The Sky for Ara

"Please, Rabb"

Akhza is still reluctant to go home when the other family has left him.

“Nginep at my home, Bang!” take Aro when approaching Akhza who is still fun on the roof of the building.

“Dengerin the sound of the elo bed squeaking? the same noise of Ara? males!” sahut Akhza's.

“Still inget aja incident at home mom, if you nginep I play slowly.” Aro chuckled at the end of his sentence.

“Luckily only I was horrified, if Fadan or Atar who could hear them sound what is it?” ledek Akhza's.

Some time ago while staying together at their parents' house, the noise of Aro and Ara was caught by Akhza who was silent on the balcony of his room connected to the balcony of Ara's room. Akhza who heard the noise instead of staying away even closer towards the door of Ara's room. As a result, he is alone.

“Simulation, Bang. Later elo practicein,” said Aro punch his twin arm.

“Later I do not,” sahut Akhza fast.

“We'll see later,” Aro replies while shooting Akhza with hand gestures. “Come ah, turn. Or at the same shop as Omar. Here there is no bed.”

“Males me to Omar,” to Akhza, surely the man will be softened his match again.

“How do you want? Ara already wants to go home,” complained Aro hope his brother also quickly gave a decision.

“Gue back to mom's house aja.” Akhza moved while wearing his jacket and backpack.

The two walked down the stairs. Passing through a large room that is still empty because the car wash and other items will only be arranged tomorrow. On the terrace Ara was waiting with tired eyes.

“Abang did make a long time, I sleepy," said Ara.

“Omelin Ra, omelin.” Aro's pumping Ara.

“Since when did you become so spoiled, do not-don't fill it?” guess Akhza while walking to his bike.

“Introduction, if you have filled do not dry. Poor pound me!” order Akhza with a flat face but a serious tone of speech and then drive his bike, Atar motor to be exact.

“Iih since when did he become so nyebelin?” cibir Ara's.

“Since you stay married,” sahut Aro.

“Mas, he's our brother. Don't think no,” sukut Ara.

“I think of a yes-yes, yes?” Aro took the woman's hand to get to the car. He opened the door for Ara while saying, “Please princess, let's go back to heaven!”

The streets that night were a little quiet. Make Aro can freely drive his car. What else with Ara asleep, he did not have to worry about hearing his wife comment.

***

Ara remembered Akhza's words last night about her already filled. Moreover, it has also been a week late to come the month. Ara secretly checked her urine with a pregnancy test this morning. When the result turned out to be negative, Ara let out a disappointed sigh.

“We try later in three days, deh.” Ara comforted herself while coming out of the bathroom.

The morning is always a busy activity. Ara always cooks for her husband. The cuisine was simple because her husband was an eater of all kinds of food.

The two always leave together from home, Aro never absent to take Ara first to the clinic. Then he went to his shop.

Aro is still busy taking care of the script, he even stole time on the sidelines of his activities in the store to just continue writing the script dialogue.

“This Ara know not elo still writing?” search Omar when he saw Aro instead of fast lunch, he was busy editing the script and replied to a message with Davina.

“Gue has no intention of lying to him. What matters is that the time I make him does not diminish. I keep an eye on him.” Aro spoke without turning his face away from the laptop screen.

“The problem is that Ara knows ...”

“Omar, Ari you why not bales-bales message Teteh?” it was the typical Fenti voice shouting at Omar, but he was still on the lips of the entrance.

“Teteh I'm really a habit to say,” Omar's guman is not aware that he himself is like that too.

“Hapeku on top, Tea. There were so many customers.” Omar gave up while kissing the back of Fenti's hand with a notjim.

“When do we return? haol is two days away,” tell Fenti to make Omar pat his eel.

“Tomorrow morning, deh.” Omar gave me advice.

“Cute, not Ar?” ask Fenti.

“Where?” Aro asked back.

“Ke Subang, haol abah. I often take care of it, this time I repotin elo. Elo must come!” omar Tehim.

At first Aro wanted to refuse, but it was not good because it was true, Omar often he bothered.

***

After a night of discussion with Ara, Aro decided to come to Subang. Meanwhile, Ara could not join because many patients had made appointments with him.

“Ok, guys. So, we want to go to Subang and husband wife lebay want to separate first last night but already want to separate forever. Tuh look!” Omar who was doing a live broadcast through his social media account pointed a camera at Aro who was kissing Ara's forehead.

“Mar, siah gelo!” aspers Aro (Crazy, Lo)

“Mas, the words do not like that,” Ara's nag. “Nudget first try!” continued Ara.

Aro then lowered his head, as his wife had ordered. Ara still had to tiptoe a little while going to kiss her husband's forehead.

“I love so much you.” A smile ended Ara's words. “Be careful bring the car, Mas likes it as it pleases.”

“Iya, Darling. You be careful also at home,” reply Aro re-hugging Ara.

Understandably, this is the first time after more than a month of marriage Ara was left far away by her husband.

“Lebay really, I swear. Only a day Upiiiil!” omar Ledek.

As far as Aro was concerned, Ara immediately went to the clinic to kill the loneliness that suddenly slipped in her mind.

There are already some pregnant women who do check appointment that day. Ara was a little unconcerned when checking.

“Duh, Ra. Professional, dong!” grunts to yourself.

Until finally he could not stand it and chose to send Aro a message.

[Mas, which way?]

[Udah bye, honey. If you are tired, rest]

Aro knows very well, if his wife sends a message when she is not there, it means she is in a bad state.

[Sepi, Mas. There is no you]

[You want a phone?]

[The kangen phone even added, Mas ]

[Tomorrow morning straight home, really. Malem slept with Ceya, yeah]

[It's okay, honey. Love you, Ara. My adore]

After replying with Aro, Ara said goodbye to Ceya to go home. The promise with his patient, has been fulfilled all. He felt his body limp and lay down on the mattress it could be a tired decapitation.

“Tala will be here he said, Ce. Go to the house later, yes. It's up to what time.”

Ceya himself is a friend of Tala, Ceya can work in Ara clinic as well thanks to Tala.

After making sure none of her belongings were left behind, Ara immediately left the clinic.

The time is still at 14:00, but the sky is already somber decorated with blackened clouds. Looks like it's going to rain. It has been three days of rain falling with the swift flushing of the earth part of Bojong Gede in the afternoon.

Ara's heart was again filled with grief. Effects of Aro. Whether excessive or indeed like that, the instinct of a wife when left by a husband who is usually always at home every day.

Ara's steps felt heavy all the way. Paving blocks that collide with his flat shoes cause the sound of srek srek srek as Ara shuffled his steps.

Until arriving in front of the gate of block B house no 5 in Bojong Gede housing green permai, Ara's forehead shriveled. The reason, right in front of his house parked a box car. When he saw the gate of the house that opened Ara was even more shocked. Who came to his house?

The steps that had been dragged had now turned into half running. Until arriving at the terrace, two men wearing orange uniforms and a woman wearing an ash hijab were sitting in a lounge chair.

Ara didn't like it much, but she still had to be polite.

“Sorry, who are you?” greet Ara, only daring to stare at the woman wearing black toen pants.

“We want to deliver goods orders Mas Aro. The address is written here. We are from Bandung,” obviously women in ash hijab.

Ara only oh ria. He thought, these people just misunderstood. Must have been taken to the store.

“Should be delivered directly to the outlet, Mbak.” Ara straightened out the mistakes that happened.

“The address is listed here, Mbak.” The woman showed her phone to tell Ara about her address which was exactly the same as the name of the housing complex.

“Oh, yes anyway. Yes already, brought in aja, sir,” pinta Ara while glancing towards the two large boxes that according to the three people are items for Aro car wash needs.

The three people, entered following Ara's footsteps. Ara herself went straight to the kitchen intending to give her guests a drink while a little bit of grumbling in the heart because Aro did not renew it first would come goods to the house.

“Mbak, can you come to the bathroom?” pinta was one of the two men.

“Please, the bathroom is there.” Ara pointed towards the white colored door made of aluminum.

The bathroom was fused with the kitchen, the size was not large only 1.5 meters x 1.5 square meters. Made under the stairs that connect to the second floor.

The man immediately headed to the destination, while Ara brought three glasses of orange syrup into the living room. The man came back from the bathroom. Now, it's the woman's turn to ask permission to go to the bathroom.

“I am actually not used to going to the bathroom in a foreign place by myself, can you ask for company, Ma'am?” the woman's pinta made Ara gladly grant her request.

While the woman was in the bathroom, Ara was waiting for her at the door. There was the sound of running water and the sound of keymark clamps playing. Before long the woman came out with a fresher face.

“Mbak, the faucet cannot be closed?” The woman pointed at the faucet that was still flowing, while the bucket was already full of water.

“Perhaps if the Mbak who closed like can.” The woman gave advice.

Ara nodded, it was sometimes like that ‘kan? An item will only work properly if the owner uses it.

Without thinking the other Ara immediately went inside the bathroom to turn off the water.

As Ara closed the faucet, she quickly closed the door and locked it from the outside. Ara astonishment, why did the door suddenly close and lock?

The sound of the clette was not only the key that was turned to open the door, but also removed from its place.

At first, Ara thought that maybe the woman was asking her to joke. Until then the lamp that became the lighting of the only room whose walls were made of large white ceramics, died.

Ara started to panic. He banged on the door. Screaming for removal from the stuffy room without air vents. With the lights turned off automatically exhaust fan, the only tool that regulates air circulation in the room was dead.

The stuffy room became hot, making a sultry feeling attack Ara. Ara began to panic, fear began to surround herself.

“Mas, do you know me?” moaned Ara, thinking this was just Aro's joke.

“Mas, enough. I'm overheating Mas!” ara shouted hoping that Aro was the culprit of this incident

“Mas, my birthday is still a long time. Don't give me a surprise like this. I'm afraid of the dark, Mas!”

Ara continued banging on the door from the inside while turning her knob hoping to damage it.

After some time turning the doorknob, Ara got hotter with a very sore dry throat.

Ara's focus is on the water in the bucket. His throat was getting drier with a spreading thirst. Ara crouched down and had to drink the raw water using a dipper. He does not want to be dehydrated due to the increasingly excruciating heat.

“Yes Rabb, please servant,” screams Ara in heart with tears beginning to melt.

Who exactly were those guys? What does all this mean? Why should Ara be locked up in a stuffy bathroom without air vents with the lights off?

Benak Ara continued to ask each other questions. He was still crouching while again downing the water using a dipper.

After a long time just squatting, Ara wiped her tears, then stood up with her knees that felt weak. He decided to wudu. Hope washing water can give him peace.

Finished wudu, he chanted do’a be given convenience.

“Allahumma laa sahla illa maa ja’altahu sahlaa, wa anta taj’alul hazna idza syi’a sahlaa”

O God, there is no ease except that which You make easy. And thou hast made sorrow (difficulty), if Thou willed it shall be easy.

Rather than continue to shout and bang on the door that never opened, Ara chose to sit on the toilet with a heart that continues to chant remembrance.

“I surrender to You for my life, Lord. I'm sure you won't give me any trouble outside my power.”

“Ceya cepet come, Ce.”

The roof rumbled with rainwater. Ara was sure that heavy rain was back on her town. The woman inwardly chanted back do’a.

”Allahumma shoyyiban nafi’an”

O Allah send down to us a fruitful rain.

The heat is tormenting Ara. He tried to calm down, occasionally continue to drink so as not to lack fluids. His breathing began to stale with his head that began to feel dizzy. Sweat had soaked all over his body, especially on his forehead. Ara opened the socks and also the pentul needle embedded in her hijab. The woman also released the inner covering her head. Hope to give him a little coolness.

"Ceya, cepet come. O Allah, help me," cried Ara. He felt his body was no longer in balance.

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The story in this chapter is sourced from the kompas.com news article on Thursday, December 29, 2016 at 06.16 (Genesis di Pulomas, on Tuesday, December 27, 2016)

Do'a is given convenience and do'a when it rains quoted from Rumaysho.com

This is a picture of the bathroom door. Luckily the door in my bathroom was not as good and the key was broken as well hehehe. Mas Ar makes the bathroom door just use a ginian. That's why put the key on the door 😭😭😭. Yes, whatever, how else. His name is disaster. Hopefully it can be better to take care of Ara yes, Mas. Horrified Abang Za will be angry if until Ara why.