The Sky for Ara
About Alka Handaru
In a narrow space directly connected to the kitchen - only a stymied bookshelf - Alka sat on a shabby mat whose edges had been torn off. The man tapped the tip of the phone onto the floor made of beige ceramic.
“If elo succeed, the pay is more gedhe.” The sentence Apeng, his old friend back dancing in his head.
“Abaaaang!” a girl shouted from inside the room.
Alka's brain immediately remembered her mother. If Azla, the girl who just shouted, called her name in a high tone, it was likely that something bad happened to their mother again. Mother who is a patient.
Alka rushed into the room which was only covered with red curtains with a picture of a goose that was not suitable for use. Bolong everywhere.
“Why, deck?” Alka immediately sat on the edge of the bed whose mattress was already flattened.
Azla was hugging her crying mother wailing as she grabbed her hair.
“The medicine runs out, Bang,” tell Azla with a face of despair.
“Emang Abang has no money?” azla continued frustrated with the state of her mother who was still hysterical.
“Abang go first!” Alka decided to go back to Apeng.
Out of the rented plot in the Depok area, Alka called someone. Asking him to come see Alka in his rented alley.
It didn't take long, the man called Apeng came. Carrying a black parcel containing two boxes of places to eat.
“The address I sent to elo, do not fail.” Apeng went back with his motorcycle.
“Gue promises this last one,” muttered Alka while playing a recording of Ayuni's beautiful face in her brain.
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“Created salad only, Ra ...” Aro followed Ara who was picking strawberries that he planted in a small pot in the yard of the house that he made into a garden.
“Lit, Mas. Make it eaten,” stir Ara while showing a small basket containing strawberry fruit. Only about 10 seeds.
“Create juice,” Aro proposal and embraced by Ara then both enter the house.
Finished making the juice, they returned to the terrace of the house. Enjoy the fresh strawberries combined with sugar cubes and sweetened condensed milk.
“Nyadar no Mas, God is very good to us.” Ara stirred her drink with a straw.
The man replied with a nod and ignorantly pierced Ara's nose using a straw.
“I sometimes embarrassed because still often overslept if abis salat,” regretted Ara. His habit of sleeping with mukena.
“And often fight you,” continued Ara staring intensely round eyeball her husband.
Aro still faithfully listened to his wife, he just smiled knotty.
“You never really felt a sprain on me. Or bosen?” This time Ara's gaze was full of curiosity.
Aro cleared his throat before answering his wife's question. With a melulum of smile, the man stared back at Ara.
“You why is it like that?”
“Against any thought?”
“Don't like weird thinking!”
Cecar Aro made Ara look down embarrassed.
“Think that makes you happy, Ara. Your content is now 6 months. Don't think of anything real you already know the answer.”
Aro grabbed the hands of his wife who was being linked to each other. “I've never been annoyed at you. If you want it yes,” whispered while laughing to make Ara smile.
Really the mood Ara up and down. He thinks like that because it has been a few days Aro is always busy. They just missed the night with sleep. Really just sleeping.
Aro admitted to having too much business. The quality of the t-shirts is increasingly in demand. Likewise with the increasingly crowded car wash. Affordable price, but satisfactory service. That is why he spends more time working than with Ara lately.
Ara's gaze was fixed on someone who had been pacing back and forth wearing black clothes passing in front of their house. The fence was not closed. Aro custom when at home open wide the gate of his house .
“See no Mas?” ask Ara.
“What?” Aro didn't see it.
“There are passersby pack clothes items,” tell Ara. “It, Mas. Just back to the outside of the complex.” Ara brandished her index finger making Aro immediately stand up chasing after the person in black.
The man walked with wide strides towards the outside of the housing. Once chased, Aro instantly pulled the person's arm.
“Alka ...” strangle Aro while opening the hat worn by the man who turned out to be Alka.
“Ar, elo .. i ..”.
“My wife see elo through front of the house. He was held captive so always parno if you see unknown people through the front of the house.” Aro put his hat back on Alka's head.
“Bang sat!” mummy Alka.
“Elo know Apeng?” tanya Alka made Aro shake.
“Sofian, Raka, Bakri, Junus, Dayat?” Alka passed on the names of the thugs she had once been friends with.
“Julus temennya Oji know?” Alka hoped Ari would recognize her.
“Distributor?” guess Aro, familiar with that name.
“Iya, means elo know what kind of ranks under Julus?” Alka then unzipped the jacket and took out a black pack.
“Gue does not know who the mastermind is,” said Alka thrust the black package at Aro.
“This is Shabu. Apeng told me this naro at home elo make a trap.” Alka explained the problem.
“Gue needs money, no other choice. Once into this world, it's hard to get out, Ar,”.
“Elo already paid?” ask Aro.
“Gue paid for mission success,” Alka says.
“After knowing I own the house, you still want this mission to succeed?” Aro hardened his jaw.
“No, and I already took this job.” Alka threw the black package so that it made a bang.
“Elo help me find out who's behind all this. I'll definitely pay. How?” tawar Aro's.
Alka silent for a moment, “ Nyokap I again crumpled. The cure ran out and she was constantly hysterical.”
“My sister is also sick again, while I did not get part of the gig schedule because Sani was angry with me.”
Sani is the female vocalist in the indie band Alka. Sani, put your heart on Alka. He was obviously angry as Alka spent more time with Ayuni.
“Gue has determined not to give them illegal money. But, circumstances that force.” Alka flopped onto the paving block, frustrated.
The man bent his long legs wrapped in black pants. “And why should the person be elo?”
“Allah dear to elo, if the person is not me surely elo continue this mission? Brother and mother Lo back to eat haram money.” Aro crouched down while embracing Alka's shoulder.
“Help me reveal who the mastermind is, I'm sure this is still the same person who nyekap Ara and ngeroyok Abang I.” Aro patted Alka on the shoulder and then stood back up.
“Can you tell me elo address?” aro Pinta.
“Gue will be there with Brother and Ara. Let the state of the elo family can be checked.”
Alka thought for a moment. He didn't want people to know his mother had a mental disorder. During this time his mother was taken to the Marzuki hospital after being treated there. However, his mother had run away making Alka and Azla choose outpatient treatment only.
“There are times where others should know the worst circumstances elo, Ka. Not to disassemble disgrace, just so that elo know the help of God is broad.” Aro seemed to be able to read the doubtful gurat in Alka's face.
“You know the elo address, now I'm there with Ara. Same with Ayuni.” Aro reached out with a hand to ask Alka to stand up.
Alka received Aro's helping hand, the man was the same height as Aro.
“Ayuni, I'm not the same with him.” Alka laughed heartily.
“Too complicated, and pity Ayuni if I am the same.” Alka's laughter turned into a bitter smile.
“Loh, why?” Alka curious. As far as he was concerned, Ayuni had relied heavily on Alka for some of this time.
“Udahlah, I wait at home. I sent via chat his address.” Alka took back the black package and passed away leaving Aro staring at her departure.
After Alka disappeared into the angkot, Aro turned back home. Ara was standing on the lip of the gate when Aro returned.
“Mas, who?” Ara was very curious.
“Alka,” Reply Aro short.
“Alka girlfriend Ayuni?” guess Ara is possessed by Aro.
“We go to Alka's house, yes!” Aro pulled his wife's hand from where she stood, because she was about to close the gate.
“Ngapain?” Ara knitted her brows.
“Mother and sister are sick, I also ask brother to go there mumpung her holiday.” Aro embraces his wife and takes her inside to get ready.
“Sorry so disrupt your holiday, sometime again yes we go for a walk.” Aro stroked the back of Ara's hand as they were already in the car and prepared for Alka's house.
Akhza himself has walked from his mother's house. He went with Atar and Fadan.
"Please let us go for a walk" said Ara sincerely.
"What a hell you are," praised Aro as he pulled Ara's hand and kissed the finger's back.
"Well, yuk?" take Ara and Aro immediately drive his car.
