Will Never Let You Go
The Best Appetizer's

The next morning, Ara could only look up when she was ready to leave for work, but once she opened the front door of her house, Darma's car filled the yard.

The man got out of the car and did what he had been accustomed to a few weeks ago. Asking Ara's parents for permission for the girl to leave with him.

As much as possible Ara put on a mediocre look when saying goodbye to her parents until finally sitting in the car seat of her lover.

"Mas Darma shouldn't bother like this. Our office is going in a different direction" said the girl as if unable to stem the irritation in her heart.

"Usually if I do not have a meeting or do not wake up bad luck also gini. Why do you suddenly not like it? Still mad about the semalem?" Darma clucked at the end of his sentence and rolled his eyeballs lazily. Intention to apologize even been treated first to the face of his girlfriend's lash.

Ara clenched her mouth tightly, although her heart was eager to scream out all the emotions.

"I'm just worried. Afraid you're okay, and you know I'm busy right now." Darma looked at it for a moment. Examine how the look on his girlfriend's face is at this time. However, he did not get an answer because Ara was currently looking out the window.

"But not in that way. My position is not much, but to get to this point is not easy. I have to kill a lot of people."

"Know, I was if it wasn't easy for you. You are great to get to the point now because of your hard work. I don't think I'm wearing an insider so I can sit in the director's chair." While saying so, slowly Darma raised the speed of his car. "You are also lucky to have parents who always support you, defend you, and free you to choose what you want. I don't think that anything has been arranged and must be submissive, without anyone defending let alone understanding."

Like an orang-in-waiting, now Darma is driving his car at high speed. The SUV type car shot across the protocol road that was quite quiet because the school children's clock had passed. Next to the man, Ara gripped her seat belt with a pounding heart.

Crazy one! Darma is completely insane. The man did not even pierce when many horns as a form of swearing were fixed on him.

"MAS!" Ara squealed as Darma's car nearly nudged a motorcycle.

Again, Darma seemed indifferent. The man in the old ash shirt just smirked thinly.

"Mas, stop!" Ara's orders.

Darma turned his head for a moment, then increased the speed of his car before turning into the office area owned by his friend.

"MAS!"

"Udah arrived" Darma replied as soon as his car stopped right in front of Aldo's office lobby.

Ara's shoulders went up and down along with her still irregular heartbeat. Taking off her seat belt, Ara glanced at Darma with an angry look.

"If you want to die, don't take the ploy!" open the car door and close it pretty tight.

Darma restored his hair in frustration, then returned to running his car in a very arrogant style. However, in the afternoon Darma came again to pick up Ara.

On the doorstep of his office lobby, today Ara looked up for the second time to see the car that he was riding in was plastered in front of his eyes. Ara chose to pretend not to look and walked in the other direction with very quick footsteps.

"By!"

The cry sounded from behind Ara along with her wrist that was blocked by Darma.

"Where are you going? Come on, I'm anterin home."

"I want to go home by myself." Ara pulled her arm, but Darma's overpowering grip made her efforts futile.

"Cannot. I picked you up this morning, I should have brought you home.

Parau Ara said, "Let go, Mas, please ...."

"We're in the car, I just got off."

"Maas ...." Ara's shoulders trembled and slowly her cheeks were wet with tears.

Bugh! Bugh! Bugh!

The fist flew into Darma's chest. Yeah, who else did it if not his own girlfriend. Ara hits Darma before finally agreeing to the call to get into the car.

In the car, Ara's cries grew. I don't know, the louder the voice, the more relieved the feeling.

While Darma who has been sitting behind the wheel successfully made a crime. "Ra, I'm really sorry. Please, stop crying, please."

"I'm tired, Mas. My body hurts all, but you're even hot, not cool, rese!" racau Ara hit Darma's body again. This time in vain.

Darma tries to stop her by forcibly hugging Ara. "Yes, I'm cute, not cool, keep on rese. Therefore, I'm sorry," he said as he stroked his girlfriend's back.

"Maas ...." Behind Darma Ara's back whining.

"Yes, why?"

"Sorry ...."

"I'm sorry for what? You are not wrong. I was the one who made us fight."

Still in Darma's arms, Ara shook her head. "Maybe it won't be this big if my mood is no longer a mess because of the monthly guests who just arrived this afternoon."

Darma stretched out his arms, then said, "Your stomach hurts, dong."

"Yes, it was noon. Now it's light."

"Pity of my future wife." Darma stroked the top of Ara's head. "Eat first, yeah. What do you want to eat?"

"Eumm .. what, yes .... Ramen? I think it's good, deh." Ara carved a timid smile. What did Darma say? My future wife? Aih! It was so successful to make thousands of butterflies in his stomach fly.

"May, but I'd like to eat the appetizer first."

"Huh? What's?" Ara did not understand.

"appetizers. Here, oh." Darma leaned in. Clenching her face until she managed to grab Ara's red lips for a few seconds.

"Your lips is the best appetizer I've ever tasted" said Darma with a smile that was so sincere, but also seemed a little naughty.

Ara smiled. Not because touched, but because Darma's lips are now red because of the lipsticks. "Mas, your lips are red."

"Huh? How can?" Darma immediately opened the camera application on his phone for use with glass. His pupils widened to see his lips as a lipstick belonging to his lover.

"Kok, gini, anyway? Usually not," he said while reaching for a tissue on the dashboard of the car.

"So morning because of badmood I carelessly wear lipstick. It turns out that it is the one that is not waterproof. This one over here isn't clean." Ara took a tissue, then wiped one corner of Darma's lips that still left a red stain. "Mas, if it's a good time, yeah, I kissed your shirt collar, kept going back and forth I called your mama while crying out to say you're a neko-neko."

"Raaaa .. don't bother, deh. We want to get married, you know. The day after we leave for Jogja make the first prewedding photo. Inget it," said Darma pouting.

"Yesaaaa .... Funny, huh, if gini." Ara pinched Darma's pursed lips like a donald duck, then wiggled it until her boyfriend's face moved to the right and left.

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Your lips is the best appetizer I've ever tasted \= Your lips are the best appetizer I've ever tasted