Faithfulness Ratih And Darma
Chapter 21

Asri Pov's.

Why does my heart ache, hearing that Darma is getting engaged and married to that little girl. Do I still have the same feeling as him.

For some reason, it was like I lost one soul. I thought Darma would still love me. But in fact, he could quickly forget me.

Well, I know I was wrong. I was expecting it at that time.

But this isn't all my fault either. Darma is wrong. He never felt sensitive to me.

He is romantic, but only his words, not with

did so.

For nine years we were dating, what she gave me. Just a fleeting kiss on the forehead and a momentary hug as I cried. We're lovers, but like we're not lovers.

Our status is indeed dating, but our actions are just like a brother who takes care of his sister. I also want to expect more than just a kiss on the forehead. But he never sensitized. He was not like a man who had lust. Until I thought, Darma tends to prefer men over women.

In my office, my friends always ask me about my relationship. When will we get engaged, and when will we get married. That's what embarrassed me. I am now 27 years old. Three more years, will step on the head of three. Then when will I wait for Darma?

I tried to persuade Darma. But Darma is like stalling for time. He always had reason to wait for Husni to get married.

One day, I was invited by a young widower, who was none other than the director of the company I worked for.

He is Arman Wijaya. But after our marriage was only two months, Arman went to Japan to take care of his business there.

Ah, what a long distance relationship feels like. At first Arman asked me to come to Japan. But I refused on the grounds that my parents had nothing to take care of. Since I was an only child, so anyway, I had to take care of both my parents.

And now I feel alone. I'm like a wasted wife. Because Arman's getting away from me the more days. He rarely calls me.

***

Tonight the weather is so sunny as bright as the couple Darma and Ratih. They are enjoying the romance of love in their lives.

Crying, joking, laughter, alternating in the lives of both of them.

"Mas, I'm into ice cream." Ratih.

"Ice cream? How about a little kid?"

"What...I said I was a child !

I am so big, Mas. Soon to get married. A little boy who loves ice cream." The voice of Ratih is rising.

Like not accepting said little boy.

"Yes.iya." Darma has to give up.

"Mas, I'm buying that."

"Dollies?"

"hm, uh,"

Ratih pointed this at it, making Darma dizzy. Everything in the market that night, like almost bought all by Ratih.

Good thing Darma had a thick wallet. So he's willing to buy whatever Ratih's will.

Although he is a manager, but actually the business of Pak Arwan branches are everywhere. Darma, who is his youngest child, has a personal credit card from his father.

Don't buy Ratih ice cream, dolls or chocolate. Providing luxurious facilities is also able to.

Only Darma has not been involved in his father's business. He's starting from zero. From being a regular employee to being a manager.

Darma is quite troubled because it has brought a lot of Ratih groceries.

Oh well, not yet a wife, I'm tired of this. How about we get married and become husband and wife. I can't imagine what it's like. How about we have a child.

"Mas, I'm tired. I have been traveling around the night market. And I bought everything too. Now we rest first, Mas." Ratih finally gave up too.

More tired where Ratih, I'm the same as you? don't you see this much stuff I brought. This kid really fucks me up again.

Darma follows wherever Ratih goes, while following behind him.

"Mas, we're sitting there yuk."

Darma just nodded.

"Yes dear. Whatever you want to coach. What matters is that you are sweet, dear."

After sitting down, Ratih stared fixedly at Darma's face.

her hands caressed Darma's beautiful face. His fingers would dance on Darma's face.

Makes Darma's heart so turbulent again.

You tease me again, Ratih. When a day I am not excited. You are small but your seduction and touch make this body float.

They look at each other.

"Yes adek."

"Mas must be tired well, "

Darma silence.

Why ask this now. I'm tired of that. You're late.

"Well, that's fine." replied Darma.

"Bag,"

Ratih brought his face closer to Darma's.

Making Darma's heart churn. What this boy is going to do.

Is Ratih gonna kiss her. If he were, Darmapun would give his whole face to Ratih.

Darma closed his eyes.

Suddenly

Plaque...

A slap landed on Darma's cheek.

"What are you doing, Ratih. You slapped me?"

"sorry. There was this." Ratih showed me his palm.

"Mosquito?"

Ratih nodded regretfully.

Damnit. Why didn't he kiss me. I thought he was gonna kiss me. It was just a mosquito.

***

After Darma escorted Ratih home, he was struck by the sight of her wearing nothing.

Asri had been standing waiting on the front porch of Darma's house.

" What are you doing here?" ask Darma ketus.

"I'll talk to you for a minute."

"What by the way?"

"Are you really getting married?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"With that son of a brother?"

"hem."

"is there not a little more flavor for me?"

"What the hell do you mean As,"

"Well, cook you up so fast lupain me,"

"It's up to me to feel my feelings. It's none of your business anymore. You are married. Why is it still for people's personal lives."

Asri's crying. Suddenly Asri clutched Darma's body tightly.

"Darma. I'm sorry, I've betrayed you, I've hurt you. Darma I still love you."

Darma released Asri's embrace.

"You're nothing As, if anyone saw how. This would be a big bomb , in my life. You should have realized dong. You are a married woman. Don't come to me again. We all have our own lives. You must be able to maintain your pride. Especially keeping your attitude towards me.

After that, Darmapun stepped into his house. Leaving Asri alone.

On the other hand a man smiled satisfiedly,

He managed to photograph Asri and Darma who were hugging.

"Ha.ha.this will be a weapon to destroy your relationship with Ratih Darma !" Said the man full of satisfaction.

"Road Sir. "Please ask the driver.

After that the man's car slides and disappears from the Darma housing complex.