Will Never Let You Go
How Time Flies

Unlike the brides-to-be out there, Darma and Ara also live a pingitan tradition for one week. It may seem like a moment, but for the two who almost meet every day it feels like a sewindu. Okay, that might sound lebay. In fact, for Darma who on the first day was made badmood half dead because his phone was hidden by the mother is now much more henchman like a kitten. Yeah, well, who can still be on installments when the wedding day is in sight?

In his old gray room, the man sat on the edge of the bed. Breaths were heard several times before he turned his head when he heard the door of his room being knocked.

"Lake in."

The mother appeared with a glass bottle in her right hand that Darma believed to be a multivitamin and a glass of mineral water in her left hand. "Drink vitamins first, Dar."

"Repot-repot, anyway, Ma. Just call me to come down. Usually that's it."

Selly smiled thinly. "intentionally. Actually, it's just an excuse. Mama just wants to talk to both of my mother's children who turned out to be really big."

"Maa .. what the fuck, anyway!" Darma pretended to be stupid and immediately turned his head the other way once he found his mother's eyes glazed over.

Selly chuckles. He looked at his eldest son deeper, and it was successful in making Darma uncomfortable.

"If you want to see me, I keep mending out."

"Aren't you asking for advice from Mama?"

"Every day can be, too" said Darma kekeuh.

Selly put on a smile, then grabbed her son's arm to face him. The woman then held Darma's shoulders, and said, "Mama doesn't want much to say, Dar. Mama just wants a message that you will be a husband. Be a faithful husband. Don't sift your papa. Enough, enough mama who felt how the pain. Not with Silvia or Mama's daughter-in-law. You know that Mama will come forward to fight you if you macem-macem. No, yes, Dar. Don't hurt Ara."

Darma nodded with her face and ears already red. "Ma ...," she called out in a voice holding back tears.

Without a word, Selly immediately hugged her eldest son. "Mama's happiness is to see your children happy, and being able to see you get married is one of them" said the mother accompanied by a swab on the back.

Behind her mother's back, Darma cleared her throat to remove the hoarseness. Taking a deep breath to stop his crying, he then broke the embrace. He looked at his mother with a troubled look. "Can you, yes, Ma, am I happyin Ara? Keep him like his parents were guarding him all this time?"

"Can, must believe it can. Yea?"

Darma. "Thank you for everything, Ma."

"Who are you, Dar, Dar." Sally chuckled while wiping away the remaining tears on the cheeks. "Just don't be too self-absorbed. Let everything go as it is. Slowly learn to understand each other better. Understand the ugly traits that date time still hides."

"Maaaaa ...."

"You don't get mad at Ara if she nagged because you're hard to build because yes .. You're that smilebelin, Dar."

"Maaa .. lest Mama has leaked to Ara, huh?"

"Yeah, tell me thinly, lah, let him not be surprised. Are you ready for the clothes you want to take to the hotel?"

Darma pouted, then shook his head. "Not yet."

"Yes, no, ready. Yuk, Mama help." Selly stood up, but not with her son. "Dar!"

"Where was my first phone?" Darma raised his hand.

"No! I'll see you tomorrow."

"Maye ...." Darma held her mother's arm so she wouldn't step. "I didn't do anything, really. Just want to read my chat history with Ara."

"No, yes, no! Cepetan. Late, Ihoh, later. My mom is not ready either. Not ready to have papa, have Bima. Hadehhhhh, dizzy," complained the mother who was shouting at the end to call her daughter. "Jnnill ... Sageaaaa ...."

"Whataaaaaa, Maaaaa?" From the room which was two rooms with the room her brother Silvia said no less tight.

"Space check Bima. Look at him ready yet."

"Okeeeeeee."

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In her room, Ara had just finished packing the clothes and items she was about to bring when her mother approached.

"All right, Nduk? No one missed?" asked Bu Ata while sitting on the edge of the bed, followed by Ara a few moments later.

"No, Ma. It's just a little, the day after I came back here and went to Mas Darma's house."

"Keep the honeymoon?"

Ara smiled and nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Later, before leaving for the honeymoon, come here again, huh, Ra?" pinta the mother.

"Yes, definitely. Darma said that too, I'm."

Next, Ata gently stroked her daughter's hair lovingly, and with the most soothing smile she said, "Mother's prayers are always with you, Nduk."

Suddenly Ara became melancholy. In the next second, he was already in his mother's arms. "Thank you, Mom. I'm sorry Ara can't be a child who can boast and make Mom happy."

"You always make me proud." Ata glanced at her husband who since a few minutes ago was standing in the doorway of Ara's room.

The middle-aged man was also moved to see his wife and child embrace. However, that did not make it to join because Pak Narto did not once express his affection with physical actions.

"Darma's driver gets picked up, Ra?" asked Mr. Narto to make the arms of his wife and child released.

Ara rubbed her wet eyes. "So, maybe soon come," he answered looking at the frog-shaped alarm clock on the nightstand.

"Yes, already, then I'm ready too, huh?"

Ara nodded. After the death of his parents, he still sat observing the room which after this would only be a memory.

"Mother."

The call made Ara look over. "Guss."

Gusti who was standing in front of the door of his brother's room began to step in.

"What's wrong?" tanya Ara stood up. However, he still had to look up a little because his height lost far with Gusti.

"Hopefully the wedding of Mbak Ara and Mas Darma tomorrow is smooth, yes."

"Yes. Thanks, Gus."

For a while the brothers just kept quiet and stared at each other. There was a twinkle of happiness, an overflow of emotions, and sadness in each other's eyes.

Ara shed tears first before she finally stretched out her hand. Quickly, Gusti hugged his older sister. And after all these years, the young man's cry broke out. There was a sense of loss, but there was also a sense of happiness that enveloped his heart.

Ara was sobbing considering that after this it would be rare for him to be able to fight again with his sister, quietly because of trivial problems, and racing who would be faster to enter the bathroom in the morning. Ah, remembering her makes her chest tight.

And, whether we realize it or not. It was their first hug after the last time the two hugged when Gusti was probably still a toddler.

How time flies so fast.

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Take care of your health. Not even a month I've been pat twice #here I'm a tasajompo #ringkih #curhat