Will Never Let You Go
It turns out you

Ara grimaced feeling a pain in one of her elbows. Looking to the right and to the left, there was no one around. Those who pass by also seem to not care, except for a car that suddenly stops in front of him. A car that is quite familiar because he had rode it twice.

"May ...." He muttered the name of the man who just got out of the car.

"Think what, anyway?" darma asked as she crouched down in front of Ara.

"Huh?" Ara looked like a fool now as she did not understand where the man was going.

"Called not nyaut instead speeding. Falling, right?"

A rude snort could be heard clearly from Ara's mouth. "So, you're the one calling?"

"Yes, I don't remember my voice like I've met a few times, huh." Darma is so confident.

The regret in Ara's heart was growing. Is it only Darma who has such a voice? The similar ones must also be many times!

"I didn't fall because of you!" Ara blame.

Darma is a little buying. Does not accept himself as the cause of the girl falling from the motorcycle. "Kok so fuck me, anyway? I'm just calling."

"Yes, I think it's a catcalling hobbyist, so don't look."

Darma nodded confirming Ara's words. If he who is called like that is also not necessarily pemubris. In the next second, Darma was awakened by Ara who was blowing a wound on her arm that was quite severe because of the denim jacket that was worn only up to a hole.

"Take off the jacket. I'm anterin to the hospital, yuk."

"Rather than taking care of me, please tengokin my motor, dong. Nothing nothing nothing." Ara grimacing. Either because of the injury he got or because he found the left penny lamp of his motor broke once Darma set up his motorbike.

While in his heart, Darma said, "Udah fell only what was thought was a motor. You're weird!"

The face that had been tangled after a day of playing with Keyla seemed increasingly tangled to realize the body of the motorbike was also scratched quite long. Ara melengos sad as well as resigned, while her brain had guessed how much the repair cost if taken to the workshop.

"Yes!"

The call awakened Ara from her daydream. A mature brown-skinned man moved towards himself and Darma.

"Yes, Mom, what's wrong?"

"What, what! You think I didn't see you from earlier mesam-mesem not clear."

The one who was scolded was only grinning while scratching the back of the head.

"You take this bike to the garage. I'm going to the hospital." Darma pointed at the matic motor in front of him.

Cynical crack sounded from Darma's mouth. "Say no pa-pa, but his face is like mehek," the man laughed.

"According to him, anyway. You said that because of me you fell." Darma chuckled to see the face of the girl before him was already flushed red. Just like when he reminded his debt to the little moneylender. Ah, it seems that the call is very suitable pinned on Ara. Darma raised one corner of her lips. Funny and other than others.

"Here you take the bike, Yo, that's why you go straight home." Darma gave the order.

"Ready, Mas. I brought it to Mas Darma's subscription workshop, yes." Cahyo passed after getting a nod from her employer.

Shortly after, Darma and Ara head to the nearest hospital. Yes, what can Ara do other than according to. It is also impossible for him to go home in such a condition. What did his parents say later?

Because it turns out that Ara's hip hurts to walk, Darma also memapah the girl ranging from entering the car to arrive at the examination room. In addition, he also helped remove Ara's jacket because the girl's arm could not be bent due to a wide enough wound.

While waiting for Ara to be dealt with, Darma contacted someone across the street. Time and time again, but I don't get answers.

"No lift" he said as soon as he entered the cubicle where Ara was just after the nurse who handled the girl came out.

Ara was still lying on the patient's bed grimacing due to the influence of the medicine placed on her arm, while her hips were already feeling better.

"Whose phone call?"

"Your boyfriend."

"HUH?"

"Elangs. He's my co-worker. No need to be lebay, deh." Darma exhaled a rough breath. "I called again, huh?"

"Don't!" In just a matter of milliseconds, Darma's phone had already moved into Ara's hands.

The man's forehead frowned in wonder. "Let there be no misunderstanding and no telenovela drama like that." Darma inevitably chuckles at his own words.

"There will be nothing. People have broken up too "

"Eh?" Darma was a little surprised.

"Not to be happy, huh." Ara copied pasting Darma's talk. "It's been a while, really."

Darma is just mangosteen. Don't want to ask any further. Not family!

After Ara felt better, they were discharged from the hospital after Darma completed the administration and redeemed Ara's medicine. And sure enough, the surprised look mixed with worry was immediately drawn on the face of Pak Narto and Bu Ata once his daughter reached home with a bandage on her arm.