Will Never Let You Go
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With a casual look, namely a white T-shirt equipped with a black blazer and pants with matching colors, Darma down the stairs of his house.

Just as he set foot on the first floor, his mother, who seemed to be leaving, came over with a sizable paper bag in hand, and gave it to him. "It's cake. You want to leave now?"

"Yes. How, yeah, Ma? I'm confused." Darma scratched his head. Yes, at this moment the man expressed his anxiety.

Selly stroked her son's shoulder. The smile calms him. "Say it slowly. Relaxed. After all, your intentions are good."

Darma nodded, then from the direction of the stairs appeared the Wira who was also ready. It seems like her parents are really going to leave.

"Papa, Mama, where are you going?" ask Darma.

"Mau sauna. Hehe .... Be careful, yes. Don't forget to pray for the blessing of Ara's parents. Yuk, Pa, we're cus." Selly grabbed her husband's arm. Waving his hands before exiting the main door of his house with a beaming face.

Shortly after the sound of her parents' car disappears, Darma rushes towards Ara's house. The door of her lover's house was already open as soon as she got out of the car.

With his heart racing, Darma finally knocked on Pak Narto's door after three beats. In his heart, the man wished that the one who appeared first was Ara.

Ara, please, Ara ....

Gayung. Ara came from the side of the house. The girl looked fresh with a knee-length floral dress and her hair was still damp. "Have you arrived? Yuk, go in first," he said with a smile that this time looked awkward due to the nervousness that was also whack.

Darma. Once inside, he only realized that the house that used to be frequented has now undergone many changes. Especially when he looks outside. There is a minimalist garden that is quite refreshing to the eyes when viewed while sitting on the terrace.

"Mother's the same mother at home?" ask Darma while landing his butt in a chair that has again changed from the last time he went there.

"They are not going anywhere because they know the arrival of a great guest. Want me to call you?" Ara blinked one eye, flirting.

"By!" Darma's face stiffened. "Love drink first, cake."

"Yesaa .... Just a minute." Ara go inside.

While waiting for his girlfriend to return, Darma tapped her index finger on the thigh. His heart was already irregular. His views continued to circulate researching anything, although the results remained the same. Not focused!

The nervousness was no longer able to hide even Darma's tongue when he saw Ara appear carrying a tray containing several cups of tea and market snacks along with his parents who walked behind the girl.

Gluey!

Darma stood up. With an awkward smile he greeted Pak Narto and Bu Ata.

They then sit. Darma who sat opposite Pak Narto made him unceasingly smile while occasionally glancing at Ara.

"Drink first, Mommy." Pak Narto.

"Yes, sir." Darma grabbed the teacup and sipped it a little. When he put his cup back, he remembered the old walnut sponge cake and cheesecake he brought. "Oh, yes, this is for the same Father Mother," he said presenting a paper bag containing cakes to Bu Ata.

"False, Mas. Repot everything." The pleasantries of Ms. Ata.

"No bother, really." Again, Darma glanced at Ara. The girl looks like a henchman in her chair.

"You cold?" darma asked to see Ara rubbing her hands.

"No. Gatel. Bited by a mosquito."

"Mosquitoes have been a lot lately, Mas" said Pak Narto.

"Yes, sir." Darma took a deep breath. It was enough for him to talk. Now he had to convey his purpose of coming to that house. Yeah, gotta! Darma won't take much longer. "Previously maybe Ara had told Father the same Mother, if I came here to convey something important."

Pak Narto and Bu Ata looked at each other. Darma looked at Ara with a smile that implied that she was not lying about her words. While Ara only responded with a timid face.

"Something matters what, Mom?" Although a little much has been heard from Ara, but it does not seem afdol for Pak Narto if you do not hear directly from the man who said he would propose to his son.

"I like Ara, and my arrival here wants to ask for the blessing of Father and Mother. I want our relationship to go up to a more serious level" Darma said with a pounding heart.

Ms. Ata glanced at her husband who now lowered his gaze. Long breaths were also heard several times.

"I'm sorry, before I wanted to ask," finally Pak Narto opened his voice, "did Mas Darma's parents already know about the purpose of Mas Darma coming here?"

"Yes, they know." Darma looks enthusiastic. Of course, this was an opportunity for him to convince the Ara family that his family accepted the girl with open arms. "I told Papa and Mama, and they supported me. So, if you and Mom agree, then I'll invite my parents to come here."

Mr. Narto reviewed the smile with a hint of laughter coming out of his mouth. However, it is undeniable if there is confusion on his old face because that is how the man expresses his anxiety when in front of others.

"I also want to apologize" said Darma again attracting the attention of those sitting with him. "Four years ago I went to London to continue my education. Previously I had promised my oma about that one, but because of the preoccupation of working, I buy time. It makes my oma impatient. He secretly registered me and was accepted. My sudden departure made me unable to say goodbye to Father, Mother, and also Ara. I really don't feel good when I remember that. Because of that, my relationship with Ara became tenuous. I'm sorry, sir, Mom."

Mr. Narto is just a mangosteen. Feeling that it is not a matter of meaning because deep in his heart and mind is now fully only focused on his daughter. A heavy breath sounded. Mr. Narto straightened his body that was leaning on the chair, then said, "Actually all I think about is one, Ara. She's my only daughter so I'm very worried about her. We know that Mas Darma people are, while we are weak gutters. The person who is below. Is Mas Darma confident in his choice? Already steady?"

"Yes, I'm sure," said Darma straightforwardly. "And for that one ...." For a moment his breath was held. "I don't think Father and Mother need to worry because my family never had a problem with it. Everyone is the same, only good and not what distinguishes them. That different problem ..everyone in the world is not the same either. Me and Ara ..we were once close to the opposite sex, but never quite this match. Regardless of what their family background is. So, I hope that Father and Mother will give their blessing. Since I told my mom, she also urged me to invite Ara to play at home. My mother really wanted to meet Ara after a long time no see."

Okay, Darma's last sentence is a lie, but it's okay, isn't it? Once for the sake of the continuation of his love story. Also called promotion.

"What are you, Ra?" asked Pak Narto end-to-end handed everything back to his daughter.

Ara mengu*lum's shy smile.

"Do you? So wife?" darma's chirps add a pink tinge to her lover's cheek.

"Hm ...." Ara nodded, then smiled showing off her row of white teeth.

That's all, but enough for Darma. Because after that, Pak Narto could not do anything but support and pray for what had become his daughter's decision.

weak gutters \= earth locusts

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I want to say thank you to those who want to read this story. Eve-hawa wants to end feeling a lot of lack, want revision, but, really, yes ... malazzzzzz