Will Never Let You Go
Bickering

Ara waited anxiously in the living room of her house. How not? It's almost eight o'clock in the evening, but Darma hasn't shown any sign of coming home yet. Dozens of messages and calls have also been made. However, all is nil. Darma is lost in the earth.

Amidst the woman's unrest, Ashila came over with reddened eyes, a sign of already drowsy. "Mommy, so Oma's legion isn't it?"

"Shila's sleepy, huh?"

The boy nodded, then yawned.

Ara seemed to think for a moment. Rather than waiting for Darma to come home at what time, it seemed better if he put his daughter to sleep. "Yes, already. We're bobo, yuk. Shila want to drink some milk?"

"Bapy? Shila wants to make milk with Papi." Ashila who seemed to miss the father revealed it with a simple request.

"The fire is busy. Tomorrow, yes, if it's finished Shila can ask for anything with Papi. Okay?" Ara held out her thumb.

"okay." Ashila then grabbed the hand of the outstretched mother to hold her.

Ara's mind could not calm down from starting to make milk until Ashila finally fell asleep after she sang whatever song her son asked. Ara's soft kiss spread on her daughter's forehead before returning to her room.

There was a hunch of disappointment as to why Darma would not give it up if the candle light dinner was void. Ara grabbed a box decorated with pink ribbons with a sad look. "Where are you going, Mum?"

Ara tried to contact her husband back. The man's phone is still active, but not lifted. Again and again the question of why was it sparked in his heart. Ara exhaled slowly, then went to clean the make up and changed clothes. He intended to go to sleep and hoped that when he opened his eyes tomorrow morning, Darma was already next to him. However, once again he had to swallow the disappointment pill when the side of the bed next to him was still in a neat state.

Want Ara to contact her in-laws, asking if Darma was staying there. But, if the man does not exist, it makes the household look not okay. Ara did not want people to sniff anything about her problem, without exception.

The knock on the bedroom door resuscitated Ara from the daydream. He moved with his head a little dizzy. Ah, he also felt like he was in the hospital when he visited his mother. Maybe this is the early symptoms of pregnancy that he is experiencing now. Ara so stroked her stomach that was still flat. Until now no one knows that she is pregnant because Ara wants Darma to be the first to know.

"Maye ...."

The call made Ara immediately step in to open the door. Ashila was standing in front of the room rubbing her eyes.

"Which fire?" ask the little girl.

"The fire hasn't come home yet" replied Ara soberly.

"Why not? Where's papi, anyway? Why is Papi busy? Why would Papi lie to Shila?" Ashila's lips pursed accompanied by sobs that began to be obvious.

Ara who could not bear to kneel so that his face was parallel to his daughter's face. "The fire has business. How about we swing at the park complex?"

"But, Shila wants Papi. Mamiii ... Shila wants to be with Papi. Call Papi." The boy's cry became.

Ara really had to rack her brain. Ashila who has grown older began to be difficult to divert his attention even with the things that the child likes so with a sense of uncertainty, Ara also called Darma.

Her husband's mobile number could not be reached this morning. Ara's mind was getting run over while Ashila also started to fuss. Ara wanted to vent her anger, but at the same time she couldn't do it considering it wasn't good to know Ashila.

"Number is not active. Just play a swing, yes, son," said Ara. He smiled brightly as Ashila nodded her head.

Sunlight felt stinging the jellyfish when the mother and child arrived in the park. However, it did not dampen the spirit of Ashila who did not know how many times glided in the prosotan. Accompanied by Bi Marni who was told to come because every weekend Mbak Sus holiday, Ara mijit her temple several times.

"Non Ara's dizzy?"

"Slightly, Bi. It's okay, it's nothing."

Bi Marni just nodded. Without asking any questions, the fertile woman knew that her employer was not calm. However, it was not his realm to interfere. Although he has long served the Darma family, but he knows the limits.

"Mommy, thirsty," said Ashila approaching her mother who had been sitting under a catapult tree.

Bi Marni swiftly opened a small bag containing supplies for Ashila. He handed me a bottle after opening the lid.

"Ashila, go home, yuk! Mom's tired!" said Ara slightly attracted Bi Marni's attention.

"No want! Shila wants to play until Papi gets home. If you don't go home, Shila's here running away."

"No way!" the boy said stupor.

Ara melengos. Fortunately, the overly sensitive Bi Marni took turns to seduce. The old woman said she would buy him a very nice cake if she went to the market tomorrow. Ashila who was curious how the taste and appearance of the green cake was approved the invitation to go home.

After returning home from the park, Ara spent time at home while accompanying her son to play while studying. Of course he did everything with mixed feelings because until this moment Darma had no news.

"Mommy, which Shila pastel?" ashila asked when she could not find the dye used in her school bag.

"Shila where did you put it yesterday?"

"Don't know!"

"Shila try to find. Mami auxiliary." Ara stood up with an overwhelming sense of laziness. In the midst of his busy search for pastels, there was a roar of cars stopping in front of the house. Ara reasoned to her son about to take a drink to check whether what came true Darma or not.

And precise! That was Darma, her husband. But, wait .. The look on the man's face was very unfriendly as soon as he entered the house. Darma did not even turn to Ara for the slightest bit.

"Bi, please help Shila in the study room," Ara's message to Bi Marni who happened to be in the kitchen, then followed her husband who first climbed the stairs.

"Good, Non."

The emotions that had been held back since yesterday seemed to explode when Ara entered the room and saw Darma stuff some clothes into the suitcase. "Mas, where are you going?"

Darma is still indifferent. He was busy thinking about what things to take away.

"Mas, where are you going!" Ara's tone had gone up. "MAS!"

After closing the suitcase, Darma finally turned his head. "I want to go."

"Where?" Ara's patience was really tested right now.

"Yovan's bachelorette party," he replied as he passed.

Ara followed her husband with boiling blood. "Until carrying all the bags?"

Darma's back doesn't rub him. The man's gaze was fixed on the stairs he was descending. And without Ara knowing, her free hand was already firmly clenched.

"Mas! What's the matter, anyway?" ara firmly when Darma almost reached the main door of their house. "I've been waiting all night. You have no news at all and now you go home with your face like it keeps going again? Are you angry with me? Da? I should have been mad at you, Mom. ME!"

Darma twisted his body one hundred and eighty degrees. A slanted smile was imprinted on his thin lips. "Oh, huh? You're kind of mad at me how do I know that my wife transfers money to her ex-boyfriend? TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

Ara blinked her eyes. Surprised to hear Darma's voice filling the entire room. "Mas, beat me up first. This is what I want to tell you, too."

"Bullsh!t!" darma Sentak. His eyes are not liking. "Still like you the same he to be defended transferin money? Can't you see he's hard? Still hoping for her? If so, what do you do, Ra? Why did you apologize while crying in front of me at that time?"

"Mas, you misunderstood. I was scared at the time too."

Darma tried not to hear it. He continued his steps even faster.

"MAS! YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND ME FIRST!" ara shouted in frustration at seeing Darma stuffing the suitcase into the car.

"Why should? Cheaters will forever be cheaters!"

The deg!

Ara's tongue suddenly shriveled. His feet that were about to catch up and prevent Darma from leaving automatically came to a halt. She saw her husband's car slowly moving away along with her tears flowing.

"You're gonna mess up because you don't want to beat me up, Mom."