Will Never Let You Go
See You Tomorrow's

Back with a pale face made Ara successfully asked by Mitha.

"You, what, that? Are you sick, Ra? Was the report wrong? Or are you being scolded?"

Ara's soft headband gave in response. Although half-dead he tried to be mediocre, but in fact from earlier his eyes could not not be careless.

"Cantin, yuk. I think I'm a soy sauce," he asked a moment later.

"Yuk, Iah!" Mitha immediately put the items on the table into the drawer, without being laid out.

Ara queued in front of the meatball stand with a cup of sweet iced tea already in hand.

When she turned around after receiving a bowl of meatballs, Ara looked again at the man she was avoiding, but at the same time wanted to see him walking towards the car. Office cafeterias that are filled with glass make those on the inside can see the outside, and vice versa.

"Oy, ngalamun. Her meat's on a cat new to know taste!" Mitha who had also gotten the desired food made Ara stunned.

"Most of his cats who wear yellow clothes," chirped Ara glanced at the clothes Mitha was wearing.

"Haish! Bummer."

Ara just laughed, then the two walked towards the still empty table. As usual, the atmosphere of the cafeteria is not crowded nor quiet considering some employees always choose to eat outside.

"Eh, Ra, that's, uh, his future wife Mr. Boss." Mitha suddenly stirred up to stand up.

Ara's arm which is also a victim of hoopla automatically makes the meatball sauce in the spoon so spilled. "Low, here."

"Slain a little, have. Cepetan stand up if you want to know."

Because Ara used the event to clean up the spills of meatballs, so when he stood up he did not see the person in question. "Where? There's not one either."

The mesam-mesemic aura it makes. He who does not see, but Mitha who feels loss. People are sometimes weird. Which is not his business sometimes the most eager to take care of, but the turn that becomes his responsibility is even lazy to do it.

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Unlike Mitha, her mother was no less chatty when Ara arrived at home with a lethargic face and a weak body.

"You sick, Nduk?"

"Just a little soy sauce. Oh, yeah, I bought Mom's favorite food." Ara pulled out a small plastic bag filled with honey-fried bananas.

Ata accepted it with a warm smile. His family life is much better now. She also no longer helps her husband in the store because they have hired two employees. "Thank you, yeah, Ra. After this you immediately clean and continue to eat, yes."

"Mother why, anyway, use thanks-you all. If Mom is happy, Ara is happy too. Take a shower, yeah." The girl smiled back, then slid into the bathroom.

Unlike usual, tonight after eating her dinner, Ara went straight into the room. He's breaking his body. Take a deep breath for a few moments.

Actually tired that Ara meant was not her body, but her mind. His thoughts were fixed on the man he had met after four years of not meeting. Great, yes, even if only a few minutes see it even without any interaction, but able to make his heart ravaged.

Ara straightened her body. Walking towards the dresser, she opened the drawer and grabbed a small box, then took out the contents.

A memory card is now installed on his phone. Whether it gets power from nowhere, Ara now boldly opens the gallery and sees one by one her photos.

Her fingers stopped on the photo during her first date where she and Darma were photographed against the backdrop of a lantern. Ara smiled blandly looking at him.

In another corner of Solo City, a pair of eyes are also now observing the same photo. The difference is, his thin lips carved a smile full of hope about what happened after he was reunited with his girl.

"See you tomorrow, Arasellia."