Will Never Let You Go
Wh why?

The surya had returned to his quarrel when Darma's car stopped in front of a tutoring place. Just a few minutes later, a teenager still in a blue white uniform opened the car door and sat in the seat next to the man.

"Tumben really Mas Darma directly invited. Usually tell Cahyo," said Bima while opening the bottle. In addition to thirst, he also wants to cool his head that feels burned out after trying out for the graduation exam preparation in the next semester.

"Cahyo drove Silvia to Jogja," replied Darma, then ran the car.

"Seriously? Go home and buy Bakpia Tugu, ah." The teenager took his cell phone and sent a message to his older sister.

After that only the sound of online games from Bima's mobile phone filled the car. Repeatedly he squealed in annoyance because his champion lost the fight. Until finally the hunger hit him, Bima decided to put her phone in the bag then looked at her brother with a typical grin.

"Mas, in front of the restaurant, turn, yeah."

"Relieve it! Eating at home is healthier."

"Dicha!" Bima sneered. "I love eating at home. Come on, this morning my biology review was bad. I need energy to tell my mom."

"How many books?" Darma glanced at a glance.

"Five."

"Oh, yeah."

"Well, what's up, huh?" Bima put on a suspicious look. Moreover, he had seen one corner of his brother's lips lifted.

"Yes, let me report to my mom as soon as I get home. Let you get scorned right away. Haha ...." Darma laughed in satisfaction at the end of his sentence. Seeing your own brother scolded by parents, especially if the one who scolded you did have its own pleasure.

"Maassa!" Bima whining. His hands were already tugging at the sleeves of the white shirt Darma was wearing. "Don't do it, dong. Instead of lightening it adds to the burden. Remember Mas Darma often I help you to escape from the obscure girls who are betrothed mama same oma."

"Basic thank you!" Darma snorted in annoyance. Even so, he turned his car to a restaurant that Bima had meant.

"Mas, I got paid, right?"

"Well, what are you going to eat?"

"Burger, ice cream, same kent—"

"Eh, oma's on the phone," Darma cut. "You're playing for two, yeah. Same! Pay him to use your money first I'll change." The man has now covered the outside of the restaurant because the sound inside is too noisy, regardless of the annoyed snoring from the mouth of Bima.

Darma immediately shifted the green icon listed on the screen once it reached a fairly quiet area. Not long because his grandmother just said she wanted him to see the old woman. Just like his father said this morning.

"Ra! Araaav ...."

The voice that called out the name of a girl who was familiar lately in her ear made Darma turn her head to the right and to the left. His eyes were slightly widened when he saw the lovers who had also been fighting in front of him were now not far from him.

Without blinking, Darma continued to stare at every movement of Ara who now began to turn on his motor until finally the girl flashed in front of him.

"Maaass, oy!"

Bima's call managed to distract Darma. The man then stepped his feet closer to the sister with the gaze still fixed on the motor Ara slowly vanished from his sight.

"Liatin what, anyway? Kesambet just found out," said Bima following the direction of his brother's view. However, he did not find anything interesting.

"It's nothing. Sit down here." Darma who had landed his butt in a chair that had just been cleaned by the waiter asked Bima to follow him.

Taking the burger that had just been placed on the table, Darma chewed on the patty, vegetables, and mozzarella cheese with his mind fixed on the girl he had just seen. His forehead shriveled faintly guessing what had happened to Ara.

Why else is it a child?