Will Never Let You Go
Unhappy Birthday's

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The shaking of the phone that Ara placed under the pillow made her wake up. At first the girl was like a daze. However, as soon as he saw his room was still brightly lit Ara then realized that he fell asleep while waiting for a call from his girlfriend.

[Would you sleep?]

While yawning Ara read it. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly so that his sleepiness disappeared. "Not sleeping, really," he said as soon as the call he had just made was connected.

"You can't lie." Darma is not easily fooled.

"It's okay. Not every day is it too." Ara's doing the defense.

In her room lit only by sleeping lights, Darma sat leaning against the bed. "Sorry, yes, long time. Mama just kept talking because I just got home now."

"What did I say!" Ara started her talk. "Pity your mama, you know, Mas, often no friends at home."

"Pity aside. That's great too."

Ara pressed her lips which Darma was of course unaware of. The next instant, as he yawned, there was the sound of ruckus from across the phone.

"If you sleep. Don't be forced." Darma is also tired, sleepy, and wants to go to bed soon. However, seeing how Ara forced herself to be the first to wish her a happy birthday, inevitably she had to pretend to be fine. Not to mention her belly that felt wrapped around for some reason, Darma really felt really unhinged right now.

"No sleepiness. It is also said not to be sleepy." Ara snorting.

Darma was silent for a long time. Tested if Ara was really not sleepy like the girl said. One minute, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes .. and yes! The voice of Ara was heard again.

"Mas! How, diem?" Believe me, Ara said that after almost falling asleep because Darma did not speak.

"One more minute." Darma stared at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

Ara's turn is silent. The focus of the girl is now entirely on the red needle that continues to move through the numbers on the wall clock. Until finally the needle reached the number twelve, which means the day has changed. The girl with the tanktop said, "Happy birthday, my dear Mas Darma. May all good and happiness be with you. May you love and be loved more by Arasellia. I love you a lot." Ara gave a virtual kiss three times.

Darma covered her already red face using a pillow. This was the first time she had celebrated her birthday so simply. However, strangely very memorable and felt so sincere speech—and quite narcissistic—from the idol.

"Thank you, Ara, the love of my life" said Darma no less sincere. "Well, isn't it? Now sleep, yes, tomorrow will be very tired because I want to take you to many places."

"But I really don't sleep now." This time Ara was honest.

"Sleep, please. I also want to sleep, turn the energy that's been drained." Darma.

Yeah, her boyfriend's right. Ara complied and a few seconds after they said good-bye to each other, the call was interrupted. Within minutes, Ara was already completely asleep.

Not with Darma. The pain that became increasingly makes him grimace until finally he had to walk quickly to the bathroom because the contents of his stomach urge to be removed. For almost an hour, Darma went back and forth until his body went limp.

Not wanting to die silly, Darma opened the drawer where the medicine is stored. However, it turns out that drugs to lower stomach acid run out. With the rest of his energy, the man with his paled face banged on the door of his parents' room. "Ma! Mama!" He called his mother repeatedly until the door in front of him was opened from the inside.

Selly who initially wanted to grumble because he had been awakened when he was sleeping suddenly awake one hundred percent saw pale lips and sweat flowing in his son's temple. "You sick, Dar?"

"Ma—" Not yet finished Darma said, he broke into his mother's room because again the contents of his stomach are now left gastric juices ask to be removed.

Selly tailed and immediately stomped on Darma's neck to see his eldest son vomiting.

"Ma, is there no stomach medicine?" darma asked weakly as soon as he finished with his affairs. He and his mother walked out of the toilet.

"Your stomach acid is crumpled?"

"Mrs, Ma!"

"Yes, yes." Selly rushed over. "You lie down next to your dad, Dar."

"No. I'm gonna go to the dressing room, get vomited, right." Strained Darma walked towards his room.

Selly who has found the drug sought immediately memapah son.

"The pineapple fish mama" grumbled Darma.

"Sick, yes, sick just don't use it. Moreover, turn on the food," replied Selly sewot while opening the door of her son's room. "You when living in an apartment must also eat it is not clear. Don't say 'no'. This mom is the one who is watching you. Want you how, also Mama know," he continued undeniable.

"Ambilin sweatshirt, Ma." At last it was all that came out of Darma's mouth.

Accompanied by his mouth, Selly gave new stomach medicine and then carried out the command "new master".

Without guilt Darma received a t-shirt from his mother. "Hape same food, dong, ma. My stomach is really, "he said after changing clothes, and handed over his dirty clothes.

"Duh, you, yeah. I'm like Queen Elisabeth's granddaughter. Tell me this, tell me that." Selly nagged with the desire to throw Darma's phone into the owner's face. However, it is not because you remember that it is your own child.

"Ma .. again sick plus sad, you know, I. I think my walk with Ara to Jogja is canceled, deh. My body lemes so much."

Selly did not comment. I'd love to shave, but, uh, yeah, pity. The maroon woman chose to go out to make something her son could eat.

While waiting for his mother, Darma typed a message to Ara.

[Ra, I'm sick. I don't know tomorrow what it's gonna be.]

His father's rooster crowed several times when Ara read the message sent almost three in the morning. He typed in a reply, and after waiting for a while to get no answer, Ara decided to leave the room with a lethargic face.

"I don't think I'm going to Jogja, deh," Ara told her mother.

"Why, Nduk?"

"Mas Darma is suddenly sick."

"Hahahaha .. pity, pity, pity," Gusti slanted in a tone mimicking one of the bald cartoon characters from a neighboring country. Afterwards, she disappeared into the bathroom before hearing an impromptu sermon from her mother.

"What pain?" tanya Bu Ata followed by a long breath.

"No idea, it hasn't bales." Ara increasingly lethargic staring at the phone in his grip never got a notification.

"Maybe some more rest. Ngabarin will also be. You help me peel the onion first," said Bu Ata indifferently, then continue chopping vegetables.

Ara half-heartedly grabbed the knife to do her mother's orders.

.....................

Darma just woke up when lunchtime was over. His body feels so much better. It squirms before reaching for the thing most people are looking for when they just open their eyes.

[What pain?]

A reply from Ara accompanied by a sad emoji. Darma immediately made a phone call considering her boyfriend must be worried about her.

"Mas! How are you doing now?"

Well, that's Darma's guess. "Udah better, but if you want to look okay, really," he said in a seductive tone. However, deep down, Darma really wants to meet Ara on her special day.

"Eeemm, is that okay? You're gonna need a lot of rest."

Darma. This aura only his mouth sometimes seems plain. In fact, in his heart Darma is sure that the girl is also very eager to meet him. "Can, lah! Even cepet healed if tengkokin you."

"An hour or two, yeah. I'm at the store again, help me."

"OKAY. You be careful, yes, the work. I love you a lot."

"Come in" said Darma.

Selly entered with a worried face. "Dar ...."

"Hm .... Why, Ma?" Darma answered soberly because she was checking the email her secretary had sent.

"O-Oma's downstairs waiting for you."

Kontan Darma raised his face. "Gapain to be here again?"

"don't know. You come down. Do not forget to wash your face with a toothbrush first," the woman's message before passing.

Darma squinted his eyes until his eyebrows almost fused when he went down the stairs. There were parents, two younger siblings, and of course his grandmother who had been waiting for him somehow for what business. He cleared his throat so that those sitting in the living room suddenly looked at him.

"What's Oma looking for me?"

"Sit down first, Dar," Ratna pinta with a faint smile.

Darma chose to sit on a single sofa rather than sitting side by side with his parents or siblings.

Ratna pulled out a brown envelope, then placed it on Darma's front desk.

Without saying a word, Darma immediately opened the envelope. Pull out a piece of paper in it, then read it. The man's jaw tightened. With a fierce look, he then said, "I'm not leaving!"

"Oma doesn't want to hear rejection. You're accepted to London Business School, and early tomorrow you'll have to fly there. Oma's booked a ticket for you."

"What is the purpose of Oma doing this to force me?" Darma does not like his grandmother who has gone too far.

"Oma just wants you to learn again and get more experience!" ratna said with the most serious look.

"Not enough, huh, my years of experience in the company?" Darma's a little softened. Hopefully with this his grandmother can be a little invited to negotiate.

Ratna chuckles. "You think being able to sit in the marketing director's chair is purely down to your ability, Dar? Oma could pay a much better person to sit in that chair than you!" she said with a slight smile.

"Yes, already. If Oma can do that why did Oma make me go to business school? Why doesn't Oma let me make what I want?"

In his seat, Wira and Selly could only throw a glance. While Silvia and Bima continued to put their ears so that there was not a single word they missed.

"What's so hard to obey? Or do you mind leaving that obviously unfavorable girl? The girl who will only trouble you! Compared to Imelda, she's nothing."

The veins on Darma's neck instantly protruded. Fingers clenched. His chest rumbled with a new look of hate the first time he addressed the most respected woman in his extended family. "Oma can arrange everything about me, except with whom I date and marry later. Marriage is not about profit and loss. Ara and Imelda, I know what they look like, and because of that, I know who I should choose."

"Oma doesn't care! Leave the girl and go to London or your papa won't get anything other than the ten percent stake he's already received." Ratna took out her ammunition.

Family heroes are wide-eyed. It is not a choice, but a threat.

"Inget, yeah, Dar. Your father's wife is two, and count how much savings he has after his lands are also used to make his son and his other wife a workshop and laundry." A smile of satisfaction was on those red lipstick-polished lips. Ratna felt victorious and she was sure that her beloved granddaughter would obey her. "You ...." The 78-year-old woman continued. "Buying an apartment should last for years. You want to see your mother's old age suffer after she was made to hurt by your father's actions?"

He saw his parents and his two younger siblings who now also look back at him with a sad look. It's a tough and difficult choice for Darma. "Why Oma—"

"Oma does not agree that you are dating, especially until you get married to the woman. What's the lack of clarity until you want to ask again?" The release of a plane ticket that Ratna bought a few hours ago.

Darma stared at the gamang of a piece of paper before him. His family and Ara were two important things in his life. How could he let go of one of them?

"Leave the girl and go to London or your papa won't get anything?" Ratna repeated her question a moment ago. His lips carved a slanted smile with the tail of his eyes pointing towards the doorway. The place where a girl he so desperately did not want stood just before he expressed his disapproval.

The tears that had been sobering were finally all over when his eyes saw that sturdy hand grabbing the paper in front of him. As bad as possible Ara put a box containing a birthday cake for her lover at a small table located not far from her. With a bitter smile, he left the Wirasena residence.

...................

"Your passport, Dar?" Ratna raised her hand asking for important documents used to travel between countries.

Darma, who was putting her clothes in her suitcase, asked back, "Make what? I'll prepare everything myself."

"Oma will take you there and Oma will also hold your passport so that you do not return to Indonesia before your studies are completed."

Without saying anything, Darma handed over his passport. It was up to her grandmother to do what she had to do now was to make her relationship with Ara stay fine. Two years is not a long time. However, it also cannot be said to be short. Remembering the girl, Darma realized that since then he had not checked his phone.

His hands suddenly trembled reading sentence after sentence which was now plastered on the screen.

[Mas I udh selese]

[Mas I'm leaving]

[Mas will come down if I arrive. Shame to see your family later]

[I'm in front of the mas]

[Mas?]

[Mas?]

[Mas?]

Darma immediately snatched his jacket and motorcycle key. It's been nine o'clock and it's lucky that her grandmother has also come home.

"Where are you going, Dar?" his mother was not at all touched.

Darma is riding his sport bike at high speed after he finds a small box containing a birthday cake bearing his name.

Ara came to his house, but the girl did not see him.

Several times Darma was hit by the nagging of other riders for riding a motorcycle in a careless way. But he doesn't care at all. He has to get to his girlfriend's house quickly.

Pak Narto's house was already dark upon his arrival there. Darma reaches into the jacket pocket to retrieve the phone to contact Ara. Went on, but got no answer.

[Ra I'm in front of your house]

The message was also sent, but not read. Darma is getting better. What had Ara heard until she made a phone call dozens of times, but none of it was answered?

The glint of light in the sky followed by the roar of lightning added to Darma's despair.

[Ra out please]

[I can't get to your door on a gini night]

Darma's body slumped into the asphalt. Before long, the night sky spilled its water. Darma smiled wryly. Just last night he said that this was one of his best birthdays. However, God is indeed all about turning things around. Darma laughed loudly. Laughing at his life so bad.

The thunderbolt that never ended in the end made Darma decide to go home. He turned on his motor.

Just then, a curtain was revealed. Ara who had been standing in the living room of his house was now unable to withstand sobs when the motor that he had been staring at without blinking slowly away, then disappeared from his view.

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