Will Never Let You Go
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Ara's lips chipped in annoyance. His hand was trying to get rid of Darma's hand which was actively groping his stomach. "Mas, I'm still sleepy. Don't bother me" she said, then again threw her husband's hand. After that, Ara turned around and covered her body with a blanket until her head was visible.

"Morning, '" whispered Darma, then close his body.

"What time is it?" Still with closed eyes Ara asked.

"Five."

"Wake me up at six a quarter less."

Darma exhaled a long breath. Not wanting to be ignored, he pulled the blanket that covered the bodies of the two. Just so Ara's upset. He turned back his body. His eyes are wide open now. Looking at her husband with the desire to eat Darma alive.

"Mas, kok, that's it, nyebelin!"

"Later in the afternoon I'm going to Surabaya, you know, Ra. For three days you did not see me. Not kangen emang?"

"Kangen, yes, susulin, lah! It's a bother." Still in upset mode Ara replied.

Darma's face was bent. Wasn't it! That's not the answer he wants. Ara's sad face was like about to be left at war that she wanted to see. How the woman always wanted to be close to him when they were about to be far apart, and Ara's concern about him that Darma wanted to hear. "Now, anyway? How do you not worry usually?"

"I've always worried about you going out of town, but now I'm really tired. You evil semalem!"

I don't want Darma to smile. Last night he really made Ara work hard. "Yes, already. Here's my replacement for your monday."

Ara held back the body of her husband who was about to approach. "No way," he refused accompanied by a head.

"Don't want to? That was if the kangen wanted to directly susulin, right? Okay. Later if you chat or phone I do not pay. Later if I want to talk to Shila I just call Mama." Yes, it will be noon before Darma goes to Surabaya, he will first leave his wife and child at his parents' house.

"Maasssss .. who, evil?" Ara whined like a boy.

"The food is diem. Enjoy what I love."

Ara put on a timid face. Looks anxious until Darma who can not stand then pinched his nose. Slowly the man drew his face closer. Letting their lips meet. Sip each other's taste that has been an opium for both. The sturdy fingers also did not remain silent until it caused a slow whimper from the mouth of Ara.

"I love you." The words Darma used to say before drowning his body in Ara.

However, this time, before that happened the attention of the two was distracted as their room door was knocked. Repeatedly with the cry of the boy accompanying.

"Sir, Mom, this is Non Ashila's crying."

That's the voice of Sister Sus. Ara looked at Darma, coding the man who had put on a sour face to get away.

"Mamiiiiiii ...."

The whimper that was again followed by a knock on the door made Darma with a heavy heart scramble from before his wife. While wearing her t-shirt, Ara chuckled at the sound of the shower shortly after her husband entered the bathroom.

"It looks like Non Ashila's a nightmare. Suddenly wake up crying and looking for Mom. I'm sorry to wake Mom up so early in the morning" explained Sister Sus as soon as Ara opened the door.

"It's okay. Last night was a bit cranky. His sleep was also a bit sloppy."

"Then I prepare for Non Ashila's school needs now."

Ara nodded. "All in uniform for three days. We're gonna go down at Mama's."

"Good, Mom."

"What do you want to eat, Babe?" darma said on the way to pick up her daughter's school. His mood is certainly much better because what was delayed has been done.

"Mama cooks a lot at home he said," answered Ara soberly. His body is very tired so lazy to just think about what to eat or snack.

"That's a big deal, huh?" ask Darma rhetorically.

"Pake ask again!" Ara whimpering. Not about her husband sometimes, but if you can be honest, yes, she likes it too. The woman took a small mirror to make sure there were no red marks on the neck that others might be able to see because Darma's car had arrived at Ashila's school.

"I was, uh, coming down." Darma offered himself.

Of course Ara did not reject him. He leaned his body into the seat. Looking to the left, he could see his daughter looking excited as she looked at Darma. Yes, because of his busy life, Darma rarely can pick up Ashila. So, once that happened, the boy with the yellow bandana was overjoyed.

And Ashila grew happy when she found out that she was going to stay at her grandmother's house. Unlike the boy, Selly was also very enthusiastic. The old woman immediately came out hearing the roar of the car in her yard.

"Ashila Cantika by Oma Selly. Ululu ... Oma kangen very, dear," he said excitedly and immediately held his granddaughter. "Shila kangen Oma isn't?"

"Kange. No milk pudding?" ask Ashila who is looking for food.

"She, dong! Oma makes a lot. There are strawberries, taro, chocolate, vanilla. Which one is it Shila?"

"You all, Oma."

"Can. Everything for Ashila Cantika Oma Selly."

"Yeeee .. asianickkk!" The boy was excited in his grandmother's arms.

Darma and Ara just stared at each other. Yes, this is how if they visit the parents' house of one of the two. Not considered! What matters is his son! Take it, mah, then.

"Ra, Mama cook your favorite egg crab. Cobain, deh." Selly thrust a large plate of egg crabs at her son-in-law. They are now sitting at the dining table.

Ara smiled sumringah. Inversely indeed. If Ara goes home to her parents, then Darma's food is noticed by her mother, after Ashila. But, if here the feelings of Darma are like stepchildren. Ignored by the man's own mother! And Ara was happy to see it.

"I? Mama don't cook squid? Or that clam?" Darma asked while his eyes were looking at the dishes.

"Eat the food, Dar. Just choose too," said the mother who is now busy feeding Ashila milk pudding.

Ara laughed softly, then scooped the egg crab into her mouth. "Enak, Ma. Thank you, yes," he said, then did his second bribe.

Darma exhaled a long breath. Okay, it doesn't matter his mother is now indifferent to him. The important thing is there will be his wife who can spoil him whenever he wants. As of now, Darma had already put away his empty plate, shifted his seat to get closer to Ara, and opened his mouth, asking to be fed an egg crab which was indeed very appetizing. Not shameless indeed!

"Be careful, yes, Mom. Kabinin if it has arrived," said Ara after lunch is finished and her husband will leave for Surabaya soon.

"Yes. You're careful with Shila, too. I'll tell you if there's anything." Darma kissed his wife, then his son. "Ma, I'm leaving, yes," he continued to the mother.

"Be careful with the car."

Darma nodded, he waved his hand as soon as he was already sitting behind the wheel. Slowly the car drove out of the yard. Ashila went into the house with her grandmother. And when Ara turned around to catch up with her son and mother-in-law, an Instagram direct message notification went into her phone. His forehead frowned at reading a message that only called his name from someone whose username was strange and seemed careless and his profile photo was left blank. Ara was already willing to ignore it, but as soon as the second message that had a longer content entered, a huge question mark immediately burst out from her heart.

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