going to be the Davina that told you? Vishnu said nothing to me. He messed up the shirt if you want to know. Lo back, he called,” Omar said with his mouth full.

“Davina asked me to pick him up, continue together to Wisnu's office to see children who want to cast the Sky and Star series,” said Aro mentioned the title of the series whose script he wrote himself.

Want as famous as any movie or series that aired and circulated, Davina's name still appears on the screen after the drama ended. Aro, stay only behind.

“Sweet, she likes times to elo,” chirps Omar makes Aro think.

Davina was always attentive to him. Telling a lot of things, but never Aro responded.

“Do not carelessly, Mar. Ara Denger can misunderstand,” complained Aro.

“Logic yes, Ar. Why Davina ngajak elo and ask to be picked up if you don't like it?” Omar was pointing at his index finger.

“Man, Davina has a husband. Richer than me, what else is less?”

“Virtuosity. Davina's husband is impotent. It's no secret, Ar. Hence Davina thirsty caress,” tell Omar in a low voice making Aro dizzy in horror.

“Kok I don't know?” Aro scratched his non-itchy nape.

“Elo too flat after coming out of iron bars.” Omar closed the jar again and sipped fresh strawberry juice.

The cold drink was cold caressing Omar's throat. Make it say, “ah steady!”

“Gue with Davina have worked together for six years. Why is he just now as if he deletin me?” aro tuding.

“People are more challenging times,” as long as Omar sips his drink again. The sweetness felt, made Omar can't bear to not spend the juice.

“So how?”

“No need to come, all the time you stop writing the script. Ara also certainly does not agree elo still just work on the manuscripts,” Omar suggested.

The second conversation was interrupted by Azan Magrib. Aro and Akash, Atar and Fadan went to the mosque while Omar prayed at home and asked for permission to return to the store immediately.

After Isya, Aro just dared to go back to the room. He found that Ara was chanting the holy verse of the Qur’an. The man waited as he laid his body on the edge of the bed.

Until Ara finished teaching, and took off her face and saved the Qur’annya on the nightstand, then Aro moved to sit.

“Ara, play yuk!” goda Aro speaks in the tone of a child.

Ara concluded a smile, she was actually still irritated, but Aro made her heart warm up.

“Upil, here pill,” call Aro while waving.

“Not so go?” Ara approached and sat down beside her husband.

“No, you don't like ‘kan?” Aro hugged Ara's shoulder.

“Just don't want to go back to the wrong things. People like it not good. And, I'm sorry, I don't believe in the same thing. After what happened a few years ago.” Ara leaned her head on Aro's chest.

“Not me want so’ chat, Mas. But that's what we get married for, reminding each other. And ...” Ara hung up her sentence then distanced herself slightly from Aro.

Aro's hand reached out to embrace his wife's shoulder.

“Stop screeching that makes rest time bothersome. Writing should make you happy. Not the other way around. I read the script I made, good. But, if you make the nights Mas stay up late what else to drink coffee without rules, it is not good. I don't want to be a young widow,” always Ara after talking at length.

“Who is also willing to leave a wife as beautiful as this,” reply Aro.

“And another one, I don't like it if Mas is involved again in the entertainment world. Initially try, it will be comfortable until you forget that at home is more charming,” said Ara.

Definition of loving yourself. Praise yourself, even though it was the first time he did it.

"No, you calm down." Aro again pulled Ara's body back into his arms.

"Tomorrow we'll go home. I want to open a clinic, Mas," Ara's pinta is not directly called Aro.

They have only been married for a few days, Aro does not feel sincere if he has to see his wife back to work.

"Mas, can't you?" urge Ara when her husband doesn't give an answer.

"Yes, can. But I'm coming, "pinta Aro and be taken by Ara. Don't wanna get dizzy.

Returning home, after the fact about the father is revealed, and the clinic reopens Ara's days are getting busier. Aro has also started to often go to the store, he continues the script, and now adds to the effort by opening a car wash next to his barber shop.

"Let's not just make me complicated, yes" Omar said during the opening ceremony of the new Aro business.

Aro simply responded with a chuckle. The ara who heard it also just shook her head. The atmosphere was crowded, almost the whole family came. Except for jidda, uti, and Yati who have returned to the village.

"This is the name of a landmine vegetable" Akhza said as he wanted to scoop up vegetables made by Fenti that became Ara's favorite menu these days. Vegetable whose content is dominant large green chili. It's fresh and spicy.

"Remember, don't get a lot of it!" Earth reminds her son.

The family is always crowded when gathered. What else with the presence of Fatimah who does not want to be silent. Until Fadan, who was in charge of looking after the child - because Sanu was eating - was overwhelmed.

In the chair in the corner of the room, Akhza and Alisha sat together. Chat a lot of things, including mutual literacy with their status that is still single. At first it was quiet, before Omar finally came and made a melee.

"Fair normal fashion. Not handsome and not boss. You guys are crazy, unnatural. The one handsome doctor anyway. The owner of a Muslim clothing boutique, saucy too," led Omar on Akhza and Alisha.

"Look on, husband and wife are lying down" Omar pointed to Ara who was cleaning her husband's mouth with wet wipes.

"Mas, it's very intentional to eat defepotin let me elapin, right?" ara's murmur made Aro chuckle.

"Or not to lo, ca." Omar pointed at Miza and Sanu who were eating. Sanu patiently feeds Miza who is holding Fatimah who finally fell asleep.

"She's sleeping pretty, just like her mama" praised Miza staring lovingly at the blushing Sanu.

"Or it, Bang. Rud same Tala, bride-to-be." Omar this time pointed to Rud and Tala as well as Ayesha and the Sea.

"I'm not, Ma. Brother lied, I'm not like that bar bar until after the singer. Brother slander," Tala protested when Rud said some time ago Tala was chasing one of his favorite singers when they came to the Jakarta fair event.

"I just want to see my stand that sells shirts. Go there again, Bang!" invite Tala who looks beautiful with a broken white knee-length dress combined with a soft cream cardigan. Her hair was beautifully severed with a butterfly pinch to the left of her head.

"Yes, honey." Briefly Rud replied, but plus the movement of tucking Tala's hair behind his ears. Makes Akhza throw away his sight. Sickened.

"Why immediately throw away your face?" ask Omar.

Tala's high voice again caught his attention.

"Didn't, anyway. His brother slandered me constantly. I only ate three meatballs, Mama. Brother ih!" tala scolded while hitting Rud's laughing arm.

"Abang, I'm licking ah!" sumpul Tala frowned irritably making Rud so anxious to pinch both cheeks.

"Huh noisier base. He was always in the hospital noisy. His job is singing indistinctly while playing tik tok. Sometimes mukbang, sampe often run with wet hair if the morning schedule. Strange, what made Rud like him?" cibir Akhza's.

"The same patient was taken, all were questioned. Deliberately caper times, most males if you have met him in the patient's room. His job is to laugh at the patient, there is no serious. Look, I met Rud on purpose wearing that shirt. Don't think we're here studying isn't any more chilling." Akhza next talked about Tala as if he knew the girl most.

"What else if already selling mango, taste the most delicious man-made."

"Wait a minute, you're really sorry about Tala's behavior. As detailed as it was until the rye mango lo perhatiin," ledek Omar.

"The danger, Mar. Could be heartbroken for the second time this person," Alisha said.

"Iih Abang, no yes. Where there I rarely shower, rarely shampoo. Mama, Abang lied," whined Tala while hugging Ayesha's arm while Rud and Sea just laughed.

"No, spoiled too, right? semenye-menye is his attitude. Make sultry!" Akhza stood with his camera. "Gue get wind first to the roof," he said.

The roof of the building is made in such a way attractive to be comfortable to be used as a place to relax. With the tip of his eyes still paying attention to Tala's movements, Akhza climbed the steps of the stairs made of iron.

The real Tala from earlier noticed Akhza too, following with the tip of his eyes where the man's steps went. Until finally he told Ayesha to go to the toilet while following Akhza's steps.

On the roof, Akhza sits on a chair facing a round table.

"Why should he, anyway?" the murmur then returned to the movement because it was attracted by some cactus that was in a small white pot.

"Ara is all-rounder. Whatever he takes care of with his hands is always beautiful. Kayak mas Ar who seems to be happier," the monologue Akhza while photographing the cactus.

As he was about to return to shooting, a hand suddenly blocked his view.

Akhza was glued when he saw that in front of him was Tala. The girl smiled. The delicate fragrance of Tala perfume, caresses Akhza's sense of smell. Secretly, Akhza was lulled.

"Abang, can I have a chat?" pinta Tala made Akhza leave her to sit back.

"Abang, a minute," Tala repeated.

"Let's talk, don't be long!" ketus Akhza without looking at his interlocutor who is now standing right behind him.

"Why is it so rough with me now?" Tala rests both hands on the back of the wooden chair that Akhza sits on. The distance between the two is very close. Akhza could hear Tala breathing. He hates, but likes.

"Gue is gini" interrupted Akhza.

"No, you're a good man!" refute Tala.

"Don't you know!" Akhza.

Tala did not immediately chimed in, she instead hugged Akhza's shoulder. Slightly bowed his body and placed his chin on Akhza's shoulders. "If I could choose who I'd live with, Bang."

Akhza froze, he wanted to escape but Tala's breath made him enjoy the situation.

"May our relationship be better. I'd be happy if we could be friends." Tala let go of her embrace. He was relieved to have expressed his feelings.

The girl came back down, not wanting to make Rud wait for her for too long.

If only I could choose who I would live with. Tala's words ring in Akhza's ears. What the hell is going on? akhza's mind nurtured the question. Why was there such a bitter tone when Tala said that sentence. Didn't he look happy with Rud?

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May the day come up again hehe