Will Never Let You Go
The Arrival of In-Law

At half-time, Darma arrived home. With both hands filled with paper bag the man approached his daughter who was busy coloring the picture in the middle room. "Ashila, look at this! Papi bring something for you," he said excitedly.

Ara who was sitting next to her son turned to the source of the voice. Judging from the brand name contained in the paper bag, Darma bought a donut and some toys. Ah, her husband knew very well how to take her son's heart.

If usually Ara will protest because Darma bought food that is mostly chocolate, then now all that can be done is silence.

"Which donut do you want?" ashila asked her mother.

"Mommy's still full. I just ate. Make Ashila just yet."

The boy nodded.

"Shila, Papi take a shower first, huh? Then we put this puzzle together." Darma shows Rapunzel the puzzle she just bought.

"Mommy's too!" ashila Pinta.

"Yes." Yeah." Darma rubbed the top of his daughter's head, then moved without even turning his head towards his wife.

Moments passed, wanting Ara to go to the room and let her child and husband play alone. Ara really couldn't stand Darma silencing her like this. It felt many times more painful than Darma who yesterday fieryly expressed her anger. However, considering Ashila, the little girl would definitely return dragging him to join. On the other hand, Ara also does not want her son to know that her parents are not getting along.

The house bell that suddenly rang as if it was a breath of fresh air for Ara. Yes, at least he could take off his cherry mask for a moment. The woman who had prevented Bi Marni who was about to open the door and offered that she alone did it suddenly drowned after knowing who had come.

"Mrs .... Come in first, Ma." Ara with a fake smile let her mother-in-law in. It seemed that after this he had to put on a thicker mask and widen his smile even more.

"Shila hasn't slept, has she?" selly asked as she walked hand in hand with her daughter-in-law. Both of his hands were also filled by several paper bags.

"Yet, Ma. Play with Mas Darma."

Sally mangosteen. The lips of the woman who was more than half a century old showed a smile to find her grandson enthusiastically welcoming her. However, not with his son who actually displays a slightly sloppy look.

"Why did you come here?"

"Meet Ashila, dong, when I met you. Yea? Ashila seneng isn't Oma coming?" Selly doesn't ignore her son.

"Happy, Oma," replied the boy who was now bombarded with kisses by the grandmother.

"What do you want to drink?" tanya Ara stopped the activities of her grandmother and granddaughter who were giving up longing. Not too long ago, the two did not meet. Understandably, his only grandson.

"Ouh, Mama's so bad, Ra." Selly grabbed the paper bag that had been placed on the table. "So Mama met in July to get a dress. Uh, even on dimsum. He said make it himself. Shrimp's the same as chicken." It takes food found in the smallest paper bag.

"I take the place, yeah, keep drinking green tea will you, Ma? Let cholesterol be safe." Again and again Ara revealed a fake smile.

"That's bad. Pinter, deh, you." Selly laughs.

While Ara put three cups of green tea that had just been made, Selly was now busy removing the contents of the other paper bag.

"Lusa Papa's got a birthday. Mama made you the same Shila dress, Ra, keep this Mama saw there are nice little shoes. I think, anyway, it's good for Shila."

"His size?" Next to Darma's eyebrows raised when asked.

"July knows. There's still time to make a dress for Mama's birthday a few months ago."

"Not tried, Ra?" selly asked a little astonished to see her daughter-in-law looking at her broken white dress.

"Eee .. later, Ma. Want nyicipin on the marrow first. Shila, don't you want to?" Ara offered her son while taking Chinese food.

Ashila nodded. Ara smiled seeing her daughter's mouth full after taking her bribe. After that, the woman took it again for herself.

Ara who again looked dreamy while chewing the dimsum made Selly once again look at him with a frown.

"Ra?" Selly patted her daughter-in-law's shoulder gently. "You're not sick anymore, are you?" he added that managed to make Darma look towards Ara.

"No-no, Ma. I'm good, I'm." Ara exhaled slowly. Again he paid his attention to Ashila so that his mother-in-law would not suspect.

"You're out of your way, huh?" ask Selly flirting. His views then turned to his son. "About, dong, Dar. Pity Ara will be sick again like first."

Unlike the mother who now laughs crisply, Darma actually grunts. "Apaan, hell, Ma! No need to say anything weird about Shila."

"Yes, yeah. By the way, Silvia's boyfriend will also be coming to dinner. Want PDKT-in Papa said. Yeah, I hope this one is really serious, yes, not like the old one just a big doang talk. Do not have the heart of Mama if you see Silvia cry-nangis because the guys are not clear," said Selly hopeful.

"My feeling was also ugly, but Silvia will not want to be horrified if she is told" said Darma.

"Who's kayak?" reply Selly.

Darma threw away his face, turning his attention to the cell phone.

"Your husband, no, Ra." Selly glanced at her child who turned indifferent. "Darma and Silvia are similar. Good thing Bima didn't." I don't know how many times he said that. Ara gave a faint smile when she heard it.

"Where will it be, Ma?" tanya Ara shifted the subject.

"Don't know yet. Silvia who finished sem—" Selly's speech was cut by the ringing of her phone. "Long life, nih, again talking about the phone," he said showing his phone screen to Ara, then step aside for a moment.

Silence prevailed when Selly was no longer in the middle of the small family. Darma was still indifferent and Ara could only clench her mouth tightly. Ashila was busy with toys and food that made her stomach now look distended.

"Ra, Mama forgot to pick up Silvia because her car again in the workshop and this happened to be in the same direction" Selly said after disconnecting the phone. Now he had grabbed his tote bag, preparing to leave.

"Yes, Ma. Careful, yeah." Ara has a conversation with her mother-in-law.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Not to hurry," Darma said as her mother hurriedly stepped in. As soon as the door closed, the man's gaze turned to his daughter. "Shila is asleep? Wash your feet, yuk, keep bobo."

"Mommy's Mama."

"Bapi buyin new storybook, you know. Would you like to not read it?" Darma took it, then showed me the storybook pictured with the rabbit he had bought.

"Mauuu," replied Ashila who had yawned several times.

Immediately Darma carried his daughter to the room again without caring about Ara who was still sitting on the sofa.