Will Never Let You Go
Make up

I don't know how long Ara was in the bathroom, but clearly she had overslept and when she returned to the room there was Darma sitting on the bed while playing a cell phone. The man's shirt has also changed. The fresh aroma that came out made Ara know that Darma had also taken a bath. But, why is Darma suddenly here? Nah! Ara was not unhappy, just that her face at this time must look puffy and she did not want her husband to know.

Without any intention to just glance, Ara slowly pulled the blanket and then spread her body in a position to turn her back to Darma. The woman's eyes were back in tears. However, as strongly as possible his heart said, "Don't cry, Ra. Don't." Don't."

"Look here."

Ara's heart was beating incoherently. Darma's voice was so close to his ear. He who still held his position and had not wiped away the tears that flowed so casually flinched as a sturdy arm turned his back and pulled him into the embrace.

"Don't repeat, Ra." Darma had a lot of kisses on his wife's head. "You think I'm happy to sniff it at you? Your diemin? Pretend you don't care?"

The hug stretched a little. Ara quickly wiped away her tears so that Darma would not see her. "Sorry ...."

"You got slapped by someone else. Me, my family, your family never did."

In the midst of the dim lights that illuminate, can Ara see if the current eyes of her husband reddened. Darma stroked his temple, then down to the cheek. "illness?"

"It's okay, really." Her voice is raucous. Ara looked down because for a second she stared back at Darma, her defense was sure to collapse in front of the man.

"Until the swollen gini." Darma lowered her body so that her face was level with Ara's face.

Ara could no longer escape. Slowly sobs began to be heard filling the room. Darma hugged him again. This time it was tighter. "Never believe it again. You hurt me. Nyakitin Ashila's. Thankfully, my family no one knows. You could say macem-macem."

"Sorry ...." Again only that word can come out of his mouth. His shoulders shook violently amidst cries of regret as well as a feeling of relief because Darma forgave him.

"Compressed, yes, let tomorrow not hurt."

"I-I'm .. Let me be." Ara rubbed her wet cheek, then immediately moved. However, not yet had the blanket covering his body revealed, Darma held his body.

"Let me just. You wait here."

"Maas ...." Tears are back in the eyes. Ara felt overwhelmed. There is such a good man, but he hurt.

Darma reviews the smile, rubs Ara's head, then kisses the woman's eyes. "Wait a minute."

Just say for a while, in fact Ara had to wait almost half an hour. Understandably, Darma returned while carrying two mugs filled with hot chocolate on the left hand and a small bowl in the right hand containing ice bag.

"Let me just compress. Mas Darma drank the chocolate," said Ara still not feeling well.

"I'm aja. You'll be compressing it uneven." Without waiting any longer, Darma picked up the ice bag and stuck it on Ara's cheek.

The woman felt cold and pain at the same time.

"His eyes are compressed?"

"Who said? Swollen gini." Darma stroked his wife's soft eyelids. "Don't repeat, huh?" the door with a clear look.

"Yes. Sorry, I'm not authorized. I promise—"

"Do not repeat crying in the bathroom until sleeping. The danger!"

Hardly Ara swallowed. "Mas Darma know?"

A long breath sounded. Darma takes one of the mugs and gives it to Ara. "Drink first" he said. He then took the other mug to drink himself.

After the chocolate belongs to each toilet, Darma splits her body next to Ara who first lies down. Cuddled by a woman who will never really hate Darma, how much and how big the mistake. "I have done it before. Now change it," whispered Darma further close his body.

For a split second, Ara was stunned to feel something tickle her stomach. He then raised his face, looking at the husband who was showing his puppy eyes. "Se-now?"

"Cape, huh? Tomorrow morning can be."

Mata Ara bought a little. "What is this macama bargain?" inner grumbling.

"Tomorrow morning, huh?"

Ara nodded like a fool.

"... until the afternoon," continued Darma.

"WHAT?" Ara pushed her husband's chest slightly away.

Darma burst out, then came back and hugged his wife tightly. "Joking, Honey."

In contrast to the husband, now Ara just put on a sad look. "Great dearest. I wish it was serious."

"RA!"

Ara's turn is spinning. Before Darma did anything no to her, she freed herself and pulled the blanket over her entire body.

"Fra! Responsibility, Ra!" Darma tries to pull the blanket wrapped around his wife's body, but unfortunately Ara's energy turns out to be strong enough to maintain the blanket.

"Bobo, Mas Darma. Bobo ...." The sound of Ara was made as soft as possible. After that, he chuckled.

Not to be outdone, Darma hugged Ara. Stupid in his wife's blanket crumpled. Who told you to play with him. And sure enough, not for a minute, Ara's scream echoed.

"Mas Darmaaaaaa .. pelaasssss!"