Will Never Let You Go
Guests Not Invited

Because last night Ara told her parents that Darma would come to their house, as a result this morning she had to wake up early to clean the house and help her mother cook in the kitchen.

"This dateng Darma who's been here, you know, Mom. Not the president." While dipping the mop, Ara's lips continued to grumble.

"Well, who wants if the house is clean 'will not be shy even if it is ugly." Ms. Ata chimed in while peeling onions.

Ara no longer answered. Already brought the mop to the TV room where he planned to ask Darma to teach later. The guy said it's coming at ten. I hope it's true. So, Ara didn't wait too long.

"Darma doyan chicken rica-rica no, yes, Ra?" Again, Ata spoke when Ara had completed the mopping task, and now the girl had faced her mother to do the next command.

"Later orderin aja, deh, let him choose what to eat. I'm not confused either."

"Don't, dong!" Pak Narto who just finished feeding the chicken refused. "The rich man used to eat out, so just eat home cooking."

"Yes, really!" The spirit in Bu Ata again flared thanks to the husband. "The toes are cooked also times, well, same fried vermicelli."

"Sippp really, uh, ma'am." The new one is literate and still the ileran answers.

"Bantuin, oy! Don't eat the usual food." Ara said fiercely because since just waking up has got a seizure.

"My job is to wash the dishes. Yes, change it," Gusti said before disappearing into the bathroom.

Ten o'clock and a quarter finally Ara has finished preparing everything, including her books and laptop. The girl was playing with her cell phone while waiting for her guests to arrive.

Tok tok!

The knocking of the door sounded. Ara's forehead frowned slightly, because he did not hear the sound of a car stopping in front of the house.

Tok tok!

Ata's coming from the kitchen. "God! It's not even written."

"More than think."

"Think what? That's, you know, Darma again talking to the father in front," said Bu Ata saw her husband and guests from the window.

FYI, since then Pak Narto was on the side terrace because he was looking at the avocado tree belonging to a neighbor who was bearing fruit. So, first know that comes Darma.

Pork! The book in front of Ara fell because it was nudged when the girl caught up with her mother who was already ahead. Good thing it's just a book not a laptop, it can bite his finger.

Ara let out a long sigh and showed off her streak of white teeth once she reached the front porch.

"Hi, have you started learning?" Darma smiled brightly. As bright as the weather today.

"B-yet. Sorry, I thought it wasn't you. So, I didn't open the door."

"No pa-pa. I didn't say I was going to take the bike." Darma pointed to his sports bike.

Ara just nodded small. "Yes, already. Come in, yuk."

Darma tailed behind Ara after briefly chatting with Pak Narto and Bu Ata. The man turned several times to the right and to the left, observing Ara's house.

"It's narrow, huh?" Ara is not feeling well.

"No, kok. Delicious, adem."

"What do you want to drink?" ara asked after inviting Darma to sit down.

"Caramel macchiato."

"You think my house is Starbucks!"

While Ara went to the kitchen to grab a drink, Darma began to open up the book in front of her. He who had been sitting on a chair, was now on the floor.

"A lot, yeah ...."

Ara who just put a drink on the table can only grimace.

"You if you want extra hours come to my office. Wednesday is the same Friday my schedule is not so busy." Darma said as if he was the teacher of Ara.

"I'm going to work."

Darma straightened his head. Putting the book in her hand, she now folded her hands on the table with a fixed look at Ara. "I'm not sure you escaped while you were still at work. It's a lot, you know. Seriously."

A rough gust of breath sounded. Ara squeezed the end of her shirt. He was pessimistic and more pessimistic after Darma said as before.

"I quit this month, okay." Ara had already decided a few days ago after discussing with her parents.

"This week only. What's the difference?"

A Darma who has never had financial problems will not know how dizzy faced with two things that are equally important as Ara feels now.

"I ...." Ara seemed to be petrifying whether she should tell a story or not.

"Why you?" For the first time, Darma sees the anxiety on the face of a girl who is often fiery when with him.

Ara looked up, then confirmed her sitting position to be more comfortable. "I don't think if I resign at the end of the month I still get a full salary. So, if you really don't pass the test I still have a grip until at least get a new job."

"Let's help me find a job."

That sentence carried a glimmer of hope for Ara. "Se-seriously?"

"hey are. Kayak gini dibandain. Look, your face is so ugly."

Ara threw the pencil in front of her into Darma's face.

As usual, the one thrown out was just laughing. After struggling to solve some problems and make a study schedule for Ara, hunger strikes both.

"Eat first, yuk. Eat the food my mom wants?'

"Now, dong. Yuk! I haven't eaten since morning."

The pleasant aroma filled the sense of smell as Ara opened the hood of food. Darma gulps. It had been a long time since he had eaten such a home-cooked meal.

"His food is very dear to your mother, Ra," said Darma while toasting bacem for the third time.

"Yes, dong. Whose mother was it." Ara swaggering. "Btw, thank you, yes, Mas."

Darma immediately swallowed the food in his mouth. "Call what?"

"Baby, hehe .... Can be scolded if caught calling you by name directly."

"Oh, so call it just let's not get scolded?" Darma sulks not like it. Which looks ridiculous in Ara's eyes.

"Haish! Yes, not—" Ara's words stopped because again the door of her house was knocked on by someone.

Without the ba-bi-bu, the girl immediately moved with an irritated snort from her mouth. Just disturb! However, the annoyance suddenly disappeared as soon as Ara opened the door and saw who had come.

While Darma who had finished his food immediately followed because he did not hear any sound from the front. "Who, Ra?" his question distracted the two people who were still standing silently in front of the door.

"Mas Eagle ...."