The Sky for Ara

Lattice Missions

Now they are all - Ara, Aro, Fadan, Atar, Akhza - already in the narrow living room rented by Alka Handaru. The man who is being rumored to be the man triggers a quarrel between the beautiful artist Ayuni and her biological mother.

“She was just hitchhiking live to my son.”

The loud and haughty voice of Yusma, adorning the glass screen at various gossip events. Hot news, Ayuni against the blessing of the mother for the sake of a man of unclear origin.

How does Alka feel? Be ill. Affronted. Crushed.

Or with another article title.

Ayuni, the beautiful and sexy artist fights the mother for a man who is only a vocalist of an indie band.

There's more that hurts Alka the most.

Ayuni is known to bring Alka's sister who is a PSK to the hospital to check the womb.

I don't know where those rumors came from. To be sure, there was Yusma who was laughing happily behind Alka's painful news.

The only thing that made Alka feel the most fortunate was that their family did not have a television. Until, his mother and sister do not have to know the rumors that corner him.

“Where is his mother, Brother?” tanya Ara broke the silence that was created earlier.

“In room,” reply Alka briefly.

Meanwhile, there were two boys - Atar and Fadan - who had been elbowing each other because of thirst. In the alley they both saw a show case featuring a row of cold drinks.

“Elo said,” whispered Atar.

“Kakak aja,” reply Fadan.

Atar grunting. After a debate about his nickname, between akang, aa, or brother. The infection (jangkung ipis) does not want to be called by the three names offered by the mother.

“I want to be called Brother,” said Atar who has darker skin than Aro or Akhza.

The legacy of Uti Ayas, perhaps. Or Papa the Sea. It could be from his own mother.

“Abang has been too much,” rebut mother at that time.

While his father only glimpsed the debate of his youngest son and his beloved wife. No matter what, that's just his attitude. Definition of a Stone given life.

And it is still a mystery why the curly hair wants to be called Brother. It seems only Fadan knows.

“Sister who said, or want me to leak the reason why you want to be called Brother?” threaten Fadan.

Good Fadan, do not want to be constantly pressed Atar. The ML maniac.

“Gue don't invite you to party anymore!” reply Atar.

“Not important! I'm busy trying to enter my favorite Junior High School so Mas Ar is proud,” refutes Fadan making Atar hit his thigh.

The behavior of both attracted Aro's attention. He who had been resistant enough to not just hit the head of Atar, began to run out of patience.

The blow on the back of the head that Aro did to Atar made his younger brother complain and murmur.

“Mas, kill me!”

“Whispering!” snapped Aro.

“Dan, what are you talking about?” aro asked, more gently looking at Fadan.

“Abang Atar want to buy a drink he said, Mas,” said Fadan pressed the word brother in his sentence, making Ara laugh.

Besides Fadan, Ara became the second person why Atar wanted to be called Abang?

“Elo also ‘kan?” Atar elbowed Fadan's stomach.

“Both of us,” error Fadan smile knot.

“Yaudah, there buy!” Ara took the wallet from her Sling bag

“Do not go far,” Ara message while giving two red money sheets to Atar.

“Most, Dear,” comments Aro.

“So great, Boss!” sindir Atar quickly put the two red sheets into his jeans

Worry was taken again by Aro. The man is a king.

“Udah, go there!” akhza.

His head was dizzy if his sisters had fought. It doesn't matter, make his head dizzy.

“Come, Dan!” Atar.

“Before the money is taken again the same boss stingy,” as well Atar ran.

“Introduction yes all,” farewell Fadan.

Compared to Atar who often makes his brother dizzy with his magical behavior, Fadan can always be the antidote.

“Sorry yes, Brother. Our sister is always magical,” throws Ara on Alka who is writing confused on her face.

Maybe Alka is in the body phase here but the heart is there.

“Can see his mother?” pinta Ara made Alka nod and move.

“One person first,” said Alka

“Elo first, Bang,” suggestion Aro hold Ara's arm about to move.

Akhza just nodded slowly as he stood up and started walking around Alka towards the room.

Miris.

Akhza looked around the room more like, sorry, a warehouse maybe. Older bed made of wood with a mattress. Must be very hard, not as comfortable as his mattress at home.

Rickety cabinets whose glass has been replaced using plywood. Oh, that's how hard their lives are? Inner Akhza.

And, the sweet girl who some time ago came to the hospital where she was on duty. Azla, or Asla, or Sala, or Tala? Wait, why Tala? Why does it have to be Tala in her brain?

“Newly sleeping, I was overwhelmed nenanginnya.” Azla explains her mother's condition.

“Since when?” tanya Akhza while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Oi!

That's not how he says it. What does Akhza need to teach?

Since when is your mother sick? Where has it been treated? What is the last condition according to the doctor who handles it?

Honey, just unfortunately.

Akhza is Akhza. Lucky who faced him quite understand what is being expressed by the man who owns Bangir's nose.

“Last year. Outpatient to Marzuki Mahdi.” Azla.

Akhza knitted his eyebrows. He tucked his lips in. Marzuki is in Bogor. Not far?

“We are already comfortable bring the mother to take the treatment there,” lontar Azla as if to know what is implied in Akhza's mind.

The man did not answer. Just glancing at Azla. Azla had never been stared at by someone with such a spotlight. Unfriendly, yet shady. Is this Azla? Twice they met. Akhza doesn't say much, but his silence explains a lot of meaning.

“I drove to Marzuki, I am not an expert in this field. I just drop off.” Akhza made a squealing sound on the bed that caused Alka's mother to squirm and wake up.

Azla quickly greeted her, the white-hijabed girl smiled warmly towards her mother.

“We go for a walk huh, Bu?” bring Azla.

“See big car, or snack meatballs?” persuade Azla.

“Lala follow mom. We are delivered the same, that,” pointed Azla at Akhza who was standing.

Both Akhza's lips lifted, curling a warm smile. The smile that made Alka's mother nod.

“Iya, want,” nod Alka's mother shyly.

“I wait outside,” said Akhza while saying goodbye to Azla and Alka.

“Abang wait outside also.” Alka approached her mother.

“Beautiful dress, will want to meet a good doctor,” whispered Alka while full of affection to kiss her mother's forehead.

“Doctor is handsome,” added Alka's mother and was embraced by the man.

“Prepared, Deck. Don't make Bang Za wait long!” alka's word to her sister.

“Iya, Lala understands,” sahut Azla brief.

In the living room, Aro was busy himself replying to a message with someone. He was not aware, his pregnant wife with the mood up and down was grumbling in the heart.

Chat who tried it the same? Is sampe serious?

“Where is Mas Ar?” tanya from Akhza made Ara who wanted to go after Aro, he said.

“To the outside,” replied Ara briefly with an unsightly facial water.

"Why face?" tanya Akhza pointed with the chin of Ara's pretty face.

"I'm beautiful" said Ara Ketus make Akhza laugh and assent in the heart.

Yeah, of course it's pretty. So pretty.

Alka sat down with Ara and Akhza. Simultaneously, Aro returned from outside. Just sitting next to his wife, his phone rang again.

Incoming call from Atar. Lucky Atar, if the call from the previous person was definitely Aro had to go back outside.

"What else?" aro Sent.

"Gue is the same Fadan is going to Kotu. We go back together" replied Atar across the street.

"Wassalamu'alaikum." Aro disconnects his sister's call, in other words Aro allows the two of them to Kotu.

"No thirst?" Aro realized that Ara had been quieting for too long.

"No, I'm fasting!" sahut Ara's.

Fasting? Didn't you drink strawberry juice?

Moulin, Ar. Lo's wife is angry. And, it will be even more angry after this.

"Where, Bang?" tanya Aro looked at Akhza who was playing mobile phone. Reply to someone's message.

"Gue can't check. Not my field. I'm anting to Marzuki" explained Akhza.

"Oh yeah, I pinjem elo car first. You're using a motorbike is okay, right?" pinta Akhza, hoping Aro will.

Watch out! Sampe elo nolak, I'm abisin!

"OK," Aro replied briefly but was able to publish a smile on Akhza's lips.

"Ra, you're with her mother's anther brother Alka," said Aro, making Ara shake her head.

"Corn, Bang!" take Azla who just came out of the room by walking hand in hand with Alka's mother.

The woman looked down, embarrassed. Wearing a cream-colored robe with a maroon-colored syar'i hijab. The fingers are interlocked, with the head occasionally shaking to the right and left.

Akhza moved, he looked towards Alka. "Elo coming?" ask Akhza.

"No, he has business with me" cut Aro off before Alka could answer.

"Mas, I want to be with you" whined Ara.

"Bang, take them to the car first!" aro's word to Akhza.

The man said, of course Aro had to persuade Ara who was incarnating to be spoiled and annoying.

Aro handed over his car contacts to Akhza, with eye movements he told Akhza to leave quickly.

"Related ... Lt ...!" Akhza tries to get along with Azla. Letting Azla and her mother be comfortable with her, that was her goal.

"Gue anter mom first, Ar," said Alka and immediately followed her mother to the car.

Of course Alka's attitude was only to make room for Aro and his wife.

"I don't want to go if I'm not with you, Mas" whined Ara.

"You can be a friend to his sister Alka. You don't feel sorry for her mother?"

Aro and Ara did not need to ask the pain experienced by Alka's mother. In addition to keeping Alka's feelings in check, at first glance they could deduce about the woman's illness.

"Mas usually doesn't like me for a while, brother," interrupted Ara scowling annoyedly.

"'Not both. There's Alka's sister and mother, dear," Aro persuaded.

He had to quickly make his wife leave, but of course his heart was a little unwilling to let Ara be with his brother. Of jealousy? Not like that, just be alert. Comeon! Satan never stops flirting with people.

"Where are you going?" ask Ara.

"I want to take Alka to the outlet. He wants me to give you a job. You understand? yes, my dear!" sahut Aro briefly touched his face on his wife's face.

Not long, though I want it to be long. Aro swept wet on the lips of his wife who he really still wanted, but there was something else he had to finish quickly.

Wait, maybe tonight can be.

"It's not weird, is it?" tuding Ara, her voice is hoarse.

"What's weird, huh?" Aro poked his wife's cheek.

Okay, these should be both persuaded.

Aro bent his body, bringing his face closer to Ara's distended stomach.

"Dede same Bubu same goes ... Uwak hahaha .. ok, ok. Papa went somewhere else Dede same Bubu did the mission to help grandma earlier, ok?"

"OK, dong Papa's son. Dede keepin bubu. Tickling her stomach Bubu let's smile."

Ara certainly melulum a smile, she likes it most when her husband invites their future children to talk. Always funny and there.

"No, dede wants to. His Bubunya want to lose the same dede. Shy dong."

Oh Ara, this persuades the swordsman of fire.

"Yes, I went with my brother."

Wush! Wind heaven. Aro kisses the forehead then Ara's stomach turns.

Both go outside at the same time. Ara get in the car. He sat in the front seat. Alright, this time Aro put aside his jealousy. Please, Ara is already his.

After Akhza's car left, Aro asked Alka to speak.

"Gue wants to see Apeng, or Julus. But, I want to take Wa Ansar with his grandfather Ara. They're coming here."

"Wa Ansar?" It was like remembering that name.

"Wait, Wa Ansar's a former thug?" guess Alka.

"Makeup! well-known also yes he," sloroh Aro.

"Gue believes Apeng can submit to Wa Ansar. Name Wa Ansar same ...."

"Monde Kang!" squealing Aro.

"Yes, Kang Monde's in Sukabumi is also famous. In fact, his name is a memory in my school first," said Alka fiery.

"An jay, elo emang basically already smells of rock. Hold what lo?" seloroh Aro punches Alka's shoulder.

"Rante motor, no capital beut dah hahaha." Alka laughed, there was a bit of happiness in her tone.

Sharing a story is the best medicine when feeling down.

"Logat sunda elo ilang abis Ka" commented Aro.

"Over the story, tomorrow's the story" said Alka.

The two agreed to wait for Ansar and Monde in the alley only. It took about three hours for Monde to get to the location that was in for Aro. The Ansar came first.

"Elo that son of ba ji ngan?" ansar shouted as Alka mentioned her father's name.

"The bang to!" ansar Ompat.

"Udah, Wa. We focus on Apeng as Julus once did," Lerai Aro slashed Ansar's annoyance at Alka's father.

I don't know what happened in their past.

"Ari maneh kunaon teu wangkong si Ara held captive. Siah, Monde nyahoeun, the Ara can be brought back to Cicurug!" omel Ansar (Why don't you say Ara was taken captive? You, the Monde know, Ara can be brought home to Cicurug)

Oi! i'm husband! it's good to play with my happiness assets.

They returned to the contract after Monde came. The man apparently used a motorbike to arrive at the location.

"Later I buy a car," persuaded Aro when Monde complained all his body aches for riding a motorcycle too far.

"Apeng same Julus ordinary diem at the headquarters in Jakbar. That's like PT. What is it. I don't understand" explained Alka.

"Geez, there is no penance" Ansar commented.

"Can I feel dibui sugan?" guess Monde. (Never been imprisoned?)

"We're leaving soon, I'm waiting for Omar to bring a car. We can't go on a bike." Aro had told Omar to come, about 15 minutes later the man would arrive. According to Omar. As usual, there must always be caci maki first until Aro succeeds in making Omar obey his wishes.