Will Never Let You Go
School

Ara was sorry after hearing the story of the Eagle household. She is also a mother. Let alone losing a child. Seeing Ashila fall and make her hands and feet blisters, Ara was very worried. "Then, what kind of help can I give you?" ask Ara, even though she now knows why her ex-lover invited her to meet.

The eagle thinned his lips, grabbed his coffee that had begun to cool, and drank a sip for a moment to relieve the nervousness and embarrassment. "I want to borrow money, Ra," he said with a long breath.

"How much?"

Like a wet bitch's shirt. Yeah, well, Eagle to the point only. "Twenty million," he said short, solid, and clear. After all, when he decided to contact Ara, it meant that he was ready if anyone else knew how his financial condition was.

The eagle was sure that Ara would help him, without having to say any unpleasant words. The proof alone, from then on the woman just nodded. In fact, Ara could have said it, cursed it, or by saying that karma was remembering how his mother treated and said to the woman first.

"Twenty million?" Ara.

"Yes, Ra."

The look on the woman's face showed a hint of uneasiness. Although his life is now enough or even arguably luxurious, but for Ara the money worth twenty million is still not a small amount. If she lent it, she would ask her husband's permission first. Ah, that man! Ara was not sure Darma would help the Eagle especially if she knew that his wife had met secretly with the man who was currently looking hard waiting for an answer from her.

"I'm sorry, I can't, Mom."

Ara's refusal made the dreamy Eagle stunned. The man nodded slowly. As if understanding why Ara couldn't help him.

"I have to tell my husband first" Ara said, not wanting the Eagle to misunderstand me. "Why don't you ask Mas Darma for help?"

"If I were that brave, Ra." The eagle smiled wryly. "Your mother once told me that she had a fight with your husband in the hospital. I don't know if you know or don't. It's been a while, too."

Ara's memory so remember about Bu Rini. It had been a long time since he had met this woman. Maybe the last time was in the hospital when she was pregnant. Ah, yes, that!

"I know, Mas," said Ara a moment later, "emm .. if Mas Eagle really needs that money. Maybe I can help you tell Mas Darma after he gets home from Surabaya."

Eagle's eyes widened slightly. Darma in Surabaya? Does the man know his wife met him? Has Ara been allowed to her husband? However, considering how her mother's track record was, if Ara was to be allowed it was unlikely that the woman could sit casually before her now.

"No need, Ra. If it's dead-end, let me tell your husband."

Ara nodded. "Yes, already. I'll go first, Mas. Hope you find a way out soon for your problems."

"Yes, thank you, Ra. Be careful on the road."

Once he got out of the car, he was immediately asked by the security guard to meet Miss Indah. Ara's premonition was immediately unpleasant. And sure enough, when he arrived at his daughter's homeroom, he found her crying.

"Mayei ...." The boy ran to his mother and asked to be carried. His face was very red and red.

"Shila, why, honey?" ask Ara worriedly.

"Remiss ... Jesslyn said Shila was a jerk if she ate with the hands of a kili. She said Shila was stupid if she couldn't say huluf 'el' (read: R)," she said as she pleased.

Ara was surprised to hear it, but as much as possible she tried to calm down in front of her son. Ashila tears that wet the uniform. "Ashila is not stupid. Just want to continue learning later too long can. Now don't cry anymore, yeah, 'there's Mami here."

Ashila nodded, though the tears still continued to flow. Ara then sat opposite Miss Indah to hear more clarity.

"I'm sorry before, Ma. I went to the toilet for a while so I didn't understand what was going on, but it seemed like Ashila and Jesslyn were scrambling for food and they ended up fighting and mocking each other. I have asked Jesslyn to apologize and also contact the boy's parents. Ashila was still crying. Be, I ask for help from another teacher to hold the class, while I bring Ashila here" explained Miss Indah.

"Thank you, Miss." That was all Ara could say. Inside, his mind raged. What her mother-in-law had been worried about was really happening. Yes, Ashila is really a photocopian of Darma to the extent that the quality is also imitated.

"With a child, try to use your right hand, Ra." That's Selly's advice.

It seems that after this Ara should have a serious talk with Darma given that her husband strongly opposes the advice of Selly.

"Then excuse me, Miss." Ara stood up with Ashila still in her arms.

"Together, Mother. Hopefully, Ashila will be able to return to cheerful as usual."

"I hope so too." Ara smiled before finally leaving the room.

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