Will Never Let You Go
Terrified

The bright red lips revealed a smile. Unasked, Ajeng sat his body in the chair next to Ashila. Which makes the little girl flanked by two adult women.

"Ajeng, what a coincidence we met here." Ara says as quietly as possible. Nevertheless, his heart was pounding incoherently. His hands were also cold sweaty.

"It's no coincidence."

Ara Kontan put on a serious face. What does this woman next to him mean? His premonition said that it was Ajeng who had been secretly following him.

"You're bener. I am the one who often follow you," said Ajeng as if answering the question implied in Ara's eyes.

"W-why?"

Ara's nervous tone was responded to by the naughtiness of Ajeng. "Liet down. I found you out because I wanted to apologize" he said. Scars of sadness were instantly painted on her beautiful face. "I'm sorry for my outrageous attitude back then."

"I'm sorry. Anyway, I was wrong too. And if it's in your position, maybe I'll do the same." Ara forced a line of smiles. He who had just been able to breathe a sigh of relief again put on a standby face tatkla Ajeng holding Ashila's cheek. Honestly, Ara doesn't like anyone touching her child without her permission.

Ajeng's hand, which now gently stroked his son's cheeks plus the woman's face that was difficult to read again, made Ara's heart beat erratically. Ara clasped Ashila's hand and along with that Ajeng also did the same.

"You're so pretty, honey. What's your name?" tanya Ajeng slightly bent down to be able to see Ashila more clearly.

"Ashila, Auntie."

"Auntie has a daughter too. How old are you?"

For God's sake, Ara's hand was already clenched and trembling. Fearful. He was very afraid especially Ajeng suddenly grabbed the fork that Ashila had been wearing. He wanted to leave right now, but to just call the servant his mouth was not able.

"Bental again four, Aunt." Ashila pointed her four fingers.

"If Aunt's son is still around, he should be two years old." Ajeng's gaze turned on Ara. "You're so lucky, Ra. You have a happy family. I see you're also coming home from vacation."

"Yeah. You see in my socmed?"

"I've seen it many times."

Ara just nodded slowly.

"Oh, yes, actually .. I had another intention of meeting you."

The wry smile. There was shame in his heart, but for the sake of his family, he threw away those feelings. "From the beginning, I did not have self-esteem," Ajeng threw his face, "i who begs love to Mas Eagle until it could be his wife. And now ... in front of you. After what I did, I want to ask you to help me. Please, give me a loan."

Mata Ara bought a little. He didn't hear wrong, did he? Why are Ajeng and Eagle so compact? In fact, in the matter of borrowing money.

"I'm sorry, I can't" Ara refused quickly, without asking how much the nominal was. It was enough yesterday that his household was in a mess. And now, he didn't want to repeat it. Ara pity to see the face of Ajeng who is increasingly cloudy, but he does not want to sacrifice the harmony of his family to help others. Sometimes selfishness and stupidity are necessary.

"By!" lirih Ajeng was full of emphasis. His eyes turned red and his gaze sharpened. "Yesterday Mas Eagle was beaten by people because they could not pay debts. I'm ruined, Ra. I was devastated to see him like that twice. He also refused to be taken to the hospital. You don't know! You don't know what it's like to see someone you love bleeding, do you? Sakit!" Ajeng's grip on Ashila's arm strengthened. Similarly, with his grip on the fork that is now facing up and as if ready to stab whatever he wants.

"Tante, why hold Shila's hand so fast? Sick, Auntie," Ashila said uncomfortably.

"Ajeng, loose!" ara said more towards commanding.

Ajeng paid no attention at all. His eyes looked at Ashila with a pitiful and frightening look. "I also lost my daughter and it made me feel like I was going to die. Ye know? I've sold all my jewelry, including my wedding ring, but it's not enough. And you still don't want to help me. You're evil, Ra!"

"What's? What do you want? I love everyone, but let my son go!" Ara could no longer think of seeing the fork held by Ajeng raised quite high. Ashila's safety is paramount. About what happened today, he would tell everything to Darma when he met later.

"I want to borrow money. That was it!"

"What-how?"

"Ten million." Ajeng took off Ashila's hand and the fork he was holding, then took out his phone which was in the bag. In the flaming position, he handed the flat object over to Ara.

"On behalf of the Eagle?" Ara read the name of the account owner who wants to send money.

"My agency is dead. You don't have to worry because that account I'm holding."

Ara understands. He then carried out transactions in accordance with the nominal mentioned Ajeng. In just one click, now a certain amount of money has changed accounts. Ajeng immediately grabbed his bag and left as soon as everything was done. Ara stared in disbelief at the behavior of the woman who had just walked out of the restaurant. His sight then fell towards his daughter. "Ashila's okay, honey?" tanyanya. So anxious, Ara did not ask when Ajeng would return the money. Ah, I feel like even if the money doesn't come back, Ara doesn't matter. The important thing is that his family can live quietly.

"It's okay. Who is it, Mami? Shila's scared." The boy tucked his body to the mother.

"Friends Mami first. Don't be afraid, there will be a mother. We're going home now, okay?"

Ashila. Ara called the waiter to pay the bill and then went straight home. He even refused on the way home when his daughter wanted an ice cream. It is undeniable, although Ajeng is no longer there, but the feeling of fear continues to wrestle Ara's mind. What if the woman came to him again?