Will Never Let You Go
Fretfulness

This Sunday night was different for Ara. Yeah, how not? It's been almost an hour in his room. Thinking of the right words to convey to his parents about Darma that will come tomorrow afternoon.

"What day are your parents at home?" darma asked as they enjoyed the ice cream served as dessert.

"Sunday."

"Okay, I'm going to your house on Sunday afternoon."

Ara ketar-ketir saw the clock was pointing at eight o'clock passing. His parents are not the type who likes to be literate until night. So, most likely they will head to the room to go to bed soon.

Trying to bend his head, Ara was actually made shocked by her sister who also came out of the room.

"What are you doing, Ma'am?" gusti asked with a strange look.

"Nothing. You're not out?" Ara diverted the conversation.

"A lot of errands" said the young man while taking mineral water from a gallon.

As soon as her sister returned to the room, Ara's mouth was seen muttering as she convinced herself before finally stepping foot in front of the TV, where her parents were sitting.

"The book, yeah, geez. There-there's aja. How's that wearing, huh? Make it hard," commented Bu Ata saw a singer whose lifestyle was always glamorous was wearing a dress that he thought was strange.

Mr. Narto did not respond. His gaze instead fell on his daughter who had just sat herself in a chair not far from him. His forehead shriveled slightly hearing Ara call out to him and wanted to speak seriously.

"Sir, there's something I want to talk about."

Ata immediately turned down the volume of the TV. His soul immediately ignited. Especially when his eyes saw his daughter looked nervous.

"What by the way?"

"Tomorrow someone wants to play here," said Ara deliberately made long-winded.

"Who? Your work?" Ata ma'am who said.

"Main, yes, play is okay. You're not banning." Pak Narto was relaxed.

Ara took a slow breath. Were his words so bad that his parents didn't respond enough? Or are they both intentionally?

"Not a job."

"Keep who? By the way that's obvious, Nduk." Ata seemed impatient.

"Mas Darma who wants to come," Ara's great-grandson while anxiously looking at her father and mother.

Ara nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon Mas Darma will come. I'd like to meet my father with my mother."

Believe me, Ara's heart skipped a beat after saying it. Her parents who had not responded made her bite her finger.

"Well, what do you want to say, Ra?" asked Mr. Narto, then glanced at his wife with a meaningful look.

"You want to bed you?" cetus ma'am Ata was never wrong.

Ara's lips could not resist the beautiful curvature was questioned so by her mother, and perhaps also her cheeks had issued a red tinge.

"Yes, Ra?" Father confirmed.

"Y-yes, yeah. Father same mother tomorrow just what she wants to say. Yes, yes, Ara wants to go to the room again. Take a break." The girl retreated from before her parents who were now looking at her with a smile that was hard to decipher.

At the same time, Darma is also now sitting with his parents to talk about his desire to invite Ara.

"Pa, tomorrow I'm going to Ara's house. I want to see his parents to say something serious."

"You're looking for someone's child, tuh, your son, Pa." Selly who had been told in advance by her son also spoke.

"You want to go with Papa Mama, Dar?" ask Wira lightly. Previously, the man whose hair had turned white had also been told slightly by his wife.

"No, Iah!" Darma refuted quickly. "I used to come, Pa. Later if his parents have agreed, set Papa usually when."

"If you don't agree?" The hero seduces his son.

"Definitely agree. No way not," said Darma confidently.

Wira and Selly throw each other a glance with a smile.

"What's it gonna take, yeah, Ma, there?" Darma asked for an opinion.

"What, huh?" While scrolling through her phone screen, Selly came to think.

"The old-school bull of Berta can, well, Ma." His father proposed.

Selly flicked her finger. "Yes! You want to, Dar? Same with Mama addin cheesecake."

"I gave it all to Mama" replied Darma. He did not care, only from earlier his mind was busy stringing the right sentences to melt the hearts of Ara's parents.

How the husband and wife responded especially if later they discussed about him who suddenly disappeared, and now when he reappeared he immediately proposed to their daughter. Darma really doesn't know where to explain it from.