Rio and Ara
Episode 87's

After that incident Ara chose to go immediately to the bathroom. He turned the sink water faucet, after which he locked the bathroom door.

"Damn!" muttered.

The pale face he washed immediately with cold water. Hope this can help normalize his heart rate now.

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"Aren't you papa?!" the touch of Rio's hand on Ara's shoulder made Ara surprised.

Rio saw Ara daydreaming. That's why he asked.

Ara looked up momentarily towards Rio then shook her head. He continued his breakfast by trying to hide his face which suddenly paled when Rio was present.

This morning's incident was very difficult for Ara to forget just like that. Ara too plain perhaps. As long as he lived he had never seen anything like it. That's pretty imprinted on memory. Or maybe Ara's not used to it. The point is that Ara is difficult to behave with this kind of situation.

"Today you didn't go to college?" ask Rio.

Again, again Ara just shook her head and now without any eye contact with Rio. Rio's forehead folded in astonishment. He did not feel guilty.

Just now two mouthfuls entered Rio's mouth. Ara had already hurriedly moved away from the dining table. It looked like Ara was distracted eating her morning when Rio came.

"Where are you going?" ask Rio.

Ara's steps stopped, she was only able to close her eyes tightly and said, "Want to go up" he said and left.

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The rumors on campus quickly disappeared. Although it was actually true, but still the rumors for him in the campus environment are not Rio's home. And Ara was two days ago in her village. Mother questioned Rio, why not come along or at least drive herself back here. Ara reasoned that she was busy with her campus duties and at the same time her work. Mother must understand it.

After dinner, as usual. Things that never disappear even though Ara does not live in his house. After eating, all residents of the house will watch television, or chat to tell each about this day. Ara was enjoying the present moment that she would definitely never feel at Rio's house.

"Tea!" call Qia who is sitting on the carpet while eating a snack.

"Hem.." said Ara who only focused on watching comedy shows on national television.

"How long has Aa Rio been married?" he asked without turning his eyes to Ara who was still seriously watching by occasionally grabbing a snack held by Qia.

"I guess," Ara stared at the ceiling for a moment she recalled. "Five, or six months. What's up?"

"Emang has not yet filled?" ask again.

Hah, ngisi, that is. Ara did not understand, who had been focused on staring at the television screen. Now gazing confusedly towards Qia.

"Commission?! Meaning?!" ask Ara who really does not know the meaning of the word 'granting'.

"That's a loh," Qia practiced a half-circular motion in front of her own stomach, Ara just raised her eyebrows looking at the behavior of her sister. "Geez, that's pregnant!"

"Ohuk... uhuk..." Ara was surprised to cough due to choking on a chip that she would swallow.

Quickly Ara snatched the avocado juice that Mother made earlier. He almost spent half of it. He put it back, then rubbed his rough lips afraid that the juice he drank there left a trace. Ara cleared her throat, as if nothing had happened. Though Qia's question of success almost made it a heart spot.

Aware of all eyes looking at her, Ara laughed to shift the spotlight of their eyes when the comedy show was sketching jokes . Ara glanced back, they did not change. They were still waiting, finally making Ara bend her resigned face. He doesn't know what to give an answer.

"What the heck Qia asked like that, you are still a child, "said Ara. "maybe it has not been loved the same above" replied Ara.

"Oh. yes sorry." nodded Qia understood. And everyone nodded. Ara's answer was right at a time like this. They all went back to watching.

Ara could breathe a sigh of relief, just try to answer that directly earlier. It's straight away.

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Ara went back to the room, she was about to get ready for bed. Before going to bed, he washes his face and brushes his teeth.

"Boro-boro is pregnant, not touched yet. Let alone being touched, see the naivety thing I was even afraid." his mind by remembering the events of the day after and then which until now makes him still shudder in horror.

"Well!" shocked Ara when just out of the bathroom found the Mother who was sitting at the side of her bed.

"Mother, Ara is shocked to know!" the protest was because the Mother did not knock on her door first.

"I'm sorry, Mommy hit the door. But you are not nyaut, so Mother just enter." he said.

Ara sat in front of her dressing table, a regular ritual woman before going to bed. Mother's seat shifted to be closer to her daughter.

"What's the matter Bun?" ask Ara.

"Em, Mommy wants me time with you. We haven't talked together in a long time. Tomorrow you have come back to Jakarta again" he said with sadness because Ara tomorrow back to Jakarta.

"Mother, there's no tomorrow. Ara promised that if there was a chance, Ara would come home." Ara tried to make Mother not sad when she could not routinely visit him.

"Promise," Mother pointed her little finger at Ara.

Ara of course who saw that threw a laugh. He also gave his little finger to be linked to the little finger of the Mother "Ara promise."

"Sorry Mother yes Ra," Mother's face changed immediately to sad after saying an apology.

"Why do you apologize?" astonished Ara felt Mother did not have any problems with her.

"Mother knows how you feel as long as you are married to Rio, it must be difficult right?!" mother's statement made Ara stopped from her activities, she saw herself from the reflection of the mirror in front of her then saw the Mother downcast may feel guilty.

Ara swallowed a coarse saliva, she wanted to talk but felt stuck in the throat. He turned his body so that he could face directly with Mother. Maybe you feel guilty about this match. Perhaps, guilt had undermined his mind. Mommy looks a little skinny now. Mommy must have thought about many things, many of which were her daughters who had left because they had been married by her husband.

It made Ara feel sad. He reached his mother's fingers that began to wrinkle due to inedible age.

"Mother knows, it is not easy for you to fall in love with each other. Mother knows, you are very tormented by that. Forgive Mommy, Mommy can't do much" she said slightly in a raucous voice from crying.

Unaware of the clear water that Ara held back from earlier finally fell as well. He looked up, staring at the ceiling of his room with a shaken feeling. How could Mommy know very well what Ara had been feeling all along?

Is this the bond of a strong child and mother?

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