Will Never Let You Go
Ended up?

Ara stared doubtfully at the maroon-colored invitation decorated with the silver map that Ruli had just given her. However, because of his curiosity, he finally opened the rectangular-shaped paper. One by one he read a string of letters from top to bottom, and his eyes stopped so that the bride's name.

Ara turned to Mitha who was being amazed by the same thing as in her hand. "Kok, her name is Imelda?"

Releasing her gaze from the invitation, Mitha with an astonished look turned her head. "Keep who? Arasellias? Her name is Imelda."

"Do you have a picture of him?" tanya Ara ascertains whether Imelda in question is the same Imelda who has a crush on Darma.

Mitha's probing gaze lay. It is strange to see his partner who is often indifferent is now so cool with others. "You really feel the same Mr. Aldo, huh?"

"Let's know what's hard."

"Find the IG" Mitha replied lightly.

Without the ba-bi-bu, Ara instantly turned on her phone. Opening the Instagram app, he typed Imelda's name in the search field. A rude gust of breath was heard after he got the wanted account, but it turned out to be locked. "Digamplocks. Are you following?"

Mitha rolled her eyes lazily. However, he still opened Instagram and looked for Imelda's profile to fulfill the curiosity desire of his friend.

Unwittingly, Ara gulps because it turns out his boss' future wife is Imelda who used to be acquainted with him on the birthday of Darma's mother.

Why did Imelda marry Aldo?

The question kept echoing in Ara's mind until the office hours were over.

"Ra, together, yes, to her condition Mr. Boss."

The call from Junot came while Ara was putting her things in her bag. "I'm with Mitha. Yeah, right, Mith?"

"Hm ...."

"Don't be that stiff, dong, Ra. Then I invite you also as a thank you for changing my work," Junot replied honestly. "I'm still nincing Irva if you forget."

The two girls who were ready to go home just nodded.

"Why don't you take her?" ask Mitha.

Junot was restoring his hair in frustration. "The same as the others. Less gurgling."

Just a few laughs filled the marketing division cubicle. Junot put on a flat look so that his already-nurse did not need to be too pitied.

"Hasn't he laugh yet?"

Ara nodded impudently, while Mitha now wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes

"Udah," said the two almost simultaneously.

"Hm, anyway we'll go together, yeah, Ra. When I went to my kayak place alone. Shame on lizard."

"Ntar also met there. The point is that we both. Okey? Let you also have his side. Yeah, right, Mith?" Junot asked for approval which immediately got a nod from Mitha.

Ara snorted, then draped her bag over to the shoulder. "Whatever you say, my God," he said as he passed.

"Well, what's wrong, Ra? We're leaving both."

"Retail it."

"Sipp."

Arriving at the parking lot, Ara opened the bag and searched for the key. As soon as he could, he who was about to put the key into place had to jerk because someone from behind suddenly snatched the small object from his hand. Ara. His words were stuck at the end of his mouth to see who did it.

"Balikin" he said a few moments later. His hand that was about to retake was actually held back by the man in front of him.

"I'm anterin. Let your bike be taken with Cahyo."

Ara felt deja vu, although the conditions were not exactly the same. "I can go home by myself. Take my hand and turn my motor lock."

Darma fluttered with eyes staring intensely at every change in the look on Ara's face. "I'm anter. It's raining soon."

The weather that afternoon was indeed cloudy, but it did not make Ara just comply. "Don't you care. We have nothing to do."

"We never break up" Darma argued quickly.

Ara looked at Nanar Darma. "When you pick up the plane ticket, it's when our relationship is over" he said, painstakingly so that his trembling voice was subtle.

Darma was dumbfounded on the spot.

Ara who felt Darma's check on her hand loosened quickly pulled her hand and snatched the key of her motorcycle. With a thump, he turned on the motor and left in front of the man.

Darma blinked a few times. Realizing that Ara had vanished from his sight, he immediately headed for the car and followed the girl.

True said Darma, not half the way Ara came home, the rain immediately fell without drizzling first. Ara pulled her bike over in front of the closed shop, then opened her motorcycle seat to take a raincoat. However, damn! The thing sought is not there. Only his brown jacket was there.

Ara wearing. It was better than wearing only a blouse that was already wet and a little display of his underwear. Ara hugged her body to ward off the cold. Why has he always been unlucky to meet Darma? Was he and that man really not a match? Huh, soulmate! Clearly her parents alone secretly disagree she is related to Darma, and honestly it became a burden for Ara because she could no longer pour out her heart freely to her father and mother.

It's not the same anymore. Everything's changing.

Ara was stunned from her daydream when a ten-year-old boy approached her and pulled a raincoat on her.

"This is for Brother. Worn, yes."

While gawking Ara received it, and before he asked who had given it to him, the boy had gone through the rain that was still falling profusely.