Will Never Let You Go
Three Years Later's

Three years later ....

In her cramped, messy cubicle, Ara looked at the sales report she had to submit as soon as possible with poignant eyes. Several times he yawned because of the sleepiness that ambushed. It's all because of Junot. His co-worker who should have completed this, but instead was absent due to diarrheal pain.

Lunch time is also passed by Ara just like that because he does not want to overtime. Especially if you remember the horror story that has been milling since he entered the company engaged in the textile industry. Ara directly goosebumps disco.

"Eat first, Sis. Here, there is fried rice with lemon tea so that the more spirit work the report." Mitha— Ara— co-worker who just returned from the canteen put a box containing fried rice Pattaya.

"This month's salary is safe? Pake buy me all food," said Ara.

Mitha was originally a Salatiga. He's in Solo. Go home at least once every two weeks. So, Ara was quite unwell if until her friend issued rupiah for her sake who could still hold back hunger until later in the afternoon.

"Who buys," said Mitha half whispered because she did not want to disturb other employees who have returned to work, "it was a division child next to the birthday, continues the one in the cafeteria treated. Yeah, well, I'll take one serving, for you."

"Huuu ...." Ara cheered softly, then looked to the right and to the left. "Eating is okay, right, huh?"

"It's okay, it's! Instead of getting sick, I'll be the one who bothers."

Not wanting to waste time, Ara also ate free fried rice that she got from Mitha. In the middle he enjoyed his meal, his co-worker turned his head back to his cubicle.

"I forgot to tell you. In the cafeteria, there was hot news. No cans."

"Hot news what? At best, gossip is not quality," said Ara before then sucking her lemon tea.

"Nyeh! Don't spasm if you're horrified."

"Here, lebai! What the hell?"

"Cur wonder too, right, you." Mitha was pleased. He shifted his chair to get a little closer to Ara. "Mister Boss's FWB is pregnant, and they're getting married soon" she whispered.

"Which "FWB is Mr Boss? Ever been here?" asked Ara with a sinless face.

Mitha let out a long breath. It must be patient to have a friend like Ara whose work is very very plate to the point that if you know anything for sure later. "Once, a few times. You didn't see the time?"

"What if I see, my work is done? No, right?"

Mitha rubbed her face in frustration. "Of course! Now the important thing is to wait for the conglomerate's child invitation to be on our table."

The conglomerate?

Ara smiled wryly hearing that word. A word that reminded him of the male figure that still filled his heart, even though several years had already passed.

"Oi!"

Ara was stunned by the clap on her shoulder.

"Kok nagamun? Don't tell me you have a crush on Mr. Aldo, and after he was horrified he wanted to marry you immediately, huh?"

"Nhd!" Ara quickly dodged. "That's back to work, hus, hus." He shook his hand, telling Mitha to refocus on the computer screen in the cubicle of the curly haired woman.

At half-five in the afternoon, Ara had not finished her work yet. A little bit curly he saw his left right was no one.

"Not finished?"

Ara almost shouted if she did not quickly realize that the one who asked was Ruli, the head of her division.

"Not yet, sir."

"More tomorrow."

"Eh?" Ara's eyeballs are slightly widened. "Really, Sir?"

"Yes. I can't bear to see you're so tangled," said Ruli accompanied by oddity.

Ara just thinned the lips. Is that how he looks at the moment?

"Thank you, Sir. Then I'm ready to go home now."

Ruli only nodded at a glance, then left just like that.

Ara did not go straight home, but instead stopped by a baby shop to buy some clothes, shoes, and some trinkets for baby girls. Wasn't it! He bought it not for his son considering he was still just a jomlo. He bought it all for Keyla's one-week-old son.

"Son Ara, let's go in. Keyla can't wait to see you."

Ara smiled, then followed the mother of her best friend. For a moment he was staring at the doorway to see Keyla was putting his child to sleep. It was only when Keyla put her daughter in the baby box that Ara started to step in. "Key ...," he called slowly.

Keyla. An expanding smile was instantly created upon seeing who was coming. "Rb ...."

They hugged. Although the second house is not too far away, but Ara's busyness makes them rarely meet.

"Congratulations, yes, Key. I didn't think my best friend was a mother" said Ara, releasing her arms. After that he gave a paper bag containing baby clothes that had been purchased. "Make your child. Make his mother follow, yes," he continued while approaching the place where now a baby girl with a pink bandana was fast asleep.

"Repots are very, very, Ra. You're here I'm happy." Keyla was moved.

"No bother, really. Got a pretty niece like this time bought nothing." Ara smiled faintly looking at the innocent creature in front of her.

"You want a sling?" Keyla.

"I'm from the office, Key. Dirty, a lot of germs, but .. If not from the office also like I do not dare. It's a little small."

Keyla laughed softly. "When you have your own children, you're not afraid."

"Child, child! I have not yet met you."

"Not yet to see what I was hoping for." Keyla's eyes looked seductive.

"Wish the same for sure, Key." Ara was completely unaffected. He answered with a serious look.

Keyla nodded in understanding. "Yes, hopefully you will soon be met with the man who is your soul mate.

"Aminin, yes. Let reality not be as beautiful as wish." Ara giggling. "By the way, whose name is Key? The conversation from earlier had even forgotten the name."

"Ishana. Ishana Divya Maheswari."

"Oh, Ishana. I thought her name was Hayla. Haris and Keyla." Ara mentioned the name of her best friend's husband, then closed her mouth so that her laughter would not explode in the room.

"As you, Ra." Keyla patted her best friend's arm.

"Yeah, today, right, that's the same fame."

"You'll be the one who's like that."

"Og—"

"Key," Bu Yuli who again appeared cut Ara's words, "His aura was invited to eat first, yuk. I'm ready, uh, at the dinner table. Let Ishana, I take care."

"Mother, really, bother, anyway. I'm, right, used to play here" said Ara.

"Not every day, right, you go here. Uday, Key, there invited."

"Ready, Mom."

Without permission, Keyla dragged Ara out of her room.

"Slow, Key. Stitches haven't dried time. You are the road. I'm the one who shrinks." Ara grimaced, while Keyla laughed instead.

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Ishana\= rich

Divya\= the power of God

Maheswari\=

Yeah, who knows if someone else is looking for a child name 🤣🤣🤣