Will Never Let You Go
Prewedding

H-7 wedding, Ara and Darma still have to undergo the last prewedding photo session that carries the monochrome theme after some time ago they underwent the first session that took place at Pok Tunggal Beach, Gunungkidul, where the wedding took place, Yogyakarta, and at the end of last month underwent a second session with a glamorous theme. However, already thirty minutes waiting, Ara did not even find her lover's car coming to pick her up. He was even more anxious when dozens of phone calls were made and there were no answers.

"Oh!" Ara snorting. Walking back and forth in the living room of his house with a feeling of unease.

From the inside, his mother came, and looked at the wall clock. "Not going?"

"So, but, Mas Darma hasn't been here yet. The phone wasn't picked up either." Ara dropped her ass on the chair. Back checking his phone for the umpteenth time, and nil.

"Call the other one try. Did you make a pact with the photographer?"

"Nickup mom?"

"Yes, whatever. His sister can too."

Hearing her mother say the word sister, Ara could only grimace. She and Silvia were very awkward. Different if he meets Bima, he can be much more relaxed.

"Udah yet?" Ata looks impatient.

"Yes, it's gonna." Ara had no choice but to call her future mother-in-law.

"Hello, Ara." Selly's voice sounded after the third ring.

"Hello, Aunt. I'm sorry, I'm gonna ask you, Mas Darma is home, isn't he?" asked Ara cautiously.

"Oohhhm ... Darma! Just left for your home. Sorry, yes, Ra, Aunt was on a free day car. I don't want to wake up Darma. Sorry, yes. You waited a long time, huh?"

"No, really, Auntie. Yeah, I'm waiting for the Mas Darma."

"OKAY. Good luck with everything, yeah."

"Yes, Aunt."

Twenty minutes after the call was switched off, Darma revealed his nose shaft. With a sinless face, the man displayed a wide smile in front of Ara.

"Babelle!" ketus Ara's.

"Yesaa .. sorry. Earlier, Malem was invited to play PS with Bima until the morning and mama did not wake up and even took advantage of CFD."

"Yes, nice, dong. It's healthy, kok, even said gegayaan." Again Ara nagging.

"Iyaaaa .. just keep your in-laws."

Ara kontan turned her face. Holding back the shy smile he was reluctant to show in front of Darma. Why is it so easy for Darma to say things that concern the status of such a wife and in-laws? Inner Ara shouted. Kan, so embarrassed to the point that Ara could feel the warmth creeping on her face.

"Cie, shame, huh? Red cheeks, huh." Darma looked at Ara with a closer distance.

"Appaan, anyway. Yuk, let's go." Ara pulled Darma's arm impatiently.

"Eh, no part, Ra."

"Whose same priest? The walls? There's no one home. I just left I don't know where." Ara continued to pull her lover's hand until she arrived beside the car.

"Yes, yeah. It's so bad, anyway. PMS again, huh?"

"Yes," replied Ara origin.

"What really?" darma asked seriously until his hand that was about to open the car door failed.

"Why?" Ara's gaze took a sharp look.

"No, it's okay. Yuk, go. Find food." This time Darma really opened the door.

Again and again Ara nagged as she sat her body in the car seat. "Udah is late, you know, Mas. Ngaco you."

"Sign up, it's okay. Same with me, mah, relax." Darma blinked one eye.

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Because Darma are too much about the food they want to eat, they just arrived at the photo studio after lunch. It is true that the photographer and others—such as make up artist, hair stylist, and fashion stylist—no problem. However, what makes Ara goiter half-dead is because of the reason given by Darma that they are late because of her stomach pain.

"OK, ready?" ask a photographer named Indra who was still good friends with Darma.

The bride-to-be nodded, then according to the direction of the photographer they changed poses.

"You want a hot pose, don't you, bro?" ask Indra.

"Bakso kali, ah," replied Darma soberly.

However, they still according to when Indra asked a fashion stylist to unbutton the top of the oversize white shirt worn by Ara, then pulled it to the side to display the girl's smooth shoulders.

And, yeah! In the end the pose where Darma kisses the shoulder swallow*jang Ara from behind became a favorite photo for the man. As for Ara herself, there was a butterfly tickling her stomach every time she saw the pose where Darma was raising her head, revealing her protruding jaw, and Ara was asked to touch it.

"Before you go home, I take you somewhere first, yes, or want to eat first?" darma asked Ara as soon as they left the studio.

"Where was it?"

"There, lah. Are you laper?"

Ara nodded. It's four o'clock, but his stomach is hungry again. Maybe tired after the style in front of the camera. "Eat first, yeah."

"Still far away, Mum?"

"Awhile more. Tired, huh?"

"No, it's." Ara answered honestly. Yes, whatever he wants now does not matter because since two weeks ago he has officially resigned along with the spread of his wedding invitation with Darma.

Shocked of course. Those who are one division with Ara gawking get an invitation from colleagues who have been jomlo.

Darma turned his car, crossed the descending road and stopped.

"What place is this, Mom?" With a frown Ara asked looking at a very simple gazebo on her left side.

"Come down to know."

Ara flicked her shoulders, then opened the car door. Breezy wind that comes from frangipani plants welcomes it. He gasped to see a large cemetery plastered in front of his eyes.

Without saying, Darma had already held Ara's hand into the cemetery. The black-tailed man stopped as soon as he arrived in the central area. His eyes circulated, then stepped back after finding a tomb with a headstone that read "RATNA WIDJADJA".

Ara gulped. His head turned and saw Darma was ready to crouch down. Ara followed him and with a nearly swallowed voice she called out, "Mas ...."

Darma. "This is oma's grave."

"I should have brought flowers here."

"Usually before the turn was a lot of selling flowers. Maybe because it's late afternoon, the seller's home."

Ara nodded briefly.

"Ra ...," call Darma while slipping Ara's hair covering her face as a result of being blown away.

"W-yes, Mom?"

"Sorry .. I'm sorry on behalf of oma. Sorry that Ima never hurt you. Please, sorry, yes, Ra," said Darma. His voice was hoarse, his eyes were red.

Again Ara nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Oma has been like that for a long time. Strenuous. What his wish must be done." Darma begins the story. "But, there may be one wish he did not fulfill because he was already called."

"What's that?" ask Ara lirih.

"Look at me getting married" Darma replied with a line of forced-looking smiles. "I'm sometimes angry at the oma, but I admit, I might not be the Darma now if there wasn't him. You know my own family. Papa has another wife. Mama was busy getting angry at papa while taking care of Silvia who was still a baby. I ... no one pays attention to me, except for oma."

"Let's not even see Mas Darma getting married, but I'm sure oma is seneng because you're following her will to continue college." Ara smiled, then rubbed Darma's shoulders slowly.

"And I'm also sure that now I know that his favorite grandson is not wrong to choose a beautiful, smart, and hardworking woman who is now in front of me."

"Gombal." Ara sneered.

"I dare lie in front of oma."

"Hmmm .. yes, yes. Bersihin, yuk."

Darma.

They then cleaned the dry leaves that littered the tomb of Oma Ratna, followed by offering prayers before finally leaving the burial area.

The two arrived at Ara's house when the day had changed.

"Mas ...," call Ara as soon as her fiance turns off the car's engine.

Darma had just turned her head and had not had time to say anything when suddenly Ara hugged her.

"Not wrong, would I choose you to be my husband? I love you and trust you, Mommy."

Stretching his arms, Darma then said, "Why suddenly ask me that? Do you doubt me?"

Ara shakes. "I'm just scared."

"I love you too, Ra. I'm definitely trying to make you happy. Don't be afraid, yeah. In the future, we're all facing each other, okay?"

The aura of the mangosteen followed her tears that fell down her cheeks. "One more week" he said.

"See you next week." Darma kissed Ara's old forehead. "Yuk, down. I said goodbye to my father and mother for the last time as your fiancee."

Ara smiled, but strangely her tears were flowing more and more. Never had he felt like this before. Happy because soon to be able to unite with the man he loves, but on the one hand also sad because later no longer living at home with his parents.

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