Will Never Let You Go
A granddaughter?

"It has to be, yeah, buy some new clothes? I exist, really, white clothes," said Ara on the way to the place to buy clothes that are out of nowhere.

"It doesn't have to be, but I want to buy you. Gifts because my boyfriend is so great." Darma stroked the top of Ara's head, then refocused on driving.

Instantly the girl's heart fell apart due to the sweet little treatment. Ara took a deep breath to neutralize the pounding of her heart.

It didn't take long, they arrived at a boutique. Ara got out of the car, then walked freely into the place.

It seems that Darma has been there a lot to see a saleswoman who approached them knowing the name of the man.

"I'm looking for a white dress, sister," said Darma.

The salesman nodded in understanding, then drove Darma to the place where the dresses in question were located. Women in their late 30s also showed some of their latest collection of dresses.

"This "Dress is only three. Maybe you like it." She pointed to three dresses with different models.

Darma took one, then stretched it out in front of Ara.

"I think it's too open, huh. The show's at the same house as the children's parlors, right?" Ara refuses the delicate off shoulder dress that is indeed beautiful, but not suitable for attending Darma's mother's birthday event.

"Hm ...." Putting back the dress in her hand, Darma took out two other limited edition dresses. "You try these two. It's not too open."

Seeing the doubt on Ara's face, the saleswoman who had just listened to tell the room fittings while bringing the dress to try.

As soon as Ara came out wearing a square neckline dress under the knees that fit perfectly on her body, darma's gaze fell on the chest of the girl who looked seductive plus the waist curve that seemed to fit in her grasp.

Ouh, of course Darma realizes his dirty brain remembers he is a normal man. However, he was grateful for having excellent self-control.

"Not that one" said the man followed by a silence.

"Why? It's good, I like it." Ara turned her body to the right and to the left.

"You're looking old." Darma.

Ara's lips pursed. "Times, anyway?"

"The other one tried."

With a gontai move, Ara re-entered the room fittings to try on the final dress.

Knee-length long-sleeved dresses with the top and arms made from tile eventually became an option. Darma and Ara exit the boutique after getting shoes that match Ara's dress and legs.

"Maas ....." Doubt Ara called because of the bad taste because Darma had bought him clothes that would become the most expensive clothes in his closet.

"Yes, Honey?"

Although Darma replied with eyes constantly staring at the streets, Ara still felt sultry with the call until her cheeks blushed.

"Eee ... What does Mas Darma like?"

"Eating, shopping, gossiping, same streets."

Ara's eyes closed with an instant of vexation. "Not that."

"Continue?"

"Yeah ... If you eat, what foods do you like?"

Ara exhaled a rough breath until both of her shoulders came down. "Seriously, dong."

"You want what, anyway?" Darma turned his head. "Want you a gift?" guess exactly.

Ara nodded.

"No need to."

"Well, lah. What about, but don't be expensive if you can." Ara grimaced with embarrassment.

"What, yeah ...." Darma thought. He tapped on the steering wheel. "Oh, that!" The man snapped his finger.

"What?"

Darma glanced with her lips grinning ignorantly. "It's free, Ra. Don't take money."

" Yes, what?" Ara is impatient.

"Here I whisper." Darma asks Ara a little closer.

Ara's forehead frowned suspiciously, though she also did rather than curious. Closing her ears, Ara was made to gawk at what she heard.

"Grandson?"

Darma nodded steadily with a smile that somehow looked very ignorant in Ara's eyes.

"Where can we be ...." Ara did not continue her words. It was a shame to mention the word "married" in front of the man he loved, even though his stomach was now filled with thousands of butterflies.

Married to Darma, had the boy. Aih! Imagine being your own smile.

"Hayoo, what shadow?" Darma.

Ara gasped and instantly changed her expression to mediocrity.

"Think about that, huh?"

"Nhd!" Ara dodged quickly, and it was fortunate that Darma's car had reached her yard, so she could escape immediately.

"Not told to stop by first?" tanya Darma sees Ara with a thump down from her car.

"There is no one at home. You're afraid you're turning into a monster."

"It's terrible, Ra!"

"I'm not evil, but just in case."

"Ck! That's even worse."

Ara laughs at stupidity. "Udah, yes, I'm in. Darma stopped by sometime. Okay?"

"Hm ...." Darma leaned over and kissed Ara on the cheek. "I'm home. You be careful at home alone."

Ara nodded, then waved her hand. He just got into the house once Darma's car had disappeared in a fork near his house.

"Is this the same as Darma? How, yeah, does it feel?" muttered Ara smiled, then ran a little into the house before anyone saw and thought she was crazy.