Will Never Let You Go
Proposal

After pocketing the blessing and was also invited to dinner, Darma is currently sitting while embracing Ara's shoulder in the front seat of the TV. He looked relaxed, because Mr. Narto had gone a few minutes ago to attend a pendulum in a neighboring house. Ms. Ata of course prefers to avoid because she does not know what to chat with her future daughter-in-law. While Gusti who had returned home after completing the task of his troubled college group only briefly mince words with Darma.

Although the film that is currently playing is quite interesting, but for Darma, seeing every change in the expression of her lover turned out to be much more interesting than anything else.

"Beautiful," said Darma stroking Ara's cheek with her thumb.

The girl looked over with a gawking look. "Mas Darma didn't watch that?"

"Watch, but watch you're not that movie." Darma raised both corners of her lips.

"They're you, Mom." Ara smiled mockingly.

The one ridiculed puffed out a proud chest. "Yes, dong. If not, how could your father be devastated. Cool, am I not?" tanyanya asked for a confession.

"It's cool to see from the roof of the building." Ara.

"Ra! How, is that the same as a husband?" Darma's lips have advanced asking to be clamped using clothes clips.

"What's? Husband-to-be? I haven't been formally proposed yet. Like that e-mail hasn't been verified."

Darma. "Huh! Wait for my parents to come. Soon, I'll ask for her wedding next week."

"Nhd!" Ara pinched Darma's waist.

"Yes .. if papa and mama agree I marry mediocre, anyway, gaskeun. Yeah, no, anyway?"

"What do they want, Mom?" Ara's face had turned serious. His body was also sitting sideways with one leg up to the chair, then bent.

"They never say, but you know what the old man is. Moreover, their acquaintances are many. Maybe the party's gonna be, yeah, eleven twelve Aldo's wedding yesterday."

Ara nodded. Then there is a caste difference between him and Darma. Imagine if she married someone else, or imagine she married an Eagle. Maybe the wedding party will only be held in a mediocre building with a number of invitations that are not too much.

"Kok, dumb-ass?" Darma flicked his finger in front of Ara's face.

Ara blinked a few times. "No, really. No one's dumb."

"Keep thinking what, hm?" Darma sat down sideways, then brought her face closer.

"Mas, don't be whipped, huh. I'll guess what." Ara retreated her body.

"Think what? Come on, answer." Darma is not easily distracted.

"Not thinking."

"We haven't seen you in a long time, but I know you inside out."

"Y-yeah, yes .. I'm again a shadow if really later the wedding is like Mr. Aldo." Ara turned her face to avoid seeing Darma.

"Not that, but ...."

"But?" Darma cupped next to Ara to return to face her, then her other hand grasped both hands Ara who had earlier*mas dress that girl was wearing. "What is your wedding dream?"

"Huh?"

"Marine, dong. Was I pong-pongan wearing that thing?"

"Haish! Don't talk about it." Ara flicked her hands in front of her face.

"Jawab first." Darma raised a sharp look. "Say let me do it later."

"Hmmm ...." Ara rubbed her nape, swooping. "Simple only. Outdoor. Not many people. The same is true of Princess Marino. Do you know Princess Marino?"

"No" answered Darma briefly. His mind was already wandering buana thinking about how to realize his lover's dream. Just now he realized that Darma had never once asked about Ara's dreams. And it seems, starting today, slowly, one by one he will realize whatever dreams the girl has not achieved.

"Mas?!"

Darma. He cleared his throat to restore his consciousness. "What's? Sorry, not sorry."

"Yes, lah. Nightingale. Think what, anyway?"

"Thinking of ways to make your dream wedding possible."

"Mas! Oh, geez!" Ara was not in the mood with her own boyfriend. "Even if it's not like that, yes, it's okay. Not everything we want we can get. That's a long time, anyway. Mas Darma's parents haven't been here either."

"Fastly," cetus Darma. "So soon they'll come here and ...."

"And?" Ara tilted her head waiting for Darma's next words.

"I'd also like to say that there might be a family that doesn't like you, but you don't have to worry because no matter what happens my parents and I will always be on your side. And vice versa, maybe there will be your family who does not like me, but I do not care because the most important thing is you and your parents want to accept me."

And, yeah! Darma's words are true. Two weeks after his arrival, Darma and his parents and some relatives visited Pak Narto's house to propose to Ara.

The application event that was only attended by a few people was indeed simple. And again Darma's words were right, even though the man's family were all smiling, but Ara could feel that they were uncomfortable. Either because of his home, the food he serves, or something else. Ara did not know and did not want to think too much about it. Obviously, he is trying to do the best he can. And if the occasional uncomfortable feeling tickles his heart, then all he needs to do is remember the words of his lover who will always be on his side.

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Pong-pongans. What's the name in your place?