My Only One's

Amara's Concerns

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One week later …

"I heard you're getting married?" Clarra assured the news she had heard these few days. But they can only face because Galang who is rarely in the office because of his duties outside this week more.

Galang looked up at him who was tidying up the documents on Dimitri's desk after the man left.

"Yes, three more days." Then he answered.

Clarra paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Congratulations" he said, staring at Galang's face.

"Yes, thank you." The man nodded and smiled back.

"You ... is Cla okay?" Then he made small talk, just to eliminate the awkwardness that was suddenly present.

"Yes, I'm good." Clara smiled again.

"Thank God, I hope you're happy."

"Yes Lang, thank you. You too." Then the woman left immediately.

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"His knee has returned to its place, and we see the cracks here are also gradually improving." The doctor pointed to several points on the photo of Amara's ronsen done a while before.

"The next is better, not as bad as before. We just need to go through the recovery for a few weeks very carefully. But for the whole thing it's been better."

Arfan and Galang looked relieved, while Doctor Syahril who had been accompanying them had been paying attention.

"Then for the surgery on his face how?" Turned to Doctor Syahril.

"I've heard from the plastic surgeon, and if Amara is ready it can be done next week."

"Can it be done here?" Arfan checked out some information he got about his daughter's health condition.

"could. Luckily, our facilities are complete. Or if not, we can ask for help from Nikolai Medical Center." The man explains.

"Ah, yes too. If that's the case, we can use Dimitri's assistant to make things easier." Arfan patted the shoulder of his son-in-law, then laughed.

"Master Sir." Doctor Syahril.

"Can that be sir?" Interrupting the conversation. 

"Of course you can, what can't? As the second person in Nikolia your power group is almost the same as Dimitri. If you want you can use it for your own benefit."

"But it should not be used haphazardly, it should be for emergency matters and is very important. If it's Ara, I can still."

"If that would make things faster, why not sir? I'll use it if needed." bargain Galang later.

"No. About Ara I am still able." Arfan refused, then he returned to Doctor Syahril.

"So what will be done to Ara's face? Will the surgery include a face change, a skin patch change or something?" Arfan started to investigate.

"There are some things that will be done to Ara. The procedure includes repairing damaged skin tissue, closing the wound, and repairing a network of small blood vessels that had been disrupted due to broken glass entering. For this there are two specialists who will handle."

"Two?"

"Yes, later we will consult first on the surgeon's wound and oncoplasty, also with the consultant microsurgery."

"That means a lot needs to be done for Ara's face to recover?"

"Yes, of course."

"Will there be any changes to Ara's face?" After listening to the conversation in front of him.

"Of course not. This surgery only repairs the skin damaged by the wound. So the rest is not there."

Galang nodded his head.

"Well, we'll meet again tomorrow for Amara's follow-up. Tonight I have to prepare some things." Doctor Syahril said.

"Yes, we also have to go back to Ara's room." Arfan answered. 

Then the three men came out of the room.

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Amara stared at the gray sky outside her nursery window. Evening is approaching and her mother is still there to accompany her. 

After talking about many things with Mytha before finally the woman went home first when Wira and their son came to pick up.

"I'm afraid of Mommy." The girl said, but her gaze was still on the horizon.

"What are you afraid of?" Dygta came back to him.

"All things."

"On the operation?" Dygta sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's just a face operation. They'll just fix the scar to disappear and you're back to how you were."

"Stay away. It's not like it was before I got in an accident. Not to mention this." Amara touched the cast that protected her right hand and foot.

"Maybe it's a long time until I'm completely healed." The girl turned to look at my mother's face.

"Indeed. But rest assured." Dygta touched the girl's hand.

Amara fell silent.

"A lot of people support you, so what are you worried about?"

"Just fear you're tired and bored." One corner of his lips was slightly interested forming a bitter smile.

"No, what are you talking about?"

"And Brother Galang …."

"Sstt .. don't think. We're working on your recovery right now, isn't that enough? Have you not seen Galang's efforts to stay by your side since your first day here? She even decided to ask you when you were at your lowest."

Then the door opened and two men entered in sequence. Dygta turned her head and found her husband with their future daughter-in-law who returned after consulting a doctor about Amara's circumstances.

"How's it?" The woman immediately asked.

"Everything is good, and the operation can be done next week. As long as Ara is ready and the conditions remain as good as this." replied Arfan after their distance was close enough.

"Thank God. Hear that? You must be healthy, so that everything will go smoothly." Dygta returns to Amara.

"Mommy, I'm going home. I'm tired." Asha appeared followed by her three older siblings after spending time in the lower area of the hospital.

"You going home now?" Dygta turns to the youngest.

"Yes. Where do I do a lot more, I haven't got the material yet." The boy was writhing spoiled on his father's arm.

"If I can already, while waiting below was looking on the internet. Many." said Aksa who then sat on the sofa following his two brothers.

"Well, Aksa has got it. Why haven't you? Search the internet, right?" Arfan hugged the youngest child in their family.

"Asha males." Arkhan laughed, but his attention did not escape from his cellphone.

"Moreover come the same Aksa." Anandita chimed in, and the three children laughed at the same time.

"Asha, don't be. That's a bad habit." The father reacted.

"No, they're lying. I don't cheat, just look at it continue to follow nyari. Let the answer be the same." Asha defended herself.

"Do you know?" Anandita answered.

"Beda Sis."

"Either." Arkhan with his crisp laugh.

"Papa, I'm not cheating. Just a mastiin my answer is the same or not the same Aksa." Asha whined, feeling displeased with the answers of her three older sisters.

"Hah, in addition to kang nyontek Asha so kang ngadu as well." Arkhan was apparently dissatisfied after mocking his youngest sister.

"Papa, is that Arkhanya's brother?"

"Isn't it?"

"Already, don't discuss. You both like the Internet. What good is that?" Arfan stopped the strife between his four children.

"Then let's go home? You may be late for work tonight." Dygta got out of bed.

"Okay, come on."

"Why do you want to go home too?" Amara opened her voice after listening to the conversation of her family.

"Of course, who's gonna take Mommy and your sisters? Waiting for the driver to come must be a long time." Arfan answered.

"Papa also want to rest tonight, at least tomorrow morning back." 

"Hm …."

"Come kids?" The man led his wife and their four children out of the room.

"Go first Brother." And they were soon saying goodbye.

"Is it okay to keep it alone?" arfan said to Galang before he went out through the door.

"It's okay sir, just calm down."

"Good." Then Arfan breezed following his son and wife who had been outside first.

"Remember, don't fuck around." The man gave a warning before finally closing the door.

"Umm .." They were both stunned, and Galang even scratched his non-itchy head.

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