Will Never Let You Go
Mall

In the afternoon, wearing only a plain white shirt with an oversize flannel shirt as the exterior and light blue jeans wrapped around her legs, Ara was ready to go watch. While carrying a helmet, the girl walked to the front porch of her house waiting for Keyla.

Not long after, Keyla who came by riding his motorcycle arrived at Ara's house. Because Pak Narto had bought him to watch, then in return the girl offered to piggyback Ara. To save money while reducing air pollution, he said while chatting with Ara this afternoon.

After saying goodbye to Pak Narto and Bu Ata who were picking soursop fruit in the backyard, they immediately rushed to go to a place where young people used to relieve fatigue.

Happy birthday song in the English version is heard in one of the restaurants in Solo Paragon Mall. A candle with the number 78 had just been blown by an old woman who still looked fit at her age who was no longer young. Yes, who is currently on a birthday is not a child, but a grandmother who already has many grandchildren and some great-grandchildren.

"*Happy birthday*, Mom. May you be healthy always and continue to be happy." A girl wearing a salem color dress is seen hugging and kissing a woman who is none other than her grandmother.

One by one those who were there in turn also embraced and prayed for the most respected woman in the family. Some of them also make the event as an opportunity to introduce their lovers to their extended family.

"Happy birthday, Oma. Good-natured, yes, Oma." One family member who is none other than Darma also does the same thing as the others.

"Healthy, Oma, so that later can see Mas Darma wedded," said Bima, Darma's youngest brother.

Hearing that, a pink tinge was instantly present on the cheeks of the girl who this afternoon appeared stunning with her red dress.

"Well, Imelda's cheeks are red, tuh," said one of Darma's cousins. Indeed, he himself is interested in the girl named Imelda. But unfortunately a thousand dear, Imelda blatantly said that she liked Darma when she invited the girl to a romantic dinner at a five-star hotel *rooftop.

Without ignoring her, Darma stepped her feet back into her chair. Then eat typical Thai food that has been served at the table.

"Dar, you don't fuck around, dong, same Imelda. Kasian's 'cause he's." Selly, the mother, who had just sat next to her eldest son, advised.

"Well, there are those who talk to him. Mama's the one who invited Imelda here," said Darma still indifferent. He was a little upset because his mother said nothing to him. Know-how once arrived at the mall there was Imelda waiting not far from the entrance to enter the restaurant where they are now together. Especially his intention if not to match.

After his grandmother's birthday is over, Darma who can read the situation— would not want to be told to drive home Imelda— immediately approached the mother. "Ma, I'm going first, yes, I have the same promise here now," he said in a voice made a little loud so that Imelda sitting next to her mother also heard. Darma smiled faintly at Imelda now turning her face away.

"Now, really?"

"Yes, Ma. Udah, yes, it is not good that he waited a long time. I told Oma, too, just now."

"Yes, I did" Selly replied resignedly. He knew very well the character of his son. The more it is accelerated the more it is disputing.

With the face of sumringah Darma came out of the restaurant. Knowing his mother will certainly continue to look at him until he is no longer visible, the man with a height of 178cm chose to go around first. Darma who is interested in the title of the film that he accidentally saw the poster drove him to stand in one of the queues where he bought tickets.

The man's forehead creased to see the girl standing right in front of him several times turning his head to the right and to the left. He was no stranger to that face. His sharp memory, especially in remembering the kindness of people made it not take long to remember who the girl whose hair was ponytail. She was the girl who gave him a ride a few days ago.

"Ninety thousand, Brother." A cinema employee mentioned the price of two tickets the girl bought which was none other than Ara.

Opening his *sling*bag*, Ara searched his wallet. His breath hunted when he did not find his white square-shaped object. His face paled looking at the length of the queue behind him considering it was Sunday.

"Wait a minute, sister," said Ara as she continued to tear into the contents of her bag.

Seeing the panic of the girl in front of him, Darma took a step forward so that she was now standing parallel to Ara. "Let me pay, brother, plus one more, yes," he said.

Turning her head to the left side, Ara could only gawk at the sight of the man who was the savior of her embarrassment.