Will Never Let You Go
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Ara had just finished brewing the tea when Darma caught up with her to the kitchen. The woman's lips that revealed a smile in an instant disappeared when she heard a question from her husband.

"You met your ex-boyfriend?"

Ara's breath was choked. His tongue was getting too faint to answer seeing Darma show the contents of his conversation with the Eagle some time ago.

"So, did you actually meet him?" Darma repeated his question with great emphasis.

"I can explain, Mom. He called me for help."

"I didn't ask that!" darma Sentak. "I asked, did you meet him? Answer it! Yes or no?"

While clenching her trembling hands, Ara nodded slowly. "Yes" he said with a look of regret.

Darma nodded a few times before putting his wife's phone on the bar table, then turning around.

"Mas, where are you going?" Ara quickly followed Darma's long steps.

The action was not spared from Bi Marni who was still busy cleaning the dining table and Ashila's nanny who was about to take a drink for her small employer.

"Let go, Ra!" Darma threw out Ara's hand which held her arm as she was about to get into the car.

"Where are you going, Mom?"

"Go! Why here too! You should be cool, dong, if I'm not home." Darma said with a cynical smile.

"I'm not cool! Who said I was grinning?"

Darma clucked slowly. "Whatever you want to say! I don't care!" as he opened the car door. Luckily, Darma saw his car keys on the desk as he headed for the kitchen. So, he just cantongi.

"Maas ...." Again Ara tried to hold her husband's arm. "Please, listen to my explanation first. I want to see her because she said she needed help and didn't know who else to ask."

"You met your ex, without telling me. Ye know? You're like cheating to know!" Darma stared hard at Ara. Not indifferent to the look on his wife's face that has shown a clear look, the man continued to say, "Don't every time I go out of town you always see her again."

"I don't think so!" Ara's doing the defense.

"But the truth is you are like that! That guy is also 'right who stamped you lyric when we went to the hospital!" Darma's tone is rising.

Mata Ara boughtak knowing Darma also saw the Eagle at that time. Although her husband's words were not entirely true, Ara now realized that what she was doing was wrong. She had grossly underestimated her encounter with the Eagle, without thinking that such a small thing could ignite the flames of a quarrel with her husband.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. But I only met him once. Never before. Sorry, Mas." Ara quickly wiped away the tears that had just fallen. Simultaneously, Darma who was still burning outflows of jealous flames also emotions rushed into the car.

"Mas!" Ara wanted to prevent it, but Ashila who was already on the doorstep and called out to him made it with a heavy heart have to see her husband's car slowly leave the house.

"Mommy, where are you going?" ask the boy plainly.

"Yes, a lot of mosquitoes, yes, Mommy. Kamal Shila will be shot first, yes, if you want bobo."

"Yes, dear," replied Ara who was now walking into the house holding Ashila's hand.

......................

I don't know how long Ara waited for Darma to come home last night, but when she opened her eyes, her body was still on the sofa in the room. He turned off the phone alarm that woke him up, then looked up at the bed. That place is still neat. Which means, Darma didn't sleep there. Didn't that guy come home? Ara immediately checked her phone. Dozens of messages he sent still tick one. Darma still deactivates his phone. Ara was getting more agitated, but she had to undo the feeling because at this time all she had to do was check whether Ashila was awake or not.

Upon arriving in front of her daughter's room, the woman's forehead frowned at the sight of Mbak Sus standing in front of the door. "Sir, why, just stand up, don't you come in?"

Mbak Sus gasped. Feeling confused, Ashila's nanny scratched her non-itchy head. "Anu, ma'am .. It was I tried to enter, but it turns out the Father is inside."

"Mas Darma sleeping in Ashila's room?" inwardly Ara asked.

Realizing that Sister Sus was still faithfully staring at her, Ara blinked her eyes. "Yes, let me do it. Sus Ma'am is ready for Shila's school, huh?"

"Good, Mom."

As soon as her daughter's nanny started coming down the stairs, Ara's hand slowly grabbed the doorknob. Inside his heart was pounding. However, when the door was perfectly opened, Ashila's laughter greeted her. The boy was awake and was playing with his father.

Coinciding with Ara who walks to the side of the bed where Ashila is, Darma quits his game with the princess. The man turned his attention to the cell phone.

Waitaminute! Darma's phone on? Ara's forehead was slightly wrinkled. Could Darma block his number? The thoughts of the woman who is currently in the bathroom with her daughter are raging. And Ara's mind was getting more and more out of his mind when he took Ashila's uniform in the closet there were some Darma clothes in it.

It felt like Ara was taking her husband to talk, but considering Ashila was still in the middle of them made her have to postpone it.

"Ashila, Papi anter to school?" darma asked at breakfast, just a little.

Ara who had just played the food in front of him, without any desire to eat it raised her face.

"Mauuu," replied Ashila enthusiastically. Of course the boy did not refuse. When else could his father take him. Maybe next month or next month again or worse when he wants to go to elementary school.

"Okay, because Ashila's done eating breakfast. Yuk, the bag is carried and we leave now." Darma stood up, then held Ashila who obeyed his orders. Ara stared silently at her husband and son who were slowly disappearing from her sight.

"Non, would you like to make another breakfast?"

Ara was stunned to see Bi Marni had been standing next to her. "No need, Bi. Later if laper, let me make it myself."

Bi Marni nodded. "Patience, yes, Non."

Ara smiled, although she could not lie when she felt her eyes were already glazed. "Yes. Thank you, Bi," he answered raucously, then left the dining table."