Will Never Let You Go
Families

"Mister, you're lying, aren't you? You didn't fall off the bike, did you?" Still with the face of the pillow and the ileer at the corner of his lips Gusti unceasingly searched for the brother to get an answer that could convince his heart.

Tonight is the night of the turn of the year, but since it was still morning the sky was like there was no bored spilling its water to the earth. As a result, many people prefer to stay home. In fact, until the afternoon before the streets look very quiet. Either later if the rain subsides, maybe quickly the atmosphere will change. The sound of motorcycle buzzers will dominate the ears compared to fireworks in the night sky.

Ara snorted annoyedly. How many times did he have to tell his annoying sister to believe. "Your eyes minus eighteen, yes, until I can't see my hand in a gini bandage?"

"Yeah, it's weird. Can I meet you in the middle of the road? Don't-don't you don't go with Ma'am Keyla, but the same Mas Darma, huh? Why, hayoo!" Gusti smiled grinning. Feeling one step ahead because it already knows the name of the owner of the Lexus car that had made him curious.

Darma was already acquainted with Pak Narto's family last night, although in conditions that were less pleasant. The man felt very guilty because what he considered trivial turned out to make others wretched. Darma was even ready if Pak Narto scolded or hit him. However, unexpectedly, the middle-aged man easily forgave him.

"You take a shower there! It stinks, haven't had a bath since morning?"

"Huh! Redirection issue!" The teenager was indifferent. Gusti prefers to land his buttocks in the chair next to his brother, then siphon bakpia Darma. Yes, actually when calling Ara, the purpose of the man just wants to give souvenirs typical of Jogja that he had bought.

"Buuuu, Gusti doesn't want to take a shower! Smells grandparents." Ara complained like a five-year-old boy.

"Mandi, Gus, spit! Abis was having dinner together. Here, the food is ready," exclaimed the mother from the middle room.

Even though it is not luxurious because only at home, but in special moments such as new year, holidays, and holidays, or the birthday of his sons and daughters Pak Narto family always set aside time to create a moment of family togetherness. Because later, when the children are adults and have their own lives with their respective partners it may be difficult to be like now. Laughing, mocking, and scrambling side dishes at the dinner table are simple things that make both corners of the lips curved upwards when remembering them later.

"Well, there's no wings, anyway?!" Ara grumbled when she did not find the chicken wings that were her favorite.

"There's two, Mother inget. Try to find the real one," replied Ms. Ata as she poured her freshly boiling soto sauce, then brought it to the dinner table.

After a while grappling with a bowl full of ungkep fried chicken made by the mother, Ara clucked bitterly because what was sought did not exist. Until finally, he saw the chicken wings fly from his father's plate which was filled with rice, then landed on his plate.

"Bapakkk!!!" Ara's upset not playing. "Which one?"

"Based on a bad sister!!!"

After dinner, Ara and Gusti had already slipped on the floor with the carpet in front of the TV, while Pak Narto and Bu Ata sat in the braiding chair made by the late grandfather. They were watching a concert at the turn of the year accompanied by Bakpia Pathok and kethek balung made by Bu Ata. For his drink Pak Narto chose coffee, Ara chose orange ice, Gusti chose Milo ice, while Bu Ata just plain water. It's not available at the table. The woman goes to the kitchen if she is thirsty.

"Aren't you going, Gus?" ask Mr. Narto when the rain is just drizzling.

"I don't know later. If Andre leaves, I leave. If not, I don't either."

"Basic has no principles!" Ara sneered.

Gusti turned his head, then threw the wooden yam chips in his hand at Ara's face while sticking out his tongue for a moment.

"Good, don't go. Mother is also worried about the rame-rame gini children wandering," said Bu Ata honestly.

After that, their focus was shifted to the 24-inch TV screen that was featuring Ariel Noah singing while occasionally commenting like a judge in a competition.

When Bu Ata commented on the fashion of the MC woman who had just appeared, the roar of the car was heard stopping in the yard. They looked at each other, wondering who was coming. Until finally the knock on the door was heard, Mr. Narto went to open the door.

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