Will Never Let You Go
One Fact's

Already since morning Ara felt her stomach break. Not because of diarrhea, but because of the groggy taste that arises because soon Darma will pick him up to be invited to the man's house.

"Mom, how are you? I'm afraid, nih," she lamented somehow for how many times. "Do I pretend to be sick, yes, let it be postponed." An idea of the market was on his mind.

"Hush! Can't lie that, ah. I'll be later." Ata reminded me.

Ara poked her lips. His nose was already deflated due to the anxiety that shackled.

"Udah .. shower there let the fragrance continue and beautiful. Don't frown, ugly!"

"I was never ugly?" ara is narcissistic.

"Often" said Gusti, who had just returned from the store after helping his father. "There are photos of Ma'am Ara who again drooled when she fell asleep while studying yesterday. Wanna see? Still fresh from the oven."

""Gus! Don't fuck with you." Ara threaten. His right hand was already clenched and pointed at Gusti.

The teenager chuckled. Not at all affected by the threat of his brother. After all, even if it was really a jotos fight, he would have won.

"Mandi, Ra, no fight. Just a moment more ... Well, lhoh!" Not finished, Ata said, the sound of a car stopped in front of the house.

"I'm taking a peek." Ara had already ngibrit first.

Relieved mixed with annoyance when he found out that the car was not Darma's, but belonged to the pot credit maker with all his bad luck tet*k. Ara turned around and immediately grabbed the towel.

"Lhoh, isn't it Mas Darma?" tanya Gusti who was rummaging through the contents of the refrigerator, looking for something to eat.

"Credit card."

"HUAHAAHAHA." The son and mother laughed.

I don't know how long Darma has been in his house, but it is clear when Ara just came out of the bathroom his mother immediately told him she was waiting.

"When you're told to take a shower, take a shower. Now Darma has come even ready ballom. Kasian tau if told to wait a long time." Ms. Ata nagged.

"Yes, yeah. Mom here used to help pull the zipper, "Ara's pinta before she got into the room.

He opened the door with his hair still wet and disheveled. "Mother, help me to cool my hair. I want to dance," he asked.

"That's it!" While continuing to grumble, Ms. Ata received a hair dryer proffered to her.

Twenty minutes later, Ara was ready with a light blue blouse combined with white pants. Soon he came out to meet Darma who may have been sore waiting, but hopefully not until the hour.

"Sorry old."

Darma put on a sweet smile, then nodded slightly. "No pa-pa. Ready yet?"

Darma got up, then said goodbye to Bu Ata and asked permission to take her daughter to meet her parents.

"Yes. I'm tipping Ara, yeah, Mas. Be careful on the road."

"Mother just relax. I will definitely drive Ara home without any abrasions.

Darma's car drove out of Ara's yard. Many times Ara took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. The nervousness grew to the point that he did not dare look at Darma.

"Rb ...."

Ara jumped as Darma grabbed her hand.

"What'd you do?" ask the man again.

"No-no, really. Why, Mas?"

"I want to tell you something important." Darma lowered the speed of his car a little.

Ara's heart was racing. "W-what?"

"My wife's my dad's two."

"Huh?" So surprised Ara to rewind her body.

"Yes." Yeah." The man behind the wheel smiled faintly. "You don't want the guy we met at the workshop when you picked up your bike?"

Ara could only nod.

"He's my father's son from his young wife."

"But why ...." Ara bit her lower lip, undoing her intention to ask something that seemed too sensitive.

"But, what, what? Ask me not pa-pa."

"Eee .. but, how, like your age?"

"Name Linga. I'm the same she's three years different and this Lingga still has an older sister." Darma's face is hard to read. It looks calm, but it's like keeping something that's hard to express. "My father was remarried to another woman, when my mother was pregnant with me."

Ara could not be made to speak with the words of the man next to her. Darma that looks perfect in terms of appearance with abundant wealth, in fact save something very painful.

"But don't worry, Ra. Because I'm not going to do the same thing as what my dad did to my mom. I'm serious about this relationship and I want us to get married. I love you, Ara." For the second time, Darma kissed the back of the girl's hand.

"I love you, too."