Will Never Let You Go
Advice

"Mas, no! Move there!" Ara kicked, nudged, did everything to keep her husband away from her. It was enough all day that he was in his room. Now it's time to breathe the air outside.

"It's three o'clock. Just one more time!" No kapok, Darma again approached.

"No! Three times already. People eat three meals a day is enough." This time Ara did not "mortify" Darma, but relented so that she would get out of bed.

"So this food is really good. So, let's go again. So, yes, Ra," Darma followed Ara who was looking for where her phone was, "if you want a boy she said make it must be even can not be odd."

"Even odd times car plate!" Ara stared at her husband's cynic.

Darma. The man gave up marked by him picking up his shorts. While the upper body is left naked just like that.

"Where is my phone, anyway?" Ara's face scowled in annoyance.

"Haha hi hitu," answered Darma busy chewing the sus cake that morning before noon he hauled from the kitchen.

Not only cakes, the man also brought breakfast, fruit, potato chips, mineral water, UHT milk owned by his son, and Ara's favorite fried bakmie ordered through an online application. A lot of time efficiency.

"Where is that? Nothing, really!" Ara added grumbling. "Mas! Help find, dong! Shila Nyariin' fear."

"Yes, yes." After finishing the strawberry-flavored medium-sized UHT milk, Darma got up from his seat. As he remembered he put his wife's phone on the floor by the side of the bed, it should have been there.

Darma scratched his head while grimacing when he did not find an object with an apple logo bitten by his wife. "No one, dad? Did I kick it when I got you?" He they replayed one of his love scenes a few hours ago while chuckling.

For her sanity, Ara turned her face away. "Then try to look under it" he said before putting a grain of green wine in his mouth.

"Ready, Her Majesty the Queen."

Ara almost choked to hear it. The position of Darma who was bending over and directing his cellphone flashlight under the bed made the woman kick the husband's buttocks.

Dugh!

"Adaww! It hurts!" Darma tilted his head, looking at his wife with pursed lips.

"Aren't you?" ask Ara indifferently. The kick is not much. So, her husband must have been just pretending.

The man exhaled a long breath. Rise to his feet, Darma handed the phone in his right hand to the owner.

Quickly Ara turned on the phone that had been accidentally turned off Darma and immediately saw the notification. "No, right! Mama same Silvia video call many times. I v-call back, deh," he said showing a history of missed video calls stamped on the screen.

However, the call has not been connected yet, Darma immediately turned it off. Ara glared, while the perpetrator let out a rough breath.

"Are you sure you want a video call while showing off some body-bodies kissmark?"

Ara looked at her body that was only wrapped in a tanktop. There are many red marks on the shoulders as well as the chest and possibly in other places that he has not seen. "Massn ...." His face was instantly nelangsa.

"Yes, Honey?" Darma lightly replied while smiling without any burden.

A soft snort sounded. Ara throws her phone into the bed, then walks into the bathroom. "I want to take a shower and get ready to pick up Shila. If you want to take a bath in the next room, if you don't want to, yes, already. Hye!"

No need to explain, not what kind of thoughts were triggered in the head of her mother-in-law knowing she and her husband were in the room all day? What is clear, at this time what Ara must prepare is mentally if it will be frowned upon.

Arriving at Mama Selly's house, there was Silvia who was standing at the door. It looks like the woman just drove someone to see that there was a car passing by Darma's car at the gate.

"Radhit?" guess Darma so set foot on the porch of the house.

His sister nodded, then went ahead and shouted, "Maaaaa ... His new bride has arrived!"

That's right Ara's guess. The woman glanced at her husband who was just raising his shoulders indifferently.

Selly came from the middle room with a sumringah face. "Shila is eating pizza again" she said before Ara asked.

"Pizza crack, anyway?" darma doesn't like it.

"Who told me the phone wasn't picked up." Silvia sneered. "So Shila wanted to cry, you know, because it was not answered. Fortunately Radhit dateng kept me taking a walk, deh. Than I anterin go home later even you potatoes. Mending bought pizza, right?" without a shadow of aling-aling.

Don't ask how Ara's face is now. It's red like a tomato lined up neatly in the supermarket. While Darma actually raised a probing gaze.

"That's a great printer he answered. I'm like an experience person."

Silvia. "Mas Darma why would you look at me like that? Gini-gini I'm still on the straight path, yeah!"

"Don't dare macem-macem before marriage. Just be careful when it happens." The possessive nature of a brother arises from Darma.

"Yes, yeah. By the way, why is Mas Darma the same Ma'am Ara not honeymoon anymore, anyway? Next week is a long weekend. Can, tuh," Silvia advised before saying goodbye to the room to change clothes.

Darma turned to his wife. "The idea could be too. Want to, Babe? To Bali?"

"Eh?" Ara looked confused. That quickly her husband decided.

"Yes, Ra. I rarely get a vacation. New looks are better too, right? Usually the aura is different." Selly smiled seductively.

Ara eyes are widened.

And before a word came out of her daughter-in-law's mouth, Selly again said, "You know how a child hides his problems, a mother knows. The difference is, if the child is an adult let alone a family, not always adoptive parents talk."

Ara was puffed out when her mother-in-law touched her shoulder.

"Differences of opinion are common. Mama also often fought with Papa, but everything returned to the heart. Remember that you love each other. It's not easy for you to be together until now there's Shila in your midst."

Thin smiles were engraved on the lips of the two different women of that generation.

"Yes, thank you, Ma."

Hearing footsteps approaching, they turned to the door. Ashila appeared with the mouth of a cane of sauce.

"Mamiiiiiii ...."