Will Never Let You Go
Om-om

"Ashila wants what? Burger or pizza?" ask the father on the way to the mall.

"Eumm ... Shila wants bulgel, pizza, potatoes, ice kim, same boba."

"Nooo ...!" His mother quickly refused. "Shila can only choose each other later plus ice cream."

The little girl clucked. His lips were pursed in annoyance. "But, Shila wants it allaaaa," she said half-calling.

"Shila is not finished. Mami wants to eat ramen."

"Do you want ramen?" ask Darma.

Ara nodded. "You want to, don't you, Mas?"

"Hmmm .. if you don't want someone to sulk later," he replied according to. After all, it was not eating what was important, but with whom he ate and spent his time. You love slave!

"Who is craving. If you want to eat something else, yes, there. But, alone," said Ara cynically.

Darma. "Isn't that bad?"

Ara turned directly in the other direction. Lazy to see her husband's face.

"City ...." Darma rubbed his wife's arm. "Are you really craving?"

Ara still did not answer. Childish indeed. In fact, it already has an tail.

"Babe, look here, dong. Look at your pretty face." Flirtation for seduction continues Darma. No matter the child and driver hear. "Darling .. I, you know, eat always follow you. It matters that you're with Shila."

Ara. Can't stand his mouth being silent. "lik! Follow me, but abis it comes blah blah blah blah ...." His fingers moved around mimicking the mouth of a duck as he recited a fairy tale to Ashila.

"Yes, not anymore." As was mandatory, Darma stroked his wife's hair and kissed her forehead.

"Shila wants to be kissed too!" Finally after a moment of neglect, Ashila exclaimed.

"Yeah, here kiss," answered Darma and Ara almost simultaneously. They showered the tops of his daughter's heads with a kiss. The old man chuckled. Although already have children, but honestly sometimes both are still like dating people. I like to argue about unimportant things.

The MPV car that Mr. Surip drove finally arrived at the mall. The little family came down and entered, while their driver was looking for a parking space.

"Ashila wants ramen too?" ask the mother.

"Mauuuu, but later buy the same ice kim pizza, yes, Mami?"

"Yes, honey."

Japanese restaurants are usually visited Ara is always crowded, no matter the weekend or not. Therefore, they had to wait a little longer and it was a success to bore Ashila.

"Mayei ...."

"Yes, Honey? Why?"

"To that, yuk." Ashila pointed to the toy store that could still be seen from where they were sitting.

"New time to buy toys?" ask Ara. He does not want to obey the wishes of his daughter, but if you sit down it feels lazy to stand up.

"Can't do it, huh?" Ashila pulled out her mainstay. Put on a bleached face.

"Can. Yuk, same with Papi." Like a hero of bad luck, the father immediately recited.

Ara Kontan glances dislikes. His eyes seemed to say 'habit!'.

Darma is indifferent. "Yuk, Honey. Shila wants what toys?" he asked when the princess was already in a sling.

"You mutel plinses that have transparent wings can sing just as hard, huh, Papi?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's a lot of stuff."

"Yes." Yeah."

Ah, given that she remembered her daughter's wish yesterday morning.

"Shila wants a baby, Mommy."

Ara thinned her lips, and she looked at her son and husband. The distance that is not too far makes him able to see if two people he cares about are busy choosing toys. Because believe me, the child who said he wanted a toy, will later return with a different toy once out of the store.

Ara who used to sing a thin smile because her husband was like djahili by his own child was stunned when suddenly a man sat in the chair in front of him.

"Sorry, Mas, the chair is there that nquatin," said Ara intended to expel.

The man did not answer. Fun to play mobile.

Ara was still trying to think positively seeing the table next to her being cleaned up. Maybe the man in front of him was waiting for the table considering the restaurant was indeed full.

However, after the table was clean and the employees were also gone, Ara became alarmed because the man did not move. "Ehm! Mas, that's the chair there's already a nquatin."

Still not getting a response, Ara who did not want to fuss chose to put her things on the table into the bag. But, a hand check immediately restrained him as soon as he stood up.

Ara's heart was racing. He pulled his hand which made the stranger tighten his grip.

"Here aja. Eat with me."

Ara did not say. As forcefully as he pulled his hand free, but nil. His hands are getting sick and red.

"DON'T BE INSOLENT!"

Ara was both shocked and relieved that her husband had come. Darma pulled his hand closer.

"Not to interfere, Om!" said the man.

Called om by men whose age may be as good as Bima makes Darma angry. Indeed, the mustache and beard have started to grow and have not had time to shave, but that does not mean the person carelessly called him om. Darma wants to curse, but is undone considering Ashila is in her arms. "Obviously I was involved. You're bothering my wife."

"Wife?"

"Yes. She's my wife" asserted Darma. His gaze was as sharp as a dagger.

The man finally left in embarrassment considering that other visitors also seemed to strip him.

Darma exhaled an annoyed breath as well as relief after the foreign man had been lost swallowed by the crowd. "Are you okay?" tanyanya's worried.

Ara shakes. "Thank you on time. I was so scared."

"Next time don't gini again. Afraid I'd let you sit alone in a crowded place."

"Who was that, Papi? Why is Papi talking about class?" ask Ashila.

"So the bad guy. Want to bother Mami."

The boy looked at his mother. "Mommy's good, right?"

"Mommy's okay, honey. It's really, really, really worried about gini. Oh, yeah, Shila so buy that princess toy that can sing? Mommy wants to see, dong." Ara tried to beat the attention of her son.

"So, dong," replied Ashila excitedly. He opened a paper bag with his new toy. "Shila also bought cooking, lego, tikel samaaa .. What was her name, Papi?" the tanyanya forgot the unicorn-shaped toy consisting of circles.

"Pop it."

"Yes, pop it. We'll play, okay, Mami?"

"Yes, but now Shila eats first, yes," answered Ara seeing the waiter approaching their table and serving three bowls of ramen noodles of different types.

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