Will Never Let You Go
Apartments

After the story was about to end, I just realized that many are "miss". So, it doesn't fit the title. But, yawdahlahya anyone read aja sukur

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Ever since the day her grandmother came and told her about her S2 study enrollment, Darma has been cranky. The 29-year-old also rarely went home, preferring to sleep in an apartment he had not lived in for a long time.

Darma squinted when the curtains of his apartment room he opened using a remote. It's ten o'clock, it's worth the tummy rumbling. He grabbed his phone that was on the nightstand. Dozens of notifications in the form of short messages and calls dominated by "Little Rentiers" contacts seemed to fill the screen.

Darma clicked on the phone image icon in the top right corner. The call was connected and not how long did the voice of the girl across there sound alarmed.

"Hello. Darma, it's okay, right? From yesterday afternoon no ngabarin."

"Sorry, yes, yesterday went home from work straight to bed. Just keep waking up now."

"But really, really!" Ara sneered.

"Aren't you busy?" darma asked unaffected by her boyfriend's taunts. His head felt dizzy considering himself the last time he had lunch yesterday.

"Mas Darma's sick, huh?"

"Kok, you know?" Darma grimaced while switching positions and his head throbbed in pain.

"Your voice is different. I want to go there, but ... You're still in the apartment, huh?" There's a little fear in Ara.

Imagine, when in Darma's house at that time they could be alone in the room. Especially if in the apartment, where there really is only him and Darma. There must be a strong fortress so as not to plunder. Because of Ara's mischief, as an adherent of *** after marriage she will not give herself to a man who is not her husband.

"You're worried about me doing you?" guess Darma exactly. "I promise I won't do it before we get married, but if you kiss me you can, right? Dizziness, Ra, lemes, but no food. Come here, please." He begged.

Ara thinned her lips, thinking how good it was. She had no heart, and again perhaps this was a chance for her to ask why Darma had suddenly been living in an apartment. "Send the address."

"okay." Darma smiled faintly.

Not until one minute, a message containing the address of Darma's apartment entered Ara's phone. The girl grimaced because it was quite far away and the weather today was very hot.

A chill ran through Ara's jacket-covered back as soon as she entered the lobby of the multi-storey building where Darma was waiting for her. The man was wearing only a T-shirt and shorts showing his hairy legs. Ara so gulped.

"Cape, huh? Let me bring it." Darma forcibly retrieves the grocery bag in Ara's hands, then they join hands in the elevator.

The girl was planning to cook because she was confused to buy food that suits her boyfriend's taste. Yeah, although the cuisine is not necessarily delicious, but people say that cooking with flavored love must taste more special.

"Your hands are angets, Mas," said Ara, then placed the back of her hand on Darma's forehead with a little tiptoe. "Duh, you have a fever. How, didn't you say?"

"It's okay. You will also be healed."

Ara thumped lips.

The elevator that carried them had reached the eighth floor, the floor of Darma's apartment. The man pressed a few numbers while telling Ara how much the pass code was.

"Why am I being told?"

"Let's not bother opening the door if you're here."

"Aren't I afraid I'll drop your things?"

"No, Iah!"

Darma ruffled Ara's hair. They stepped in and headed straight for the kitchen. "Can you use an electric stove?"

Ara scratched her non-itchy nape, then shook her head. "Teach."

"I don't understand too much either. I tried it first, yeah. You fire the fire extinguisher there, so if the fire does not burn down one building." Darma is not a scare. He was serious about his words.

And Ara was actually standing next to a small red tube that was placed against the wall.

They both laughed foolishly when they were proficient in operating an electric stove, and now Ara had concocted the seasoning. Just wait for the water to boil then the ingredients remain limp-templung.

There is no scene of Darma hugging Ara from behind because to stand for a long time Darma's head feels swirling. The man chose to lie in bed as long as his girlfriend cooked.

Enough with twenty minutes, chicken soup that is still steaming with a sprinkling of fried onions on it has been presented in front of Darma.

"Say I said no good." Ara threatened first, before committing her first bribe.

"It must be delicious, 'the micinnya much," chirped Darma kontan make the mood Ara ugly.

"Bad in his mouth. Eat it yourself, gih!" Ara put the bowl on the nightstand, then moved.

However, before he left, Darma held him back. "Swinks, Honey. Sit here." He uncovers the blanket, asking Ara to sit opposite him in bed.

Ara doesn't want to just follow. He held back, making his body stay in place. His eyes scoured far away, staring at Darma's dark iris.

"Don't believe me?" The man took his hand off the girl's wrist, then grabbed the bowl of chicken soup and ate it quietly.

Make people's children feel guilty.

Stepping in doubt, Ara sat her body where it was before. "Sorry ...."

"I also know the limitations of times," said Darma indifferently. "You think I'm a cute guy who if you're both girls in the room immediately want? Do you know how many girls I kissed first?"

Ara's heart is heating up. She doesn't know how many times her boyfriend has dated and how far Darma has gone with her ex-daughters.

"Aren't you asking how many?" ask Darma again.

"Make what?" reply Ara while turning her face away.

Darma smiled thinly, then cupped next to Ara's cheek to face her back. Not only that, with his free hand, Darma also grabbed Ara's waist, pushing her to the point that she was now lying on her stomach.

Ara's eyeballs bought with a crazy heartbeat. Since when also the bowl in the hands of his girlfriend has been beautiful in the nightstand.

"The answer is only one. You." And Darma did not let Ara speak anymore because she had quickly sued*sap cherry-red lips belonging to her lover.

When he felt his lungs needed oxygen, then Darma released his lips. The breaths of the two were panting with the chest going up and down. Warm breath they spread across each other's faces.

Darma cupped both of Ara's cheeks, then said, "Inget these words of mine, Ra. Until whenever I won't leave you, unless you choose to go."