Will Never Let You Go
New Year's Eve Guests

A melodious whistle sounded from Darma's mouth as the man descended the stairs in his house. He was ready to go celebrate the turn of the year with his friends. Upon arrival on the first floor, for a moment his steps stopped when he found the mother was still at home.

"Well, Mama hasn't left yet?"

Darma's extended family is already planning to spend the new year's night in their villa in Tawangmangu. However, not all of them come along. Those who are young, of course, prefer to go with friends or partners, such as Silvia who yesterday flew to Bali with her friends.

"Wait for your Papa, tuh. Just leaving and kebelet makak." Sally snorted, then sat on the sofa while glancing at her watch. "Paaaaa .. sprawl!" he shouted impatiently.

Darma just chuckles. No wonder about his mother's attitude.

"Dar, where are you going? Join Mama aja, yuk, join the others. Many, really, who come are not just parents."

"Relieve it!" reject Darma quickly. If there are cousins who participate, of course, their status has also been married, and Darma is lazy to answer the question when to follow to get married.

Selly's face increasingly showed a gloomy aura. "You gini Mama so want to have another child so there's a nemenin."

"Ma!"

"Mama's children are already big, they're busy themselves." Selly becomes. "Or .. if you don't want to have another sister, make Mama a grandchild, dong."

"Yes, I will make it," replied Darma lightly as if he was just told to buy onions at the market.

"Really? But marry first, oh, yeah. Don't play lunge like your dad first. Do not forget to also invite the girl you want to meet at home to meet Mama. Mama doain y'all let it last until marriage until you have five children." Selly looks sumringah.

Darma just smiled. A chick? Obviously he wanted to meet Aldo and the others where they had booked a private room for drinks, and watched fireworks. That's all if they haven't hangover.

"Udah, yes, Ma. I'm leaving first. Oh, Papa's done it too." He pointed at his father with his chin, then walked out of the house to his car.

The rain slowly subsided leaving a meaningless drizzle. The flow of vehicles was crowded when the Darma car entered the highway. The sound of motor exhaust is so deafening that it is so deafening. The young people who rode him laughed happily, shouting as if they had no burden. I don't know why when I saw that Darma's mind was fixed on Ara. The girl definitely could not go have fun because of her impossible condition and it was because of her.

Pointing out his intention to meet his friends, Darma turns his car into a supermarket. He plucks out snacks, soda drinks, and some groceries that can be made into a complete barbeque along with the sauce. Darma just wishes that Ara had the tools to bake it. Yes, the man intends to visit Pak Narto's house.

Carrying two large plastic bags, Darma immediately got off as soon as his car stopped in Pak Narto's yard. It only took three times to knock the door in front of him had opened. Pak Narto who opened the door looked surprised to see it. Yeah, well, who wants to go see someone's house on New Year's Eve?

"Night, sir."

Pak Narto slightly gasped. "Yes, night. Come in, Mas, come in." The potbellied man invited with a raging mind. Especially seeing Darma carrying two plastic grocery bags.

As soon as Darma sat his body in the living room chair of his house, Mr. Narto unceremoniously asked, "Sorry, what was necessary before, huh, Mas?"

Darma looked confused. Yes, he said he was here to accompany Ara last year. Luckily he has an intelligent brain so he can quickly find another reason. "Oh, I want to tell you about Ara's bike. I didn't get a phone number yesterday so I'm here."

Mr. Narto smiled awkwardly. "Sorry, what's wrong. This is new year's night. Usually the young ones on the go."

"I was leaving too, but I remember Ara. He couldn't have had a year because of yesterday. So, I came here to invite him to eat here with Father, Mother, same Gusti as well. Want to, yes, sir?" Darma forced his smile. For this time, he actually admitted that he had god-level confidence as his friends often said.

"I call Ara first, yes, Mas," said Pak Narto, then passed.

Darma nodded small. While waiting, he who saw the group book about UMPTN not far from him then grabbed it. He vaguely heard the family fondling his words earlier.

"DOLL?!" The newly emerging Ara quickly snatched the book in Darma's hands.

"There's some wrong, huh." Darma.

"Emang understands?"

"Banglin?"

"No-no, no. Teach me, don't worry." Ara landed her butt in the seat opposite Darma.

Ara's eyeballs are slightly rounded. He's just kidding. And again, what is this? The girl shook her head as the man in front of her offered a large amount of food.

Pantes is confused.

"Oi!"

Ara blinked her eyes. "A-there. Wait, I'll take it."

Be now Ara, Darma, and Gusti party on the front porch, while Pak Narto and Bu Ata only hoarded for a while because the wind was quite strong. "Fear of catching a cold" he said.

After filling his plate with sausages, meatballs, and seafood, Gusti chose to sit in a chair that was a short distance away, but could still hear Ara and Darma chatter. Especially the goal if not to eavesdrop.

"Let me just. Later on your hand that hurts, I'm wrong again." Darma said when Ara insisted on wanting to flip through the sausage and his friends.

The girl snorted, and Darma inevitably laughed. Women love it that way because their mothers are the same.

"Oh, yeah, ask for your phone number, dong, Ra. The bike may be the day after tomorrow, but since it's the new year it's not sure."

"I have your number. I'll just chat, yeah."

"Uhukk!" Gusti pretended to choke. Curious how could his brother already have the number Darma, while the man was not.

"Whisper! Just go in there!" Ara glanced in annoyance.

"Cie, go inside so you can be alone. You can really mode, Ma'am," only Gusti managed to burn Ara's face to redden. "Yes, I'm coming in. Bring it to father and mother." He snatched some sausages from the grill. "Begging, yes, Mas, continue to roast again for longer alone."

Darma looked up, then turned to Ara who was pouting.

Ting!

Notification in the form of a message from a new number that is none other than the Ara number distracts Darma. Soon he kept it with the contact name "Little Rentenir".

"When you smile?" ara asked in surprise because there was nothing funny.

"There, deh. Btw, your profile picture can be too." Darma showed her phone screen to Ara while mimicking the girl's expression.

"Oh, hell, look around!"

"Let's go, si. You must also have been the time to have my number see my picture. Yeah, right? Why aren't you?"

"But! How PD!" Ara denies. In his heart he cursed his actions. Maybe Darma's guess is right.

"Udah, no. Wanna say not even your face looks like, really, lie." Darma gave a triumphant smile.

Ara was indeed the least able to pretend. His face when angry, sad, upset, and disappointed is very easy to guess.

"Relin!"

Suddenly, Ara picked up a brush covered in barbeque sauce and rubbed it on Darma's arm.

"Eh? Fighting for you? Who's afraid!"

As fast as lightning Darma had already avenged Ara's actions. In fact he did it many times and not only hands, but the face of the girl is now also decorated with barbeque sauce.

Like a child, they laughed so happily that they did not realize that there was a pair of eyes staring at the two with jealousy.