Will Never Let You Go
Oxtail Soup

After a day yesterday spent under the blanket because again the rain flushed all over the city, this morning Darma has appeared neat with a sky blue shirt, ready to go to the office.

He drives his car alone because Cahyo has been claimed by Silvia to take him wherever the girl goes to do a survey to complete her script that has been stuck for six months.

"What's today's schedule, Fan?" Darma asked his secretary.

Fanny quickly turned the tablets over to her boss while still explaining them one by one, while Darma read them next to her occasionally raised eyebrows.

"Have the meeting been ready?"

"Already, Sir. It's all done."

Darma. After ten minutes, he and Fanny headed to the meeting room located one floor above his room. Once out of the elevator, the man was forced to stop because someone called him. Darma turned his body ninety degrees, staring at the man who was none other than the Eagle.

"Sorry before, a few days ago you called me, what do you need, yes, sir?" ask the Eagle with courage that can be thumbs up.

Darma's forehead frowned slightly, trying to remember. "Oh, that's ... Ara fell off the motor. I called you so there was no misunderstanding like that time, but Ara said you guys broke up. So I shouldn't have to do that."

So Ara's bandaged hand fell off the bike?

The eagle remembered the incident on New Year's Eve, when he came to Ara's house and intended to take the girl away. But apparently, who wants to be invited to laugh with other men.

"Y-yes already, sir. I'm sorry I was so excited to talk to you here."

"It's just relaxing."

In the next instant, Darma had already sauntered away leaving the Eagle whose heart had instantly slipped. "Nature ...." He muttered with a wry smile on his lips. His heart throbbed in pain considering how the girl could laugh loosely with the man who had just disappeared from her sight.

When compared to Darma, the Eagle is not the match. That's in terms of material. However, it is a matter of the heart. As long as the yellow janur hasn't curved yet isn't there still a chance for him? Moreover, he was sure if the former lover and his boss had not gone too far. He can still get close to Ara, reclaiming the girl's heart because he believes that Ara must still have the same feelings as him.

.................

Upon returning from the meeting room, Darma immediately threw his body on the sofa and loosened his neck-strangling tie. The meeting went very hard. The bias if it is about marketing strategies for new products that will soon be launched is indeed many who feel the smartest.

Ripping into his pants pocket, Darma who intended to find entertainment was surprised by incoming messages on his WhatsApp.

Small Rentier

10.45

I'm ready, so am I going to the workshop?

11.02

It's 11 o'clock, where haven't you looked?

08

Busy, huh? I didn't go pa-pa by myself. Here give me the address

11.11

Hm ....

Mas???

Darma had smiled reading Ara's last message before he was too late to see the clock had shown half twelve more. Immediately he pressed the phone icon in the top right corner, contacting Ara.

"Hello. Are you still home?" he said as soon as the call was connected.

"Still, so?" Ara's voice sounded limp across there. Yeah, waiting is exhausting.

"So, so. Wait, yeah, I'm otw. Bye."

With a bent face Ara opened the door of Darma's car. A rough gust of breath was heard accompanying when the girl landed her buttocks.

Darma only glanced at a glance, then looked back to the front and cleared his throat. "Ehm ... angry, right?"

"No."

"Would you eat first?"

"No."

"Bragging streets?"

Ara turned her head, looking at Darma with a look of wanting to eat the man alive.

The one being stared at was just grimacing. "Temenin I eat, deh, huh? Laper was so close that it was too late. Again sorry, yes."

Ara nodded. "Sorry too. From semalem it's badmood."

"Keep more badmood because of me?"

"Little. No pa-pa, really, regular chick. Tau himself. What do you want to eat?"

Mangosteen darma. He also often found Silvia like this. Not clear! A little bit of his desire changed like people were cravings. "Will the oxtail? Want that again, anyway."

"Can."

Ara's answer led them to enter a restaurant that was already crowded with visitors. Understandably, the restaurant has long been established and is famous for being delicious. There was only one table with two seats left, while the other two seats went nowhere. It may be taken by visitors who come in crowds.

"Look," said Ara as she shifted her seat to avoid sitting next to Darma.

"Yes, yes, the. Swipe again. Don't want to sit next to me?"

"You, deh. If you answer it, you will not be paid again. Hehe ...." Ara smiled ignorantly, then shifted her seat to where it was.

"Basic! If you want it!"

After ten minutes after Darma mentioned his order, the food came. The aroma of oxtail soup that is still steaming instantly makes the stomach increasingly rumbling.

Ara had already scooped her soup sauce, blew it for a while, then put it in her mouth. However, before his tongue could taste the oxtail soup, the arm of the man sitting next to him first nudged him.

Dugh! Prasggs!

The spoon fell onto a plate containing untouched white rice. Ara flicked her hand that felt hot because of the thinness of the sauce earlier, then turned to look at Darma with narrowed eyes.