Will Never Let You Go
A jerk?

"Babe, would you like to eat some more rice breakfast?"

It was still morning, Ara still closed her eyes. The alarm that was installed did not even sound, but Darma had already offered him breakfast. "You, but later."

Afterwards, Ara put away Darma's hand and turned her back to the man.

"I'm looking now, huh? Fear ran out. You want to come?"

Ara shook her head.

"But I want you to come." Darma closed her body. He put his hands back together, and kissed his wife's face.

"Surge! I'm tired!"

"Follow the semalem?" tanya Darma did not give up because he had received the rejection of his wife.

Scratching her head with a frown, Ara was forced to open her eyes. Darma is indeed champion one disturbing people sleep. "Yes, Iah! Put on another question. I'll cape to keep Mom in the hospital."

"Yeah, it'll be just a minute. I'm slow too, you said sick."

"Yes, I'm sick."

Darma's face turned worried. Her hand caressed Ara's pretty face with a feeling of guilt. "That's painful? Usually that too?"

"Not really, anyway. Usually it hurts too."

Darma massaged his temple which was momentarily dizzy. Guilt instantly enveloped the heart. "I was playing rough, huh?"

"If it's not rude, it's not you!" ara answered a little too hard for her husband to feel more sinful. In her heart she was okay, delicious. It's a fucking wife.

"I'll be melanin again later, but if it's slow, tuh—" Not finished Darma said, the cry of his daughter from outside the room cut it.

"Mamiiiiiiiii ...."

Ara pulled out the blanket. Grabbing a hair tie in the nightstand, he then opened the door to the room. Ashila who was in the sling of Mbak Sus with tears became the first sight that Ara saw.

"Mommy, there's monstel."

A faint sigh rang out, Ashila must be a nightmare. Ara took over her daughter and took her to bed while Sus Ma'am told her to prepare her uniform and all the twists.

Ara stared cynically at her husband aka the perpetrator who made her child's sleep disturbed. Yesterday afternoon, Darma did offer to take Ashila in a moment of confusion because there was no one to take care of her mother. And once home, his son told me if invited to watch a good film that now actually makes Ashila's beautiful eyes swollen.

"Watch, look, that's really, really," said Ara ketus.

"That's true, too. That's a cartoon, you know, Babe." Darma frowned, not liking to blame.

"But you can choose a funny cartoon. Ashila, tuh, his girly likes."

"Later to be so mushy he watched like it continued. I also plan to get Shila to Tae Kwon Do's class."

"I don't agree!" firmly Ara. He immediately hugged Ashila as if there was a monster who wanted to prey on his son.

"Why?" Darma raised his shoulders. Not understanding his wife's mind.

"Shila can teach anything, but it must be on her will. If that's what you want, I don't agree!" Again Ara asserted. The woman then asked Ashila to get out of bed. "Mami helped Shila get ready for school, yes," she added without caring about her husband.

The only princess according to his hand was held.

"I also want to be helped. Ra! Ra!" darma is completely ignored. It's like a child picking up.

With the ogah-ogahan the man went to the bathroom. Set the water temperature, take clothes, ties, and shoes with his own hands.

Half an hour later, the little family was ready. Darma is going to the office and Ara is going to take Ashila to school.

"Mom's home today?" ask Darma.

"Yes, after the morning visit of the doctor seems to have been obtained. Going there, but Shila has dance practice after school." Ara's face is a little cloudy considering her father will take care of everything alone because Gusti also has to work.

"I have an important meeting. What about lunch later? Keep your mother's Tengokin at home?"

Ara nodded happily. The pseudo pleasure because once Ashila came home from school and he and his son were sitting sweetly in an Italian restaurant, Darma informed him that the man could not come because he had to visit a factory outside the city.

The state of the restaurant was no longer as crowded as Ara came when the woman finished her meal. Maybe because the lunch hour had passed since fifteen minutes ago and such circumstances also made a bad feeling again and again ambushed Ara after being in the hospital he also felt the same thing.

Ara looked in all directions with a worried look as Ashila finished the meal. The sound of high heels from behind that slowly approached made Ara swallow. Because, from the reflection of the glass wall, he through the tail of his eyes can see if there is a woman walking towards him. Quickly Ara turned her head back and simultaneously a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Ajengs?"