Will Never Let You Go
Offices

After thinking about Darma's words the other day, Ara finally completely quit her job. And today, as the man once said, Ara came to a multi-storey building according to the address Darma gave her. The girl looked anxiously at the glass door before her before stepping in and approaching the receptionist.

"Good day, Mom. I'm looking for Mr. Darma. Does he exist?"

The woman with her modestly bunned hair looked at Ara intensely. A faint slight disdainful smile engraved on her red lips saw Ara's appearance that was too simple to meet a boss. A white shirt with jeans subordinates, as well as gray converse shoes that are slightly dirty because of the splash when on the road was a complement as if the girl deserves to be looked at one eye.

"Have an appointment?" tanyanya lazy.

"It."

"Sir Darma is still in a meeting. Just wait there." The woman pointed at the long sofa in the lobby. "I'll connect to the room when it's done."

"good. Thank you." Thank you." Ara inched backwards and landed her butt on the designated sofa.

His face started to look tired after twenty minutes of being in the office lobby there were no signs of anything. Stealing a glance towards the receptionist earlier, Ara was made to sigh. I don't know how many times he's seen the woman re-establish her makeup. Not to mention, the employees who passed by also stared in wonder at him.

"Is Mr Darma not finished yet?" tanya Ara went back to the receptionist earlier.

The woman glanced at dislike, then carved out a grinning smile. "Yet. If you're tired of going home, don't pa-pa."

A soft snort sounded. "Where's the toilet, huh, Mom?" ask Ara again with a god-level patience level. He knew the woman in front of him didn't like him, but what was the reason? Ara did not claw her face, grabbed her hair, nor did she snatch her boyfriend or husband.

"To the right, keep turning left later there's a sign."

Ara just nodded. He went into one of the rooms as soon as he got to the toilet and washed his face in the sink, then sat back down on the same sofa. Ara glanced at her watch. It's almost lunchtime, it's worth more and more employees are out of the office. "Am I going home, okay?" the girl's mind is getting uncomfortable.

Amidst the agitation, Ara's phone suddenly rang. The name of the man he had been waiting for was clearly displayed there. Ara was already willing to shift the green icon when a voice made her lift her head.

"Fra! How come you're even here?" Darma walked over to the girl who already looked lethargic.

"Continue where? I asked him, he said you were in a meeting. So, I was told to wait here."

Darma twisted his body one hundred and eighty degrees and a sharp gaze immediately led to the receptionist. "You still want to work here. Really good work, yeah!"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, sir." The woman said it repeatedly with her head down.

Darma is indifferent. He turned back to face Ara. "Have you been here long?"

"New, really."

"lik! Your face is tired."

The next second, whether consciously or not Darma immediately grabbed Ara's hand and held her to the elevator to reach her room as soon as the girl stood up.

Ara could feel that not only was her hand warmed up, but something inside also seemed to be feeling it with a strange sigh that appeared suddenly.

"Ready, sir."

Darma opened the door of her room with Ara trailing behind her. "This is my work space. If you go to the office again, go straight in here."

"Not polite, dong," said Ara while circulating his gaze.

"Look on the road to be clear." Darma.

Ara smiled clumsily, but she followed also what the man who today looks charming in a blue dongker shirt said. Uh, but when, anyway, Darma was never charming especially when he was smiling.

"The time to install the photo itself, anyway," said Ara saw a photo of Darma on the man's desk.

"Who do you want a picture of? Girlfriend just doesn't have it" replied Darma while opening a soda can he just took from the refrigerator.

"Find it."

"How did you become my girlfriend? Wouldn't you?"

Ara who was looking at the collection of books on the shelf turned her head. "Nhd!"

"No-no. Wouldn't you?"

"No!"

"It's still the same yesterday, huh?"

"No, tuh. In my dictionary there is no reciprocal."

Mangosteen darma. Afterwards, Fanny walks in to deliver her boss's order of food.

"Her dessert followed, yes, sir. Ojek's not yet there."

"Yes." Yeah."

As soon as Fanny left the room, Ara immediately interrupted, "You wash your hands first, let me be ready."

"You, you, you. I'm Gusti."

"Hehe ...." Ara roared the horse. "Wash your hands first, yes, Mas Darma. The food let Ara be ready."

"Well, that's dong!" Again, an action that made Ara's body rustle Darma did. He rubbed the top of the girl's head with anxiety before then passing to the toilet in his room.