Will Never Let You Go
Lousy

"Mr Darma ...." The eagle murmured, but it could still be heard. His mind raged to find the man who seemed to be his rival turned out to be at Ara's house.

Darma stepped up and stood beside Ara. "Call your name outside office hours."

The eagle nodded slowly in response.

Ara invited the man in. And now, awkwardness occurred in the living room of Pak Narto's house because his daughter was flanked by two men at the same time.

"What do you drink, Mom?"

"What a hell, Ra."

Without waiting any longer, Ara immediately left her two guests and sat her body on the dining table chair. A long breath sounded. Ara was confused as to what to do later. Therefore, he lingered in there.

Returning to the living room, the Eagle looked clumsy as this was the first time he had been in the same room as his boss outside of work.

"A long time here?" Finally, a sentence came from the lips of the Eagle, without any frills.

"Yeah, five hours is like that." Whether deliberately heating up or indeed can not count, Darma answered as good as a bidat. But, time, anyway, the person whose ideals become an engineering calculations are bad. "Ara asked to be taught the questions for the self-test ntar," he said again. Which managed to cause a rumble in the Eagle's chest.

The eagle no longer makes a sound until Ara appears carrying a water jug filled with orange ice complete with a glass. "Sorry, lama" he said with a forced smile.

"No drinking?" The girl glanced alternately at the two men in front of her looking at the drink she was carrying was taken for granted. Though with full struggle he squeezed the orange earlier.

"Drink, really." The eagle grabbed one of the glasses.

"Russia, dong. It's a guest." Darma.

The eagle coughed, while Ara remained the henchman in her chair.

"Eat a lot, drink time to pour," always the girl unconsciously inflames the flames of jealousy in the heart of her former lover.

"Eat?" The eagle asked even though in his heart he already knew the answer.

"Yes, Mas Darma just ate here," Ara's great-grandson realized his stupidity. Now he looked like he was showing off his closeness to Darma in front of the Eagle. "Btw, Mas Eagle what's the need to come here?" Quickly, Ara shifted the subject.

A moment's tail of Eagle's eyes turned to Darma before finally answering, "I thought I'd take you away, but I thought you were busy with each other."

Ara gulped with a slight growl. What does it mean to be busy with others? Ara was busy, but she was busy with things. Darma's thing here, that guy's just helping. Just look now, Darma is also engrossed in his phone. Ara became really lazy even to just mingle with the Eagle.

Lucky Ara, in the midst of the annoyance that enveloped her heart was heard the sound of her brother's motorbike stopping in front of the house. "Tumben's home yet?" he asked as soon as Gusti entered the house, without ignoring the two men in front of him.

"That's a big drizzle like that?" Gusti pointed outside.

Ara followed the direction of Gusti's index finger and at the same time it rained heavily.

Gusti who was willing to go into the process of stopping his steps realized not only one, but there were two men sitting with his brother. "Eh, it turns out rame house, yeah. You didn't play that." He was foolish to see Ara glaring at him.

"Seriously? Mabar, yuk."

"Can, can. I'll change my clothes first."

"Well in the afternoon, aren't you coming home?" asked Ara as soon as Gusti went inside, who did not go. But clearly, the Eagle would not answer first. He waited for Darma's answer first.

"Ujan, Ihoh, Ra. Don't you want me to bring a motor? You want to take responsibility if I get sick?"

The eagle held his breath. In fact, despite only knowing a few weeks of interaction between Ara and Darma, there is no sense of awkwardness at all. And again, it was like seeing the other side of Darma which was very much different when he was in the office.

"Eagle, would you like to join me?"

"No-no, Ra. I'll just go home, huh." With a heavy heart the Eagle moved because even if he stayed he did not know what to do.

Ara followed Darma behind her escorting the Eagle to the front porch. Pak Narto and Bu Ata emerged from the side of the house carrying star fruit in their hands.

"Well, Eagles come here too?" Mr. Narto still welcomed the friendly, even though he knew that the relationship between the young man and his daughter had run aground.

"Yes, sir, but this is coming home."

"Duh, really, really spit." Ms. Ata chimed in.

"Yes, forgetting something has to be taken care of. Pamit first, yes, sir, ma'am." The eagle greeted his former future father-in-law, then gave a small nod while smiling at Ara and Darma.

"Be careful, yeah. Greetings to my father and mother" said Pak Narto.

"I'll be home later, yes, sir, Mom. Forgot to bring a raincoat earlier," said Darma asked permission to stay longer.

"Yes, relax. No starfruit, Mas?" said Mr. Narto as they entered the house.

"What do you do, sir. I eat it easy, really. Mother's cooking is great too." Darma praised as she blinked one eye at Ara who was walking next to her. While Pak Narto and Bu Ata were walking in front of him, of course they did not see it.

"Eat again later, Mas, if laper. That ara eats a little, so if the cook likes the leftovers."

"Well, what a shame, ma'am. I'll help abisin, huh." Darma volunteered, and the conversation between Ara's parents and Darma continued until Gusti finally came after having to go to the bathroom first. After that, Pak Narto and Bu Ata left, Gusti and Darma had been preoccupied with their respective phones. The ara? The girl was already languishing in her room with a raging heart.

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I actually insecure write this story because cotton kayak alias very easy not like the story of people. I hope you read it to the end, yes. Xoxoxo.

I also want to say that I'm going to slow update (it's just slow, thor. Yes , maap) because I want to write a new story. Hehe ....