Will Never Let You Go
Ngidam 2's

After the drama of gudeg peker finished, the next week Darma was a little happy because Ara did not ask for a strange thing. At least occasionally ask to make special milk for pregnant women. Presumably his wife has also begun to understand what is acceptable and not accepted by his stomach. If hungry, the woman will make avocado juice because of its high folic acid content or if bored she will eat pears that have been cut into pieces. Mama Selly said pears are good for reducing nausea. So, Ara diligently ate it, despite the fact that she did not feel any change. However, well, at least he did not vomit as often as before.

Until Sunday night arrived, Darma who had appeared neat, ready for a date with the agenda of watching a movie with his wife seems to have to be delayed because Ara who just came out of the walk in closet with a clear face said, "Mas, I want lontong satay."

"Yes, I'll buy it."

"I want it now before I watch it. Laper mumps so they can eat a lot."

Darma looks cramped. They will watch Darma's favorite superhero movie that has been awaited for a long time. Darma did not want to miss because Aldo was already watching and if his friend knew he failed to watch, guaranteed one hundred percent of Aldo's bucket mouth would be spoilers.

"It's okay if you can't, but Mas Darma watched it himself first. Later I followed after eating lontong satay," said Ara as if she knew what was on her husband's mind.

"Can, really, can." The man's subconscious reminds him that his wife is a top priority.

"can you? Tomorrow is not necessarily a ticket to watch again, you know." Ara tested her husband.

"The movie can watch sometime. The most important thing is you."

Ara smiled brightly. She grabbed her husband's arm out of the house. Along the way his lips still faithfully curved upwards.

Darma drove his car casually through the streets in a daze looking for a satayman. Because, according to his wife's request, Ara wants to eat lontong satay by the roadside. Darma doesn't matter the place is clean.

Once found a satayman who seems to fit the criteria—ramai and net—Ara interrupted, "Mas, if later pesen inget, yes! I just want lontong satay not to use the satellite."

Darma, who just turned off the car engine, turned his head with widened eyes, "Kok that?"

"I don't want to. Cape ngunyah meat. Later in the mouth will not even be able to ketelen."

"Yes, let me eat."

The look on Ara's face scowled dislike. "Kok you have the heart, anyway, Mas, eat satay while I just eat lontong?"

"Yes, you eat the satellite too. When to buy lontong with the same roof?" Darma's tone showed a bit of annoyance. After all, is it hard to just eat what you want and ignore what you don't want to eat?

"And I said I didn't want to use it. A long time! I want to eat food that is chewed. Don't use me all. Say shameful to buy it! There you go watch. I can take a cab home." Ara was already willing to open the car door with a face of a flood of tears, but of course Darma would not let it.

"Sit here. I buyin." His tone has returned to normal.

"No need. I'm here, I bought it myself." Ara remained firm.

"I'm aja. You're here, calm down." This time Darma.

Ara added a sigh shortly after her husband got out of the car. He feels guilty, but honestly he's not making it up. He just wants to eat lontong satay with peanut seasoning in the absence of satay in the same pack.

While Darma feels like he wants to drown himself when he mentions an order that suits Ara's wishes. Luckily, the saturator was understood after Darma said if it was the desire of his pregnant wife.

The man came back with a familiar face. In his heart, Darma also felt guilty for being out of control. He should not have spoken loudly to his wife. To the woman he said he loved with all his heart, soul, and body.

"It's your pesenan." Darma handed him a white plastic bag containing lontong satay without satay.

Ara accepted it carefully.

Seeing his wife just holding on without any intention of opening, Darma interrupted, "Not eaten?"

Ara misinterpreted her husband's words. He thinks Darma is still upset. Be, he said softly, "D-eaten, coke."

Ara's plan opened the plastic in her lap. However, before he managed to grab the contents, Darma's hand had already gotten rid of the food. Her husband suddenly hugged her.

"Sorry .. sorry I accidentally snapped you. I really don't mean that."

Ara's crying broke again filled the entire car. "Mas Darma is not wrong. I was the one who asked her weird. Shouldn't be obeyed." Stammering he said.

"And you're pregnant, it's natural to ask for something weird. Don't cry, yeah. Want me to bribe him for lunch?" Darma unravels their embrace.

"Eat it alone" replied Ara while removing her wet cheeks.

Darma. "Go home, yeah. Going for a walk tomorrow? Where do you want to go?"

Ara's forehead frowned in thinking about what kind of place she wanted to go to, and she immediately commented on the smile once she knew where she was going. "To park. Want to swing a swing."

Play swing, doang? Small, Men!

On Sunday morning, Darma and Ara actually go to the park that provides children's games such as seesaw, prosuban, and of course swings as Ara wants.

Darma lips that since from home to sing the smile slowly fade as the minute by minute passed the park began to be crowded by small families who brought their children for recreation at low cost.

"Ra, already, yes, the swing ride," said Darma felt bad to get an unpleasant glance from the mothers around him because Ara had not yet wanted to get off the swing. Many children lined up.

"And just a minute, Mom. I don't want to," Ara insisted uncontestedly.

"But, Ra—"

"There's no buts. Why, anyway, Mas, a whole lot of fun? I just want to play today. Tomorrow, too, will not be. Maybe it'll be here again if you have kids." Ara exhaled a rough breath. Feeling bad about her husband.

"Yes .... Don't be angry, please. Her beauty is gone. Today play as much as you do, right? I push you?" Darma is like babysitting a five-year-old.

Ara nodded. "Mauuu .. but, slowly. Fear of falling."

Darma thins his lips, then obeys his wife's orders. Really, he had to thicken his face and heed his ears. He felt like he was surrounded by enemies who could attack him at any moment.

......................

[Congrats, your prayer is answered]

It was a message Darma sent to Aldo before leaving for the office the next morning. The frustration in the man has not gone away. Yesterday, he had a chat with a young mother because Ara did not want to get off the swing for hours. In addition, Darma was forced to fight because the woman uttered a sentence that made his wife sad, such as, "Many women are pregnant, but not kayak nybelin your wife."

After that, Ara became moody all day until this morning. Darma knows his wife is still sad, but Ara tries to hide it by pretending to be okay.

Towards lunchtime, booming laughter filled Darma's room. Who else would have done it if not Aldo. The man who soon officially became a father was widened until his eyes watered. He shook his head, unable to imagine how the face of his friend from the era of Junior High bought lontong satay without the satellite. "Oath! I think I should thank your wife very much," he said with the rest of a very annoying laugh in Darma's eyes.

"Laugh lo! I doain—"

"What's? What do you want to doain?" Aldo. "You want to doain later on Imelda my lahir is grabbed, scratched, constantly being scolded? I'm not afraid, I'm back."

Darma. Both hands are now folded on the chest with one leg raised on the other. His brain did not stop thinking about Ara. What if his wife is still sad? What can she do to make the woman she loves smile again?

"Actually, I also think of something, anyway, Dar," said Aldo who was actually also sorry to hear his friend's wife was said to be annoying.

After all, the person who was talking about Ara was a woman who had already been pregnant. He should be aware that his speech can affect a person's psyche, especially pregnant women tend to be more sensitive.

"What?"

"My baby is the same Imelda is still breech. In fact, Imelda insists on her normal desire for fear of surgery. While I can't do anything but give up everything the same that's got life."

Mangosteen darma. "Yes, I can only do the best for you and Imelda with your children."

"Hmm..thanks."

The mood became quiet. Aldo is busy with his thoughts, while Darma is with his cell phone. He was typing a message for Ara. I want to make sure that his wife is okay.

Darmasenes

Babe how are you?

^^Arasellia^^^

^^^I am good at mas^^^

^^^That I am sick?^^^

Darmasenes

Afraid you're still thinking yesterday

Worrying about stress

^^Arasellia^^^

^^^ I really am nothing^^^

^^^I am also wrong would not want to replace the same others^^^

^^^When they are children I am already great^^^

Darmasenes

Hmmm ....

What will he bring home later

^^Arasellia^^^

^^^Terserah mas aja

Darmasenes

Don't be up to me

You want what again

^^Arasellia^^^

^^^Hmmm what yaaa^^

Long enough Darma waited for a reply until finally a voicemail from his wife came in.

"If not ngerepotin later Mas Darma came home to stop by the supermarket to buy bath soap, yes. Soap if all can be bought one-on-one. I like fragrances again, but do not want to smell your fragrance. Bosnians."

One sec.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Aldo's laughter filled the room. "Gue came along to buy soap, yeah, Bro, but I saw it from afar. In exchange, you can use my credit card to pay. Hahahahahaha .. crazy! Lo's wife is really cool to crave," said the man was so satisfied to laugh at his friend.

Darma didn't say anything. All he did was get out of the chair, open the door, then let his friend to immediately lift his feet from his room with a look of wrath.