Will Never Let You Go
Uncomfortable 2

Again and again Ara had to feel left out when she got in front and her butt had just landed on a chair, a man named Aldo who was a close friend of Darma approached them.

I don't know what the two are talking about, but it is quite successful to make Ara like a fool in the middle of a sea of humans in the Wirasena family residence.

"Five." In fact, when Ara called the family's youngest son, Darma did not turn her head at all.

"Yes, why?" Bima had a glance towards Darma, before her eyes were completely fixed on Ara.

"Where can you tell the toilet?" Yes, the toilet is the best place to briefly avoid the discomfort that whack.

The teenager immediately pointed out where the nearest toilet was, and Ara went back inside the house. Heading to a place that might make his heart feel a little better. But in fact, his decision was wrong.

Ratna's voice caught her sense of hearing. Which made Ara slow down her steps.

"Maybe Darma could bring a girl like that to the house. What's the point of trying to get him to date that girl?"

"Surely his Darma likes Ara. Oma don't think heavy. Newly dating, not necessarily until marriage too." Imelda's voice sounded.

"Well, I hope, Mel. Oma wishes you were married to Darma. Let the offspring is also good because it was born from a family that is equally charming. If he is the same .. ouch, can not shadow, deh."

Not wanting to hear the continuation of the conversation of two different women of that generation, Ara who felt tightness instead of playing her feet quickly.

As soon as he entered the toilet, he directly sat his body on the toilet. Wanted to cry, but could not shed tears. Ara really did not know how she should behave after this, and she also realized that coming to this house was a mistake. This is not the place. He doesn't fit in there. However, regardless, they were Darma family. Girlfriend's family.

Several times he pressed the flush button so as not to arouse suspicion. There might be ten minutes he was inside, before then deciding to go out considering Darma could have been looking for him.

"Mom!"

Well, right, right!

The man whose hair was always neat though not combed approached with a worried look. "Where are you going? I've been looking for it."

Ara clucked in heart. Wasn't Darma busy alone?

"I'm from the toilet, Mas. I'm sorry I didn't have to say anything in a hurry."

Huh! Why am I the one apologizing!

"You're all right, aren't you? Your face is a bit pale gini. Want to rest in the room?"

"No, no!" Ara quickly refused. "It's not that there's a break that's even in modusin."

Darma laughs. Even if Ara wants to, she absolutely does not mind to miss her mother's birthday event and replace it by hugging her boyfriend until satisfied. "Keep what? Drinking your anget tea?" He offered.

"You."

After that, they went back to the front, listening to series after series of events. Ara can't focus. The words of Ratna and Imelda continued to ring in the ears.

"Ma."

Tonight, for the umpteenth time Ara flinched.

Darma's forehead puckered, his gaze looking in wonder. "Why are you, all of a sudden, so gini? It was time to leave instead of just a twinkling, huh?"

"No-no. It's okay, Mommy."

A slow breath sounded. Ara who was too easy to read her expression made Darma know something was wrong with the girl. However, if Ara had not been willing to tell a story, she would not have forced it either.

"We ate behind us. Not here."

"Why? Someone will find you, Mom."

"Belvin. Yes, yuk." Darma asks Ara to stand up.

The girl complied as Darma took her to the food stand. They sat in long chairs in the back garden. Silent. Ara did not want to say anything after finishing her meal. He just wants to go home, but Darma has permission for his parents if they come home late.

"Why you?" Suddenly, Darma hugged him.

Ara's still tight-lipped.

"Sorry, yes ...."

"I'm sorry for what?" Hardly did Ara ask that. The fear of her holding back tears was known to Darma.

"Sorry just now nyuekin you. You're angry, aren't you, because I'm preoccupied with talking to Aldo?"

"Not angry, really."

"lik! The proof is you don't want bales hugging."

A soft snort sounded. Ara still did not want to hug Darma back until the man who intervened to wrap Ara's hands around her waist.

"You know, if anyone doesn't like it, say, yes. A good relationship is one that communicates well. I am busy sometimes, sometimes with a lot of thoughts. So, if you still have to be told to guess ... do you not like me?"

Ara raised her face, and at that moment Darma kissed her.

"I love you so much, Ra. Want to marry you. You are the best. The most important thing to me." He tightened his embrace.

Along with that a drop of Ara's tears fell. "I love you too, Mom."