Will Never Let You Go
Keyla House

With a plastic bag containing fruits, a box of brownies, and 2 cups of boba, this afternoon Ara went to Keyla's house to visit the mother of her best friend. After parking her motorbike, the girl immediately knocked on the door and said her regards.

Keyla who knew Ara was coming hastily opened the door. Her still wet hair let everyone know if the girl had just finished taking a shower. "Come in, Ra," he said, opening the door wide.

Ara chuckled at Keyla's behavior treating her as if she was a great guest who came carrying a wad of money and a lump of diamonds. "Where's your mom, Key?"

"In the kitchen, I ate. Yuk, come with me."

Ara nodded, then followed behind Keyla to meet Bu Yuli.

"Sore, Mum." Ara cheered and kissed Bu Yuli's hand.

"Eh, Ara, really play here. Is there a need for Keyla?"

"Keyla says Mom's clasping the bike. So, Ara come here, deh. Oh, yes, it's for me." Ara put fruit and brownies on Keyla's dining table.

"Oh, I'm not papa, really. Sorry, yeah, even ngerepotin gini." Ms. Yuli felt bad. "Then what will Ara drink? Let me make it."

"Oh, don't bother, ma'am. Well, I deliberately bought boba for Keyla who has already taken care of Mom, as well as I have no need."

Yes, in addition to visiting Bu Yuli, Ara also intends to take her wallet which is still in Keyla.

"You're a really good boy, Ra. Lucky Keyla has your kayak," said Bu Yuli.

Keyla did not accept. "Ara's lucky too, Mom, to have a friend like me."

"Masa, anyway? I never said, no." Ara's frown teased Keyla who was now getting more and more manyuning. He and Ms. Yuli laughed.

"Ra! Don't rest, deh!"

Ara just put on an indifferent shoulder.

While Bu Yuli was now standing up, and said, "Yes, already. You two talk first, yeah, I'd like to take a medicine and take a little break."

"Yes, Mom."

Putting her body in the living room chair of the house, now Ara is waiting for Keyla to take her purse while watching a television show that she thinks is not at all funny, but is not at all funny, but strangely the audience in the studio laughed out loud.

"Now, your wallet." Keyla who appears from the inside puts Ara's wallet in the lap of her best friend.

"I'm not checking, nih," said Ara with a suspicious face made up.

Ara snorted in annoyance, then stuffed her wallet into the bag without checking it. He believes Keyla will not do anything strange considering this is not the first time.

After that the situation became quiet because the two girls were now engrossed in drinking boba while watching a cartoon duo plontos from neighboring countries.

"But, Ra, how did you get home yesterday?" Keyla finally voiced out of curiosity.

Hearing that, Ara immediately remembered the male figure that made her die a flea. The man he almost used, but instead became a helper in the midst of his embarrassment in front of many people.

Putting her bobbin cup on the table, Ara was currently sitting cross-legged while hugging one of the pillows that was not far from her. "You don't, anyway, Key. You ask me if I want to know who knows?"

"Who?" Keyla was curious.

"Take a guess." Ara smiled obliquely. Keyla had already bent her face.

"Males, ah, if you're told to guess. Cape."

"I met Darma."

"Darma? Darma who? Angling Darma?" Keyla mentions one of the characters in the colossal drama series that boomed in his day.

Ara patted her jidat. Keyla guessed Angling Darma. But, yes, that's how the child is if there is more school time in the cafeteria than in class. "Darma asked me at the time to anterin it, you know, the director."

"WHAT?!" Keyla's eyeballs are perfectly rounded. "Could you, anyway? Keep you guys in touch and have a chat?" he forgot to ask the cause of Ara's depression on Sunday morning.

Sucking the bobbin back, Ara then looking for a comfortable position before then telling about the incident yesterday afternoon. Starting from him who did not find his wallet until finally delivered home by Darma. He told me everything without anyone missing.

Keyla was unable to hold back her laughter as Darma reminded her of her debt to Ara. The girl's stomach until it was made to cramp hearing it. However, it cannot be hidden also disappointment because it has missed the opportunity to meet "sultan".

When the clock pointed to the number eight, Ara also said goodbye to Keyla and her mother after being invited to dinner together. "Thank you, yeah, Mom, dinner. May you recover soon" he said, kissing the middle-aged woman's back hand.

"Yes, thank you for coming to visit. Careful home, yeah, Ra."

Ara nodded. "Reverse, yes, Key." He waved to his best friend.

"Yes, be careful." Keyla then drove Ara to the yard of his house.

Without wearing his helmet and jacket, Ara also drove his motorcycle. Within minutes, he arrived home. The smile on Ara's face slowly faded as she got off the bike and saw the man she didn't want to meet talking to her father.