My Only One's

Memory And Opportunity

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Amara put her hot chocolate on the table, right next to the laptop that is still on even though time is very late. He had just finished his task after a conversation with his parents in the country.

Paper, books, and stationery were still scattered and he had no intention of tidying them up. Tomorrow is still needed.

Now his attention is on his smartphone that is lying just like that, which he then took. Then turn it on and log on to the social media app she has been using lately.

Look for interesting things that might bring up new ideas for the task and anything that is now being learned. Especially those related to food, food vlogers and such.

But his attention was also turned to one storry an account that passed on the homepage. Of course, the account he is very familiar with and is always seen, even though he never commented or sent a message.

"Sometimes I forget that I'm nobody." Caption that Galang wrote in a simple video featuring a night view in the sky of Jakarta.

"And I tried to steady myself after I realized it." The sentence the man wrote in the next video, which featured his activities traveling around the city on his favorite cross motorbike.

"But it wasn't enough." The sentence on the next storry featuring a silhouette photo of him sitting on his big motorbike.

Amara took a breath and exhaled slowly. Even two years is not enough to make himself feel ordinary at every thing that Galang revealed. Just like the man who always makes posts related to his feelings.

Isn't that pretty obvious? They both seem to have the same feeling. But each has a different ego and a different way to go about things. Which seems to never work to make the two run simultaneously.

A galang who is so ambitious about everything, and he who has many choices and opportunities to make it happen. But it doesn't seem to make them think. Even the two are getting more and more out of line.

Why is it so hard to forget each other? He knew they were so different from any side, but still his heart kept on being linked to the man.

Now, just let her be with her feelings, and me with mine. If we had to be together, wouldn't there always be a way to be together? Although there are many differences and differences in understanding things, God will always give way, right?

Then Amara pressed the unfollow button on the settings column. And it was as easy as it was to decide, only to see and prove to what extent destiny would bring them back together. Maybe in a different way and a different opportunity.

Good bye my love.

Be the last post you might see after this.

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"Om Galang!!" Two small children ran towards him as soon as Galang came out of the interview room at the end of the day.

The man stopped walking and then turned around. Rania is running behind her twins, as usual.

"Hey?" We welcome the three of them.

"Busy Sir?" Rania immediately greeted him as soon as their distance was close. Anya and Zenya hugged the man's leg.

"Newly finished. Where are you guys from?" Galang crouched down to high-fingered the two boys.

"School." Anya answered.

"Oh yes." The man laughed as he recognized the kindergarten uniform they were wearing.

"When do you come home?" Then he asked his best friend.

"Evening." Rania also answered.

"In Brazil on the podium again?" Then Galang rose up.

"That's it."

"A snob!" Steady while laughing.

"Aren't you watching the race?"

"No chance Mom. Am I busy?"

"Ah I forgot. You're my husband's assistant, aren't you?"

"That know?"

"Yes yes PaK Assistant, sorry." Rania clasped her hands together on her chest.

"Mommy came home with a big cup. Make the shelves full. There's no place anymore." Anya.

"Times?"

"Yes, I have to buy it again."

"Yes buy it, is it hard?" Galang.

"But the house is getting narrower, ask the shelves that contain all Mommy trophies." Zenya.

"Yes buy a bigger house, a wider one so it's not narrow." Struggling with ease.

"That's right, said Om Galang also buy again Mommy's house, let's not be narrow." Anya to her mother.

"What? Keep that house going anywhere?"

"Yes, make it a trophy place."

"Ogah, later mubadzir. Our people often sleep in Opa's house." Rania answered.

"But sometimes you go home?"

"How about Papi." The mother and son had an argument.

"Keep you guys from school straight here?" Then Galang interrupted their conversation.

"Yes, Mommy said let papi remember to come home in the afternoon."

"Where are you going?"

"Not going anywhere, just want to be the same papi."

"Oh, okay if that's it. Want to go upstairs?" Tawar Galang later.

"Now. Comeon?" Anya immediately grabbed Galang's hand and pulled him towards the elevator. While her mother and twin brother she lives behind.

"So, he forgot our Zen?" Rania herded her son following the two people in front.

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"Hallo aunty Clarra?" As usual, Anya greeted whoever she met first.

"Hallo darling? Want to see papi?" The woman got up from her chair.

"Yes dong. Papi's busy?"

"Not really. Just finished the meeting downstairs."

"okay." Anya had not yet removed her hand from Galang, which she then pulled into her father's study.

"Hi Cla?" Rania also greeted the secretary and her husband's cousin.

"Hi Ran's? How are you doing? I heard you just got back from Brazil?"

"That's how."

"Congratulations, you're champion again."

"Hmm .. thanks."

"I heard that you guys are preparing a new driver, right?"

"Yes, more or less so. I can't keep racing, right? Someone has to change."

"Yes, right. It needs regeneration, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hey Zenya, are you home from school?" Clarra then greets the stifled boy hiding behind Rania. He is not as friendly as Anya, and Zenya does not talk too much like her twin brother.

"Yes Aunt." The boy answered.

"You picked them up Ran?"

"Yes, stay at home. Let oma opanya be duty free." Rania laughed.

"Well, I'm going in first, okay?" The woman then sauntered toward her husband's office.

"Please."

"That Aunt Clarra." Zenya waved her hand, which was answered with a smile by her father's secretary.

"I thought you guys would be here in the afternoon?" Dimitri welcomed his wife and son.

"Stage, lazy to go back and forth to the house." Rania embraces the husband who comes closer.

"Is that so?"

"Hmm...all want a report."

"Report that today Anya was called the principal."

"Duh? Why?"

"He's fighting the boy who's bothering Zenya."

"What?"

"He hit the boy until his nose bled."

"Huh?" Dimitri turned his head towards his daughter who immediately hid behind Galang.

"Why are you so?" Then the man asked.

"He wants to hit Zenya. Yes I hit first."

"Why would he hit Zenya?"

"Because Zenya won't give me the toy."

"Why should I be hit?"

"From the Zenya he hit?"

"Gosh my god."

"Who do you think this is?" Galang muttered while holding back a laugh.

"Keep how?" Dimitri turned to Rania.

"However. I'm sorry, keep taking the boy with his mother to the hospital for treatment, afraid he'll have a concussion."

"Then until so?"

"Well, we don't know, maybe Anya's punch is hard so her nose is bleeding. Instead of being a problem later yes I choose the responsibility of ajalah."

"Keep her mother's not angry?"

"Yes angry, his son is bleeding. Anya almost got a jewel if I didn't come on time. Anya explained why she dared to hit also the mother did not accept. After I went to the hospital and had a long conversation, he calmed down."

"What are you obrolin?" Interrupting the conversation.

"Much."

"For example?"

"Yes that was, sorry."

"Tumben's sorry, usually as loud as martial arts?"

"Whenever I fought him? It's not worth it. Let it go."

"How does it matter?"

"Yes peace. I'm done with it."

"As simple as that?"

"It's easy, why does it have to be so hard? Just apologize, hold responsibility."

"Relatedly done? Will Anya act again?" Back to interrupting.

"Surely, as Anya promised. Aye right?" Rania turned to her daughter who was still hiding behind Galang. And the boy immediately nodded.

"Times?" Galang also looked.

"Yes Om."

"Not sure. Maybe you'll do that again?"

"No, I swear." Anya held out both of her fingers.

"If he doesn't disturb the Zenya anymore. But if it's still bothering you don't know."

"Well, five-year-old can say that? pinter really!" Galang broke Anya's head.

"Don't be so Anya!" Dimitri to his daughter.

"I told you ...."

"Yes, but don't. Not good."

"Yes Papi." The boy looked down with regret.

"Promise?" Dimitri tilted his head.

"Promise Papi." Anya nodded her head.

"Good girl!" the man rubbed his daughter's cheek.

Dimitri's phone ring interrupted the conversation, and Satria's number called.

"Yes Pih?" He answered immediately.

"We have to fly to Moscow, Ded's condition has been declining since last night."

"What?"

"Bring your wife and son, Papi, wait at the airport."

"But I exist ...."

"There is no time left, leave your work to Galang, for Andra will come with us."

"What?"

"Quick Dim!"

"Ba-good Pih."

"Why?" Rania asked after her husband ended the call.

"We have to go to Moscow right now."

"What?"

"Ded condition is decreasing."

"Oh, ...."

"Quick Zai, Papi and Mama are waiting at the airport."

"I have to come?"

"Yes, and the kids too. Come, Anya!" Dimitri extended his hand to the princess.

"And you, take over my job during our time in Moscow" he told Galang.

"I Sir?" He pointed to himself with surprise.

"Yes, who else? You are my assistant. It's your job like that."

"But there's Mr Andra?"

"Om Andra's coming with us to Moscow, so from today until the next few days all my work you're handling." Dimitri confirmed his orders.

"All Sir?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But ...."

"There's no time to talk much, we have to leave immediately." Dimitri immediately led his son and wife out. While Galang was stunned in the room.

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