Biological Brother Love Story
A Letter to Ara

Ara has already managed to shut down her AC. The temperature in this room, slowly began to turn warmer.

“Nah ... is warm. Why can I forget how to turn AC?” his grunt shimmered, he put the AC remote back in its original place.

Afterwards, Ara stepped towards her wardrobe. His hand opened the closet door.

The door opened. He looked at the closet, in which there were a lot of good clothes.

Confusion hit, Ara did not know clothes as good as this belongs to whom.

‘As many and as good as this, is this for me too?’ inner Ara wondered.

Accidentally, Ara saw a small paper stuck on the inside of the closet. Out of curiosity, Ara picked it up and read it.

“For Arasha.” Fill out that paper.

Ara smiled knotfully, then put the paper in its original place.

Because he already knew, if these clothes were for him, he also took one of the clothes hanging neatly in front of him. He matched up with his body, as he bended in front of the mirror.

How surprised Ara, because it turns out this dress is in accordance with her body size. Ara was smiling looking at her face in front of the mirror.

His memories re-emerged, he was always reminded of the things that happened to him first.

“If you used to, mom couldn't buy me clothes. I just sewed some clothes from a used convection cloth near the house. But, mom's stitches are really good! It does not appear that his clothes are from scrap materials,” Ooze Ara with a knotty smile.

Feeling too cold, he immediately put on the shirt with pleasure.

He watched carefully, it turns out this shirt fits perfectly with his body. The blue color is good, the more it makes Ara like it with these clothes.

‘Blue is my favorite, her inner’, while still looking at herself in front of the mirror.

Ara was very worried about her face, which might affect the quality of the dress she was wearing. He felt very insecure, because his face seemed less supportive to wear expensive clothes and branded like this.

“I can really use stuff like this? My face looks bad,” murmured, while touching some side of his face.

However, he hurriedly stopped his bad thoughts about her.

“Ah, not bad-bad very kok my face,” lirih Ara, who tried to give encouragement to herself.

Ara smiled, starting to enjoy these clothes that felt very comfortable. He turned his body to the left and to the right. The folds under the dress make Ara comfortable once playing it.

After playing with the dress she was wearing, Ara threw herself on her bed that was very soft.

At this time Ara's hair is still very wet, making almost all parts of the bed exposed to splashes of water from his head. Hurriedly he got up and looked for a tool to dry his hair, as they explained.

His views circulate to all sides of this room room, “Where ya?” still looking for that thing.

“Ah .. here it is.” Ara picked it up, then pointed it towards her still very limp hair.

Ara was confused, she had already pointed the tool at her hair, but there was absolutely no hot air coming out of the tool. He felt something strange, sometimes he looked at the tool.

“Lho .. why doesn't this sound anyway?” muttered Ara who was confused because this tool did not work properly.

Ara kept watching the tool. He looked, and thought back about the funny thing that made him laugh.

“It turns out, I haven't plugged the cable into the outlet!” he was still laughing, still with a crisp laugh.

Immediately, Ara connected the device to a nearby power source.

Ara plugged in the cable, but it still couldn't work. He was still thinking with his insight that was still too narrow.

“It's broken times huh?” he muttered confusedly, while still looking around the tool. It shook slowly, but the device still did not want to light up.

“Ah .. but it was fitting same sister, it works!” Ara brushed off her estimate of this thing.

Just now he saw this tool works, when they gave a little direction using the tools here. However, as soon as this tool becomes damaged, making Ara become confused because of it.

“There should be pressed no yes?” muttering, Ara looked back around this tool.

Look small button with writing on off. Ara pressed him without hesitation, so that the tool lit up instantly, and made him shocked.

Surprised, Ara almost dropped the device. He laughed a little at it.

“It turns out like this,” muttered Ara, who then immediately started using it in her hair.

It was hot when the device was over his head. He felt something so comfortable, like all the burdens of his mind being lost instantly, as he felt the warm sensation of this device.

Ara let out a long sigh, “Then, mom must have pulled my hair I used satay fan. No fan. What else is this tool,” he said in a plain tone.

Ara became a little laugh, as she recalled all the things she did with her mother first. All the events in the past, he will always remember until anytime.

There is no future if there is no past.

Thank you, the past.

Ara had already completed all her activities. Now, he lay back on his bed that was very comfortable and soft.

While staring at the ceiling of his room, he remembered one thing. The letter given by Mang Ujang, which he said from his master.

Ara reached into her bag, then she opened it and read the letter.

“Hai. How are you, Miss? I Bramantyo. You could say I am your biological father. Your mother conceived you while she was working at one of the nightlife venues. I, who was frustrated at the time, chose to rent PSK at the bar. That's where I met your mother. We spent a whole night together. A fantasy I cannot forget. I know, you can't accept all this. But this is the real truth. When my legal wife was young pregnant, I did something stupid. I play love with another woman, who is none other than your mother. After that I abandoned your mother, after I found out that she was two. I am an irresponsible man. When I heard him sick, my heart hurt. My financial condition was not stable at that time because of a slump in income. But I promise you, I will fulfill your rights and my obligations as the one who started all this.