Will Never Let You Go
Caught?

Eiyyyy y'all silent reader please, yes, this is a story that's like already a little. So, mbok, yes, show your thumbs up that lhohhh ....

Criticism and advice can also be. But, the sentence did not stop, afraid of my stomach acid rising

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"Mamiii!" ashila shouted as she ran to her mother. Although her breath was breathless, the sweet smile on her tiny lips did not take a second off.

"Slowly, Son. Will fall." Ara advised, then gently rubbed her daughter's head.

It seems that Ashila is not paying attention. The little girl in a batik uniform actually showed a small bag with a cartoon "Frozen" complete with the name of the giver who is today birthday. "Mommy, look! It's Jesslyn's dali."

Ara nodded small with a smile. About Jesslyn and her mother, a few days ago Ara had already spoken to the mother and the child. Jesslyn and her mother once again apologized, and now they became familiar.

"Mami, Shila also wants a birthday," Ashila asked as the car slowly drove away from the school area.

"Shila's a real birthday soon." Ara informs.

Ashila's eyes twinkled. "Sneak?"

"Yes, Honey. What's Shila's birthday theme going to be?"

"What theme is that? Shila doesn't know." The boy's face scowled inexplicably.

Feeling anxious, for a moment Ara played her daughter's two bakpao cheeks. "That theme .. like Jesslyn chose Princess Elsa and Anna. Well, what would Ashila want?"

"Ooo .. if so Shila would like Sammy the Sheep. Both of his deputies were S' right, Mami?" ashila said loudly.

Ara mangosteen with astonished look at her daughter's face. Why among the many cartoons, Ashila chose that? Yeah, Ara admitted that the sheep cartoon was funny. But, to be used as a birthday theme especially her daughter feels less fitting.

"Ashila—"

"Yes, Mommy?" The child who was busy with the birthday hampers was cutting with a calm face.

"Later Mami you see the example of birthday decorations, yes, let Shila choose. Who knows Shila wants another theme."

"Yes, Mommy." Ashila according.

Ara exhaled a sigh of relief. He was sure his daughter's choice would definitely change. Yeah, sure! Not long after, the car on board stopped in the yard. A notification message entered the phone along with Ara who just got off the car.

[Today I went home. If not cape, want to, deh, eat your cooking]

A beautiful arch was instantly created on her red lips. Ara replied to a message from her husband via voice mail. "Yes, honey," he said followed by a grin that of course Darma did not know.

After finishing lunch with his only daughter, he, Ara had to postpone activities with Ashila to look at birthday decorations through Instagram because she had to find recipes that she could and her husband liked.

However, after almost an hour he tapped the application that displays a variety of preparations, the taste of Ara could not or rather did not want to take the risk if later the cuisine is not tasty. Therefore, he finally decided to cook the home menu as before.

The wall clock in the kitchen pointed to four o'clock less than a quarter as Ara put the butter fried chicken that became her last meal. After washing her hands and asking Bi Marni to clean the kitchen, the woman approached her daughter who was playing in the backyard.

"Ashila take a shower, son." Ara gave the code for her daughter to approach using her hands.

With sweat on her temples, Ashila walked over to her mother. "Mommy, huahhh .. earlier Shila wanted to catch a butterfly, but could not. Sister Sus can't either, you know, Mami. Though Ma'am Sus' is already big."

"The butterfly will fly nimble. So, it's natural that you can't. Try again tomorrow, yes. Now Shila take a shower."

"Iy—" Ara's sentence was truncated seeing Darma had reached home. "I didn't hear your car, Mom," he said.

Darma did not respond. The man brought his face closer to his wife's. Take it for a while, and then say, "You're asem."

Ara scowled in annoyance. "Emang! I'm gonna take a shower with Shila!"

"Just like me!" said Darma naughty. Fortunately, Sister Sus has gone to Ashila's room to prepare water.

"Males! You smell like cigarettes!" reply Ara intense.

Darma's turn is pouting. "Yes, already. I take a shower first. Shila, Papi take a shower, okay?"

"Yesaa ... Stinky papi!" said Ashila who had just been whispered by her mother.

"Shila also stinks. Asem smell. Here, smell! It smells!" Darma had crouched down and was kissing her son's armpits. Cringing her nose to cause amused which makes Ashila scream tight.

Thirty minutes passed, the little family was now sitting at a dining table filled with several kinds of dishes.

"There's so much cooking, Babe!" darma said he saw butter fried chicken, boiled clams, sauteed broccoli, parchment, and chili.

"Make you. Haven't, you know, yeah!"

"Later fat, you don't like."

"Say it's not good, so don't want to finish!" sulk Ara was upset.

"No, Babe. Holy jeez!" Darma. "This is a lot. My stomach doesn't fit either."

"Yes, yes."

After that, the dinner was quite early it started with Darma who occasionally commented like a cooking judge and Ashila who wanted a lot.

Once finished, the small family now sits casually in front of the TV accompanied by a variety of snacks.

"Oh, yes. Shila here wants to see the theme of her birthday, right?" said the mother so that her daughter who can not be silent a little more herd.

"You!" Ashila landed her ass in her father's lap.

Ara typed in the Instagram account name of an event organizer recommended by Imelda via a WhatsApp message before she cooked this afternoon. For various events, Imelda's recommendation never misses. Everything was good, and Ara was satisfied.

"That's a big deal, anyway. His birthday is still a little long." Darma.

"That's okay, ma'am. It was Jesslyn's birthday, so Shila wanted to, too."

Mangosteen darma. "Ra, make tea, dong. It wasn't so this morning."

Ara glanced cynically, then forced a smile. "Yesaaa .... Shila look around for yourself first, yeah." The mother handed her cell phone to her daughter.

After the departure of his wife, Darma who was tired of seeing his daughter just scroll through the phone screen without paying attention first chose to replace the TV channel that interests him.

"But, how is this? Squeeze," chirped Ashila in confusion. Being too excited made his finger move uncontrollably.

Darma turned her gaze from the TV to Ara's phone. Taking the flat object, he who was about to shift the screen was actually made glued to a direct message displayed on the screen. Darma's forehead is crinkled inside. Her chest rumbled violently after reading the last few bubble chats.

"Hape error. Shila's on an iPad, yes, ask to take it, Sister Sus. Papi's going to Mami first." Darma soon moved on after telling her nanny to get her iPad in the room, then accompanied Ashila in front of the TV.