Will Never Let You Go
Brownies

The fragrance of the cake that had just been taken from the oven was as fragrant as it filled the room. Ara smiled smugly looking at the two brownies baking pans. One more pan, then everything is in order.

"narris, dong. Nyicipin's pengin." Gusti poked his lips, could not bear to see brownies waving for food.

"Later, wait for the only good result is not." Ara rejected the ignorant hand of her sister who was about to menoel brownies.

"Marrel!" The teenager then grabbed a glass to fill with mineral water.

Ara doesn't bully. His attention was entirely on his masterpiece which he planned to give to Selly, the future mother-in-law. While Pak Narto and Bu Ata were also there mesam-mesem see the behavior of his daughter.

Gusti who realized it was continuous interjected, "Mbak Ara seems ready for marriage, tuh. Dad and I just get ready soon to have a gawe."

"Nhd!" Ara protesting. "Girls, tuh, dieman-eman tau!" he said confidently. After all, Ara felt that she was too young to bear the status of a wife. And again, if her future husband is Darma, Ara wants to upgrade herself first in order to be more worthy.

"Lhoh, but if you know Mas Darma later said he wanted to come here with his parents. Mother Ara can boast, hayo?!"

"Udah, no. You guys are the ones who are noisy. People Father, Mother, same Darma is still a henchman." Ata ended a small debate among her children.

"Tuh, listen!" Ara felt victorious. "Help wash dishes if you want to share the brownies." He ruled with the pretence of authoritarianism.

"Damn, males! Mending also played a game." Gusti left the kitchen.

Forced Ara to clean everything by herself after her last brownies mature, while her parents who lately a hobby of gardening have been in the backyard.

Once everything was in order and she had taken a bath, Ara headed for the living room while carrying a laptop and a plate of cut brownies, then thrusting them at Gusti.

"Well, didn't you drive all the way to Mas Darma's house?" tanya Gusti saw Ara turn on the laptop.

"No. I asked for an anter ojol. Anyway today I want the exam list to be the same see the learning video that I haven't been able to watch."

"Ooo ...." Gusti's lips rounded while plucking the brownies.

Ara went back to pick up some documents needed to fill in the registration data. Just a few minutes later, he who was hugging a map gawked at the man standing in the doorway.

"Lhoh, how?" Ara's forehead was wrinkled. His eyes looked for where his sister was.

"Told in, cake." Darma's lips chipped.

"Eh? Yes, here come in, Mas. But, where's Gusti?"

"Going the same place just now."

"Oohhh ...." Ara breathing a sigh of relief. His gaze now fell on the paper bag addressed to him.

"By-by you."

Ara accepted it gladly. "Thank you. I'll drink first, okay?" He had already turned around, but before his feet could take a step, Darma had already pulled his hand and dropped his body into the man's arms.

"Maas ...." Ara was uncomfortable for fear that her parents would suddenly appear.

"Ssttt ... diem! There are no parents." The man tightened his embrace until Ara felt tight and finally let go.

"Mother, you know! Huh, what do you think?" said Ara with her chest up and down like running a marathon.

Darma was sitting there fiddling with Ara's laptop when the girl came back with a tray of orange ice and brownies.

"Do you want a list now?"

"Yes. Mas, try the brownies good?"

Darma's gaze took a little peek. "You made your own?"

"Hehe .. yes. Try cepet."

In the style of an Indonesian MasterChef judge, Darma takes a piece of cake in front of him, then eats it slowly. Long enough and managed to make Ara ketar-ketir.

"Where? Waiting for his comment." Ara is impatient.

Darma laughed until she choked. "Thus .. uhukkk!" He sucked his drink up to half. "Enak, Honey. It's delicious."

"Really?" Ara doesn't want to believe it. Moreover, Darma argued while grimacing.

"Yesaa .... Here, I'm eating again." Back Darma snatched the brownies and ate them while the mangosteen.

"Oh my mother Mas Darma I love that ... will you?" Ara's tone slowly changed slowly.

Darma stopped his chewing. "You made this for me to give to my mom?"

"I-iya ... I kind of like it, huh? I'm scared." Ara became increasingly agitated.

Darma smiled, then pulled the girl closer. Embrace it and give a kiss at the top of Ara's head. "Let's do. Mama, mah, whatever you like. Huh! You know you're going home, I wasn't here."

"Who wants to go to your house? I asked for anterin ojol, yeah." Ara raised her face so she could see Darma, then stuck out her tongue. And at that moment Darma kissed her again.

"Snake!" said Ara while wiping her wet lips due to the actions of her boyfriend just now.

"By itself is not. You know you are now often the topic of conversation at home." Darma laughs. Contrary to Ara who looked anxious.

"What am I talking about, Mas?"

"Bronghost said ... Ara why, yes, abis sleeping in her room Darma so even added diem. So, if you go home again to be interrogated. They can't believe I didn't say anything about you."

"Lhoh, yes, your real family, dong, Mas. Kiss me for nothing, huh?!"

"But, you're actually grinning, aren't you? You are also not aware of my body gre*pe-gre*pe sleep time. So, it's 1-1."

"Nga! Where there was me like that. Me, uh, if you sleep tight like Disney princesses." Ara refutes.

"Want I tell you where your hand was going?"

"No!" Ara refused quickly and immediately grabbed her laptop. "Udah, ah, I want to register first," he added, focused on staring at the screen on his lap.

While Darma immediately rose to his feet when he saw Pak Narto and Bu Ata emerge from the middle room.