Will Never Let You Go
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In a white midi dress showing her smooth shoulders, Ara is ready to attend her boss's wedding. Junot's car stopped in his yard shortly after he sat his body in the living room seat.

Tonight, Junot appears dapper in a white shirt suit without a tie and a black suit. Her pomade-treated hair made the man's appearance look a little different than usual.

"Such prepare, Mas," ledek Ara just after opening the door.

"Yeah, who knows if there's anything bad. There are old people?"

Ara nodded, then went in to call her parents.

Since this wasn't Junot's first time coming, it wasn't too difficult for him to simply ask Ara's parents for permission.

The star hotel ballroom where Aldo and Imelda receptions are held has been decorated in such a luxury ranging from the entrance to the pelaminan decorated with thousands of flowers.

Orchestral music is melodious. Accompany the invited guests who have started to get crowded. Ara along with Junot circulated a glance looking for the table that was already set for them.

"Hey ...."

Mitha's hand lamba made the two breathe a sigh of relief. They walked over to the table where his partner was sitting. There is also Yudha and Risty, part of the marketing division who are more often heroes in the field than sitting sweetly in the office.

The show hasn't started yet, but I don't know how many times Mitha pulled out her phone to take pictures or videos, and then uploaded them on her social media. The girl was even more excited when famous presenters Indra Herlambang and Yuanita Christiani who became the MC of the wedding opened the event.

Shortly thereafter, the double door of the large room opened, thousands of pairs of continuous eyes leading to the place. The place where the bride and groom will appear, then walk through the hallway to the pelaminan.

Ara directs her phone camera to capture the moment as well as proof that she was present at her boss' wedding. But something surprised him again. Ara's body suddenly froze to see the groomsmen who walked backwards and took a woman who tonight also served as a bridesmaid.

Ara let out a long breath. Convince her that she's okay. However, how strongly he denied, in fact there was a throbbing pain in there. Her heart. There is a sense of disbelief to see Darma holding another woman, although judging from the actions of the man who again tried to approach her, he believes Darma has nothing to do with the woman.

"Sit down, Ra."

Ara flinched as Junot nudged her arm.

"Why do you do that at a kayak gini place?" Junot asked again with astonishment.

"Again daydreaming the most if the wedding wants to like this," said Mitha.

Ara snorted, then chose to taste the newly served drink rather than serving her friend's babble.

In the middle of the event, thousands of mobile phones returned to the stage when the top singer of Indonesia—Judika— brought the first song for the bride and groom. All smiled brightly, except for Ara whose gaze continued to be fixed onto the seat occupied by Darma.

"Well, my head's dizzy, yeah." Mitha nibbled her temple.

"Yes, same with me." Risty.

"Well, is this an alcoholic drink?" Mitha raised a small necked glass containing a yellow drink with pieces of fruit on the lips of the glass.

"Yesn ...." Junot answered. "What do you think is that? Syrup Marjan?"

Ara shook her head, and Yudha was broken.

"Laugh at you, Jud! How am I turning it?" Risty complained as well as expressed her confusion. Referee once if you go home by taxi drunk. Yeah, although not until the hangover, but this is his first experience to feel the sensation of such a drink.

"I'm anterine, deh. So confused at all." Yudha.

"Me too, Jud." Mitha volunteered.

"That's really ajaaaa .... Kosmu in the west, my home in the east. No, no." Yudha refused strongly.

"Dianterin Junot, Mith. You guys are in the same direction." Ara proposes.

Junot did not mind, but on the other hand he felt bad considering he had promised Ara's parents that he would escort the girl safely home. "What are you, Ra?"

"Taxi, right, there's. Relax, Jun. I'm, right, not drunk isn't like, nih, boy two." Ara smiled looking at Mitha and Risty keliyengan.

"okay."

As previously agreed, once the event was over, Risty returned home with Yudha and Mitha being escorted by Junot.

"Are you really okay, Ra?" junot asked as they were already in the courtyard of the hotel. "I can anter you after Mitha's anther."

"No need, Juni. Back there I also wanted to find a taxi. Look, it's Mitha oleng that."

"Hmm .. You be careful, yes. I said when I got home."

Ara just nodded. After Junot and Mitha passed from his presence, he took his cell phone in the clutch to book a taxi online. Ara looked up after repeatedly ordering, but none of the drivers received her order.

Until finally a warmth enveloped him. Ara looked down. A suit was already draped over and covered his open shoulder. He turned his head, and at that moment his eyes met the eyes of the man who a few weeks ago blocked him when he was about to go home from work.

"I'm anterin home."

"I can do it myself."

"I know, but I want to take you. There's something I want to talk about. You wait here, I'm gonna grab a fucking car." Without waiting for Ara's approval, Darma had already left, and soon returned with his Mercedez Benz.