Will Never Let You Go
The Left Handed Person

"Sorry, bother, huh?" Darma looks clumsy due to Ara's gaze.

"Huh? Bothering?"

Darma's thin lips tightly clenched only his left hand which he now waved in front of Ara's face.

Still not understanding, Ara just frowned and raised her shoulders.

"I'm left handed person, Ra," said Darma. He who was sitting to the right of Ara made his elbow slant against the elbow of the girl.

"Eh, seriously? But it's ...." Ara was slightly surprised to hear Darma's confession. His memories so remember every moment of his meeting with the man beside him.

Darma smiled knot. "Not looking, huh?" his lips answered the question in the mind of the girl who was still staring at him quite intensely. "I'm the same person who just met that ordinary person."

"meaning?" So curious, Ara to get rid of her food and sit sideways to hear Darma's explanation.

"Eat first. It won't be cold." Darma chuckled softly. Ara who is always enthusiastic in every chat is indeed a plus point in the eyes of the man. Because usually, women will only be interested if they discuss things they like.

After finishing her meal, while waiting for her order of ice cream, Ara said, "Obviously."

"Which one?" Darma pretends to forget.

Ara clucked in annoyance. Rather than repeating his words, he would rather snatch the ice cream that had just come.

"Snakes, tuh. I want a lap, but I'm kayaking in the movies." Darma laughed, while Ara frowned.

"News, anyway. No need to divert the conversation," ketus Ara as she grabbed a tissue, then wiped her lips.

"Hm ...." Darma drank his iced tea before starting the story. "Can't you believe I'm a hard person to adapt to?"

"No!" Ara answered quickly.

Again and again Darma just laughed. "Not everyone can easily accept a left-handed dominant person. In fact, some of them were evading immediately. Not good anymore if you directly taste the slob even though you do not know anything. Because of that, I became careful if the same person is newly known, and make a bad talk, ngehindarin, I've also made it a habit to use my right hand to eat new people."

"Well, just now?"

Darma. "I used to be forced to do anything with my right hand" he admitted, stirring his iced tea, leaving behind ice cubes.

"Could you?"

"It can, but it's not comfortable."

Ara rounded her lips and nodded slowly. "Yes, you don't have to be forced to be uncomfortable."

Hearing that, Darma's attention immediately turned to Ara. He looked at the girl with his lips that revealed a smile. A very sweet smile that he rarely shows to anyone.

Feeling her face heat up, Ara immediately threw away her face. Her lower lip she bit, and don't ask her how her heart is right now. Already joget-joget ria in there.

"Honestly, Ra, I like you ...."

Eh?

So, the more wrong this Ara's behavior.

"Your family too."

Oh ....

"They're different from the people I've known before."

"Look here, cake. I'm talking to you again about my hair."

Mata Ara. Just realized that since then he looks like he does not ignore Darma. With a sinless look, Ara turned her face away. "What is my family different about?"

"Well, different. Usually if I play to the place where the girl was immediately asked what her work was, where she studied, what majors. Malesnya again if asked by parents what is busy. Errn ...." Darma growled in annoyance.

"Ish, how much she likes to change girls."

"The risk of a handsome man, Ra," said Darma narcissistically.

"AM!"

Darma. I don't know why being with Ara is so easy to laugh. "Fact, yes. The proof is they keep shooting. I only shot girls once, High School time. That's because you lost a ball bet."

"Bad fuckin' shit!" Ara hit Darma's hand with a spoon.

"Sakittt, Ra." Darma stroked his hand. "His name is also a teenager. Uday, yuk, to the workshop. It'll be afternoon."

Ara. After ten minutes, they had arrived at a fairly large motor workshop.

"Mas Darma."

The call was heard when the two were just a step into the noisy place. Darma turned his head, then approached the man who called out to him. "Congratulations, yes, papa says your wife has given birth." It salutes.

"False, Mas. Oh, yeah, the bike's here." The man showed me where the Ara motor was.

"What abbice, Ling? I'm afraid my money isn't enough, someone's gonna get angry." Darma glanced at Ara who had been tailing her since.

The man called "Ling" laughed before handing over the note to Darma.

After reading the nominal that must be paid, Darma took out a wallet and took out several hundred pieces of money.

"Eh, this excess, Mas."

"Make your child."

"Duh, bother. Thanks, yes, Mas. Come by the house sometime, yeah."

"Yes. First, yes, Ling."

The man nodded.

Ara's motorbike was already in front complete with his helmet when Ara and Darma came out of the workshop.

"Be careful, yeah."

"You too."

"Go ahead, gih. I saw it from here. Oh, yeah, you know the things that can't be discussed together."

"Seriously?" Ara who had been willing to wear a helmet undo the intention.

"Yes. It's a road, it's cloudy, here. It will rain again."

"Yes. Bye." Ara waved her hand after her helmet was properly fitted, then turned on her motor.

Without Darma realizing it, her thin lips revealed a smile as she looked at the girl who had just passed from before her.