Reaching Sky
Aslan

That night the atmosphere of the capital felt cold compared to the usual nights, but the Sky chose to remain still standing with both hands resting on the iron balcony of his room, the balcony of his room, staring at the streets that look crowded with passing vehicles, even with his mind that breezed somewhere.

His meeting with Cantika, then saw Cantika's attitude which now makes the feeling of the sky raging incoherently.

The sky sighed softly, rewinded his body to then lean against the wall of his room, looking down at both ends of his legs that began to feel numb due to the night atmosphere that was getting cold.

Somehow the shadow of Cantika's cheerful smile used to now fill his head.

Again the sky sighed, rubbing the rough face with both hands, then glanced at the wrist clock that showed at nine o'clock at night.

Rushing he entered his room, picking up something that had always been his best friend all along, a phone that was fairly new because he bought it six months ago.

Quite hesitant when his hand moves on one of the menus of social media applications, because some years he is no longer using it.

However, driven by his great curiosity, finally Skypun went on to open the application, typing the name of someone there in the search field, after logging in first.

Smiling when he found the account of someone he was looking for, and for a few minutes he seemed hypnotized, and did not feel bored when looking at one of the photos of the owner of the account.

"Emily Cantika Putri." she muttered softly, with a sudden feeling of rage.

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As planned, this morning Cantika came directly to the location of ArsenioCafe which is located next to the building where her first sister studied first.

The workers there, seem deft with a foreman who is quite firmly directing them.

The building that was rebuilt from scratch has now started to stand forty-five percent in just one week.

Very short, right?

How not, because Ando the father deployed a number of workers more than usual, and he did it of course because he wanted if the building was completed soon, he said, so that his daughter no longer feels alone and locked up in the house make friends with loneliness.

"How long does it take until the cafe is finished?" said Cantika ventured to ask Aslan who is the young foreman of the Cafe construction project.

"Maybe about two weeks, yes more or less so non." replied Aslan as if.

"Call Cantika bang, do not use frills non everything." lamented, with a tone of dislike when Aslan called him non.

Aslan who was originally focused on looking ahead, now turned to Cantika who looked hot, seen from her hands that moved several times fanning her white face reddened, and sweat that began to pour on her forehead.

"Can't be non, later the effect I'm not polite."

"CK, what a formal brother! I'm not your boss, I don't like to be called non anyway." Cantika replied with slightly pursed lips, making Aslan silently pout a smile.

"Keep I should call what?"

"Just imagine, enough!"

Aslan nodded, "Good non_ uh Cantika."

"That's right."

Back Aslan gave a smile, then invited Cantika to wait in the tent alone, because the sun was rising with the scorching heat penetrating the skin.

"Drink Tika first." Aslan took out a bottle of mineral water that was provided in the tent, just in case the workers were short of water at any time.

"Thank you bang."

"Together."

"Where are you going?" he asked when he saw Aslan about to get up from the same wooden chair he was currently sitting on.

"You continue to check ahead."

"Keep me how?!" Cantika pointed to himself.

"Euhmz, Tika just rest here."

"But there are many things I want to ask you brother, this is about the construction of this cafe bang."

Aslan nodded hesitantly, then sat down next to Cantika.

The two began to dissolve in chatter about the semi-finished building.

"Oh yeah bang, what age are you?"

"You know."

"Yes, I don't want to tell you that's okay either."

"Twenty-eight." replied Aslan, who suddenly made Cantika scream in shock.

"Serious brother,?"

"It certainly looks like a joking person." There was a small twitch coming out of his mouth.

"Seriously, I think a brother the same age bang Twins know, uh it turns out even the same age bang El ya."

"Who?"

"My brother."

"What age is her sister?"

"Bang Satria bang Satya twenty-five, if bang El yes twenty-eight."

Aslan chuckled involuntarily, "did I look that young?"

Cantika nodded in response.

"What time?"

Cantika was silent looking at the face of Aslan who was quite handsome compared to most foremen in general, if in look at the level of his good looks not much different from the Sky, if in view, it's just that Aslan has a slightly dark skin because his job is outside the room.

Suddenly he was a little misbehaved, when he imagined the person sitting in front of him was his Sky.

This six-year-old man tried desperately to forget, even though he was unable to.

"You could have, oh, by the way, this is Tuesday, you skipped school?" aslan asked with squeaking eyes, making Cantika look at him pensively.

"Abang ngeledek yes, I have graduated college, already a graduate, no longer a school boy as you think."

Now replace Aslan who was wide-eyed, with a face of disbelief.

"You_"

"Yes, you can't tell the difference between a schoolgirl and a grown woman."

Aslan shook his head, with blinked eyes, scrutinizing Cantika's face and appearance that did not look like a typical adult girl at all.

The petite body, chubby face, long black hair with slightly wavy ends make it look like Barbie, cute and adorable.

"Why?!"

"If I say I don't believe how?"

"Yes has to."

"Slan, the coopound's up!" shouted one of the workers in the stirring section.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sorry Tika, it looks like I have to get back to work."

"Well, I'm going home soon too."

With a bad feeling, Aslan rushed back to the field, while Cantika ordered a taxi online to pick him up there.

Not immediately home, he stopped by Satya and Stela's house to meet their little daughter, Nafisa until noon arrived.

And after that he stopped by the cottage satay which became his subscription with the brother of them small.

However, his feet had not yet reached the terrace of the cottage, a pair of eyes belonging to someone who repeatedly wanted to avoid, was staring at him with an indecipherable gaze.

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