Will Never Let You Go
Differ

"Let me just." Darma takes over the drinking bottle in his wife's hand and puts it in the bag.

After three days of treatment, Ara was finally allowed to go home while Darma was able to go home from yesterday. Only, the man who a few days ago ordered an additional bed so that he could one room with his wife chose to stay.

During that time, Darma faithfully served and accompanied Ara. Because, perhaps only then could he repay his wife's immeasurable kindness. Yes, when her parents came, Ara did not offend Darma at all who did not come home that night and was drunk.

As if without burden, Ara actually lied to her own parents if Darma was in an accident on the way home because she constantly called him because of bleeding.

"CRAZY!" batin Darma screamed when he heard his wife's explanation. Truly, he was the least fortunate man to have ignored the woman God had sent for him.

"Mas!"

The touch on his arm made Darma return from his daydream.

"You why? Your head's dizzy?" ask Ara.

"No. I'm not okay. Don't worry, yeah," said Darma. Both corners of his lips lifted upwards. His hand grabbed Ara's hand, grasped it and gave gentle strokes on the back of the woman's hand.

Afterwards, Darma's attention falls to her in-laws. While in the hospital, every day alternately Pak Narto and Bu Ata came to accompany and help everything needed, while Selly took care of Ashila.

"Mr, Mother, thank you for helping so much. I feel bad for it" said Darma.

Mr. Narto showed a line of smiles. "Since Mas Darma was married to Ara, I have considered Mas Darma as my own son. Parents never feel disturbed. We are happy to be able to help our children. Sometimes if this is not the case, it is hard to find. But, in the future you hope such events do not happen again."

"Mother also always pray that this will be the last bad thing that befalls Mother's children." Ma added.

Darma's eyes warmed up again to hear her in-laws. At this moment, he wanted to kneel down and confess his sins in front of his wife's parents. "Just like Ashila's birthday, I'm with Mom tomorrow night at home, yeah. This time I forced. So, I beg you and Mom, please" he said in a trembling voice.

Pak Narto and Bu Ata threw one another a glance, then nodded. "Yes, we'll stay."

"Thank you, Sir, Mom." Darma kissed her in-laws hand in turn.

"Nobody's missing, right? Yuk, get out now. Want to rain as well as it looks," said Mr. Narto saw the situation outside through the window.

"Bapak ushered Mr. Surip how? I will call you later. I could, really, drive myself." Darma.

"Boy, bring a motor, Mas."

Darma. "If so let tomorrow afternoon, yes, picked up by his Surip sir," he said as he pulled a small suitcase filled with dirty clothes and all sorts of things out of the room.

They split up in the hospital lobby. Ara briefly hugged her mother before her parents headed for the parking lot, while Darma was taking the car.

"Patient, yes, Nduk. Later if it is time to be given again the same Who Gives Life."

Ara just nodded with a face about to cry.

"Mother's son must be strong. There's Darma too. Smile, to, be beautiful." Ata rubbed her son's cheek which was filled with tears, then cupped Ara's cheek.

"Mom, be careful, yeah. Let me know when we get home."

"You too."

The son and mother looked. Darma is back with his car. The two couples of different generations were waving their hands as farewells.

Darma embraces Ara walking towards the car and opens the door. However, when he was already sitting behind the wheel and was about to attach a seatbelt to his wife, Ara prevented him.

Darma was silent to hear it. However, he still fits the seat belt correctly. With a broken heart, Darma slowly drove forward his car, while Ara was busy with her thoughts.

"Would you eat something?" Darma broke the silence in the car.

Ara shakes. "I just want to see Ashila."

"Ashila's birthday was at home. It's okay, isn't it?"

"I don't have a problem."

"Tomorrow EO people come for the decor. You will not have to help. Everyone has a handle."

"Yes." Yeah."

Until the car turned into the yard, Darma chose not to make a sound. Even so, he still opened the door for Ara with a line of smiles that were only answered with a flat face.

"Mayei ...."

The smile on Ara's lips only broadened as her daughter welcomed and burst into her embrace. Which makes Darma's heart as sliced when he sees it. "Mami miss Ashila" she said. Just meeting a few hours a day with her daughter made Ara's inner being really tormented.

"Mommy, Shila made a lot of pudding with Oma."

Ara's gaze turned to her mother-in-law who had been standing behind her daughter. "Thank you take care of Ashila, Ma."

Selly nodded. "Now it's important that you're healthy first. Another problem, don't think. Ashila's birthday is also over. We'll just sit sweet and everything's ready."

"Yes, Mas Darma said that." Ara turned towards Darma with a forced smile.

"Ashila's having dinner, Ma?" ask the man.

"Ashila hasn't eaten yet. Wait for you he said. Mama asked Bi Marni to make your favorite food masakin with Ara. Want to eat now?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Inevitably, Ara who actually needs time alone is tailing to the dining table. There are many dishes there that will be spent by whom.

"Mas, don't be a lot of it will not run out," said Ara saw her husband take a portion of a meal a full plate for her.

"Later I'll finish" replied Darma. The man did not lie. After Ara felt full after finishing half her meal, Darma ate the rest.

Ara herself did not understand what her husband's purpose was because after dinner was over, the man immediately volunteered to read a fairy tale to Ashila and promised her little girl a donut. In fact, Ara knows that Darma's condition is also not too fit.

The woman went straight to the room after talking for a while with her in-laws who will stay until tomorrow night. As the clock was about to point to the number nine, Ara who heard the door open suddenly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The sound of water rattling could be heard from the bathroom. Not long after, Ara could feel the movement on the bed and a moment later a burly arm wrapped around her waist.

"I love you so much" said Darma, and a kiss landed on his wife's head. "I'm sorry to make you like this. What do I do, Ra, so we can kayak first? I can't see that you're sad because of me. If I wanted to beat you up first, none of this would have happened and we would not have lost our child. Tell me what to do? I will follow your will, but don't shut up. Don't look at me like you've seen someone you don't know."

Darma took a deep breath so that his sobs were not heard and disturbed Ara's sleep. But the truth is, it's hard. His chest was even more tight when his voice could not come out, but at the same time his tears continued to flow.

Darma who felt unable to even choose to get out of bed. The man went to the balcony. And as the voice of the lighters rang out, Ara slowly opened her eyes, then a drop of tears fell down her cheeks looking at her husband's frustrated face from a distance.