The Sky for Ara

The Palm of the Hand, Brother

Ara eager to prepare parcels for the mothers of studies. It contains a box of wet pastries consisting of onde, lemper, painter, risol, chopped meat filler and karoket. One more box contains rice with side dishes rendang beef, capcay, potato fried sambal and fried vermicelli. Equipped with shrimp crackers.

"Sister's joy, nih," said Ara when inserting a cracker wrapped neatly with clear plastic into a rice box.

Without Ara noticing, her husband heard her words. "What was that about?"

Ara folded her lips, holding a smile and amused as Aro tried to bite Ara's ear wrapped in a metallic blue hijab.

"Last night it wasn't." Aro almost cradled Ara last night in touch but mother and father suddenly came and decided to stay overnight.

"Now, yuk?" take Aro and definitely don't want any rejection.

Ara did not immediately answer, her hands were still busy putting the cakes into the white box. When suddenly Aro took the painting that Ara was about to put it. The man ate it and then pulled Ara's hand to stand up and follow in his footsteps.

"I brush my teeth first" Aro said as he arrived at the room passing by after a quick kiss on Ara's cheek.

This was the umpteenth time, there was even a result in his stomach. Still, Ara's heart rate is still racing irregularly when he wants to start the activity that always froth it.

Aro came out of the bathroom with a wet face and bare chest. "The shirt is wet so it is opened," tell Ara who is standing in front of the dresser to take off her hijab.

"Don't like to mention the name of the brother again" whispered Aro right in the ear of his wife who immediately felt her body hot.

"Mas, brother ...."

"Our brother, but he's always liked you." Aro stabbed the tip of his nose into the niche of Ara's neck.

"If I say no more don't cut," Ara's protest turned the body so that the two are now facing each other. "Not polite," continued Ara.

"That can't be weird." Ara pierced Aro's chest with her index finger.

"Nothing is impossible" said Aro, capturing the index finger still piercing his chest.

"I'm the most selfish person to love you." Then walk back and grab Ara's hand to follow her forward until her heels hit the bed.

"Udah wants to have a child is still in doubt," said Ara while pulling both hands held by Aro.

Ara shifted slightly to the left then crawled up onto the bed and lay on her back.

"Don't suudzon overdo it, Mas." Ara rubbed her stomach.

"Eh don't suudzon I mean," Ara's errant ended in a small laugh.

Aro smiled, went up to the bed and hugged his wife. He piles his palm over the back of Ara's hand that is rubbing the stomach.

"I'm just looking after what I have," he whispered, making Ara squirm and change her position to her back.

"But don't be blind jealous either!" sindir Ara glanced at the tip of the man's eyes that were now lying beside her.

"Love needs trust."

"If you're always hesitant and afraid, just don't believe." Ara flicked the tip of her husband's nose.

"I believe in God alone" seduced Aro.

"Iiiiiih very hard to talk to the father of this one," furious Ara made Aro laugh.

"Laughter" said Ara, pinching her husband's stomach.

"Sick, know!" sigh Aro.

Aro's hand slipped into the pink blouse that Ara was using. Swiping Ara's tight stomach a few times. Giving a sense of comfort to the woman to make her closed.

Then Aro's hand moved to his wife's soft back and the woman automatically lay down to face him. Giving a free space to Aro to continue wiping his back. Aro did it for a little while making Ara start lulled with occasional wriggling and clenching hands.

"Breath, Ra," whispered Aro teasing his wife who was being lulled down.

Without opening her eyes Ara punched her husband's bare chest until the man complained.

"Brankn .. jail!" sumpul Ara while moving into Aro's ear. "You mostly eat what is so stubborn and hard to say gini?" This is still about Aro who is always suspicious of Akhza.

Aro laughed instead then drowned his face on Ara's face as the woman again grunted.

"I'm sorry, I once again said I was selfish about loving you."

Aro did not give Ara a chance to speak as she again silenced Ara's mouth with a deeper and demanding gesture.

Ara can do anything other than accept every treatment Aro who always froze him to the point where Ara finally collapsed and chose to sleep rather than return to activity. Fatiguing.

Aro was wearing clothes when Ara returned from the bathroom with her favorite cream color kimono towel. Ara's hair was still wet and even poured water when the woman returned to the bed whose bed had been replaced by her husband.

"Salat first, Ra. Almost Zuhur," prevented Aro when Ara was about to lay down her body.

"Want first his hair," continued Aro while wiping his wife's long hair with a small towel.

"Salat, eat, just sleep," said Aro made Ara frown.

"Still full, I want to sleep!" argue Ara.

"Yes may, now change his clothes continue to pray. I want to eat right into the mosque."

Aro then left the bed and took the sarong and cocoa in the closet and left the room after making sure Ara was wearing clothes.

In the kitchen, the work is still created. There was a cess flare from a frying pan that was being used to fry the family's favorite chicken. The distinctive aroma of coconut stroked Aro's sense of smell and made him take a plate on a shelf and ask for rice on the bundle that was wrapping the white pollen to be packed into a box.

"Where's aura?" bumi asked with a glance at her son's wet hair and shook his head. Maybe he is delicious while others are busy taking care of the four-monthly event of his child candidates.

"In the room, don't be disturbed. She's sleeping at two. At four o'clock I woke up again," explained Aro then took the plate that was thrust by his mother.

"And to put a damper on this clock?" earth Syndicate.

Aro laughed, of course his wet hair invited the attention of his mother. "He, if not called, must be busy. I don't want him to be soaked. So, let him sleep."

In the heart of the Earth justifies the behavior of Aro. Apart from shampooing during the day of course.

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Bada Asar, the first round of study with mothers and orphans began. Finished up to almost magrib by distributing parcels to the pilgrims and courtesy to the plain-faced children.

"Begging his prayers yes all may my wife always be healthy and in the protection of God," Aro said to mothers and orphans.

Ara wearing white caftan with matching color pashmina looks beautiful and radiant. Look at the passing of mothers and orphans with a smile.

"Eat first, Ra!" Aro approached his wife who was still sitting on the carpet. Not finished teaching.

Just about to ask what to eat with, mami Ara keburu came carrying a plate of rice along with side dishes and a glass of warm water.

"I'm bribe?" tawar Aro while Mami Ara returned to the kitchen because he was still packing gifts for the fathers who will study Bada Isya later.

"Ish I can be alone," Ara refused. "There help me clean up the garbage in front," continued Ara while pointing with a chin to Dad who was picking up waste mineral water and paper wrapping cakes.

"Had to be nemenin the princess," Aro's rebuttal made Ara's eyes curl and Aro immediately got up from sitting down and ran towards his father.

The second study was conducted by Bada Isya'. The living room and terrace are filled with worshippers. However, among the crowd, Akhza did not appear. The man promised to arrive at 20:00 at the latest. But until almost 21:00 has not yet arrived.

"Where are you going, Ra? why haven't you come yet?" Mother started to rile.

"Tala hasn't come yet, he promised to come here." Mama Eca chimed in.

"A stuck trap may be," guessed Ara started to panic.

"Well try to call?" ask mommy to mom

"No lift," said the mother quickly while re-opening her phone.

"Hape Tala is dead" complained Mama Eca

Until the studies are over and the guests go home, Akhza still has not seen the trunk of his nose. Aro started to panic, he who had just rolled the carpet with Omar repeatedly turned to the gate hoping Akhza would come soon and intended to immediately scold his twin for missing the lecture of his own future nephew.

Fadan from the inside ran while carrying a mobile phone in his hand towards Aro.

When speaking, it was not Akhza's voice that was heard. But Tala's voice asks Aro to come to Ara's clinic immediately because Akhza had an accident.

Although shocked, Aro still tried to relax and calm down. Immediately told Fadan to meet Ceya and ask the girl to bring the key to the clinic.

"Take a quick trip to the clinic but let no one know especially Ara Tea," Aro's message then accompanied by Omar went directly to the clinic.

Meanwhile, in the clinic, Tala was already upset because Aro or Ceya had not come.

“Hold yes, Bang.” Tala rubbed Akhza's bent back, with her butt pressed against the glass door.

Tala moved to squat under Akhza while pulling Akhza's right hand which he wrapped using pashmina.

“Pusing, Bang?” Tala pressed back the palm that just kept bleeding.

The white pashmina Tala was already wet and red by the blood.

“Later I change the hood,” whispered Akhza made Tala shake his head.

“Abang kayak gini gegara me,” sela Tala.

“No I am a victim of doang veil, yes walopun it is my first veil,” Tala laugh, sounding soft by Akhza.

“Why, Tal?” said Ceya who came with Omar and Aro.

“Elo why, Bang?” Aro immediately grabbed Akhza's hand that Tala was holding.

Tala stepped aside a bit to make room for Aro while Ceya quickly opened the door.

“Siapin tools for wound welfare Doctor Akhza yes, Ce,” pinta Tala is embraced by Ceya as a sign of understanding.

Ceya entered followed Omar behind him. The young man becomes interested in Ceya. Sweetness, thought.

“I wash my hands first yes, Bang.” Tala raised both of her palms covered in dried blood.

“Gue does not want to be sewn,” said Akhza held Tala's steps are almost up.

“Abang, please. Don't bother me, don't take me for a while when I'm kayak gini. No need to stay up!” tala's jolt then passed with a coed heart.

"Gue don't want to!" refute Akhza, again.

"Body you've been so bad that you still have the prestige of receiving help from me?" point at Tala without turning his head while clenching his hands.

"Don't underestimate my ability, I'm used to sewing wounds. Or do you want your mouth I sewed so that you don't talk painfully?" press Tala with the tip of the hot eye, her cheek as well.

"Get into the action room, Mas the tangled plywood." Tala finally stepped in first to wash her hands and change clothes.

“Ayok, log in!” Aro punched Akhza's arm and made the man grimace.

“Eh, sick, Bang?” aro asked as he rubbed his brother's arm that he had fisted.

“Again, have entered ayok!” lie Akhza, of course it hurts. His body was ganged and repeatedly hit the asphalt.

Aro led his elder brother's steps into the action room. There is a complete tool available for sewing wounds. After how many minutes, Tala returned with a fresher face. His dress has been replaced with skiny jeans and a white T-shirt that is very fitting to wrap his body.

"I don't want to be seen right sewing Brother's hand. Mas Aro can go outside,” pinta Tala.

The man immediately stepped up, but turned his head back. He looked at Akhza with a look of pity to see his twin was very pale with a face that occasionally grimaced.

“I will not inject dead Brother Kok, Mas,” Tala said began to open pashmina wrapped in Akhza's hands.

“The door should not forget to close, Mas!” tala's shout made Aro do as the girl ordered.

"Open the shirt first, will you?" tanya Tala made Akhza nod.

Tala was silent when Akhza began unbuttoning the shirt with his left hand which actually also hurt with scratches.

"You can ask for help, Bang if it's hard" Tala said.

"Yes, be careful!" akhza's reply made Tala laugh.

"Udah is suffering from gini, still arrogant!" cibir Tala then unbuttoned the white shirt that Akhza used and already had a lot of blood stains.

Tala misbehaved himself when he saw Akhza's chest is wide and white, it seems to be comfortable when used leaning. Clear your filthy mind, Tala. Let Tala be in his heart to himself.

Finished unbuttoning, Tala slowly helped Akhza open the shirt on his hands. After perfectly removing the shirt from Akhza's body, Tala was able to see how many bruises and berets the man had on his shoulders, back and arms.

"It must hurt a lot, Bang?" Tala rubbed Akhza's bluish shoulders. This must have been the man's brother stepped on by that thug. Tala muttered.

"So sew no, Tal?" Akhza was annoyed that Tala's movement was very slow.

"So .. so. All your lips want me to sew rather than be of no use" Tala said.

Since the incident at Aro's house the other day, the relationship between the two has indeed melted a little. Although we often fight. Akhza who does not talk much, faced with an active Tala.

Tala continued to remove her hijab which wrapped Akhza's wound on the palm of her hand.

"Road to the sink deh," Pinta Tala helped Akhza to stand towards the destination in the corner of the room.

"I washed his blood, Brother, he endured his pain" Tala persuaded.

"It won't hurt!" kelit Akhza's.

"Did, cocky!" cibir Tala while wiping the edge of Akhza's palm clean.

For the part of the arm affected by the puncture, Tala does it by wiping using a wet handkerchief.

After it was confirmed that Akhza's palms were clean from the dried blood, Akhza returned Tala to take him to bed.

the man sat leaning against the headboard of the bed with his legs crossed. To minimize pain while sewing, Tala gave Akhza an anesthetic injection.

"No need to be a hero!" ledek Tala made Akhza silent unwilling to respond to the girl.

During the process of sewing the wound took place, Akhza seemed to be enchanted with Tala's beautiful eyes. The girl wore a surgical mask, but forgot to wash her hair. So that what happens is the hair that often falls over the face of Tala when the sewing activity of the wound takes place.

"Makanya wear a veil, let the hair do not make complicated." Akhza slipped Tala's hair behind the girl's ear.

Tala tried to stay calm, until the sewing process of sewing Akhza's palms and arms was completed. Unrelenting there, Tala is now passing every bruise and beret part of the shoulder and shoulder. Tala again grimaced to remember with cruelty the people dressed in black had ganged himself and Akhza.

"Abang, who are these people?" Tala lowered her voice when she asked.

"Begal" Akhza replied briefly.

"Lucky there was a car passing by, yeah." Tala breathed a sigh of relief after all the wounds on Akhza's body had been cleaned and given ointment.

"Yes" said Akhza then began to break down. Drowsiness.

Tala then did not speak again, he was annoyed answered briefly by Akhza. The girl chose to re-tidy the scarred tools and left the room.

Tala had a short break in the waiting room of the clinic with Ceya, enjoying a warm tea and paintings brought by Atar.

"Atar, take me to the station. I want to go home" Tala asked after replying to Rud's message.

[I can't come, greetings to Ara. Say sorry to my mom.]

Atar certainly did not refuse, secretly the young man of responsibility liked Tala. Whether real or just praising, surely Atar always likes girls who are more mature than him. That's taste.

Tala returns to Akhza's room before leaving to pick up her bag sling. Akhza was heard snoring, making Tala approach him. Akhza's bare chest glimmered in the light. I don't know which demon is approaching Tala.

The girl, climbed to the top of Akhza's bed. Looking closely at the owner of the thick black eyebrows. Tala smelled those eyebrows in turn. Then it moved to both eyes of Akhza. And, lastly, both cheeks of Akhza became his target.

"Cepet healed" he whispered as he got out of bed and left the room.

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.I want to ask, the name of brother akhza is indeed difficult to call, huh? 🤗🤗🤗🤗