My Only One's

Between Dreams and Reality

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Galang stopped his motor cross on a steep cliff in the south of Bandung. He stared at the expanse of nature in the distance which was always pampering the eyes.

Tea gardens and forests with various kinds of trees as far as the eye can see have always been an attraction for him. Also for his fellow cominitas his fellow automotive enthusiasts, especially motor cross.

And today's touring became one of the most memorable.

"Lu next week want to go to the tournament again?" A friend patted him on the shoulder, ripping Galang from his daydream.

"These months can't." Galang sipped mineral water offered by other friends.

"It's getting busy?"

"That's how."

"Touring to Bromo won't come too?"

"Let's see, I don't know what my work schedule will be." Error answering.

"Hopefully you can come along, quiet if there's not one person."

"Hm ...."

"Let's continue? It was afternoon too. Don't let us stay down the road. It's not funny if we're camping not in the spot that should be?"

"Yes ayok!"

Then more than ten men who ride cross motorcycles with various types also continue the journey.

Passing through hills, highways, villages and residential areas. Heading to the place they had determined before.

Although sweat and fatigue were mixed with mud and dust during the trip they got, also several incidents and accidents they also experienced, but it was all comparable to what they got afterwards.

The satisfaction of enjoying the beauty of nature and togetherness that they will not get in ordinary days feels worthy to reach.

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"Hey Piere?" Amara had just reached the parking area when she saw her classmate almost leaving.

"Yes?"

"Are you busy today?" Amara came closer.

"I have to work soon. Why?" The man with eyes as blue as the ocean stared at the clock on his wrist.

"Working?" Ara parroting.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where do you work?"

"At the hotel around the Eifel tower."

"I just found out that you work too?"

"It's been six months."

"Part-time?"

"No, regular." Piere shook his head.

"But your college?"

"I work after college."

"But your college hours are sometimes erratic?"

"I can adjust. Luckily, the hotel gives a respite to students like me."

"Oh, ...."

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Amara was silent for a moment.

"Maybe we can while eating for a while. I'm hungry." The young man laughed a little.

"Do you have time?"

"I have about an hour left." He checked his watch.

A small restaurant near the Seine river became their choice to just talk and fill the stomach at the end of the day.

Small but serious conversations become their discussion, which then ends with a little discussion.

"So what makes you work, even though your busyness on campus also cannot be called light?" Amara stirred her drink with a straw.

"Because I need money." Piere.

"Your parents didn't pay you, did they?"

"They support the cost of college and others."

"Why do you still want to work?"

"Because I have to." Piere replied after being silent for quite a while.

"You know, the majority of us after 18 have to take care of ourselves. Get out of your parents' house and organize your life independently. So about work is a must. You also know that the cost of living in Paris is not cheap."

"And to have a decent life it takes hard work, and I don't want to just rely on parenting. I do not come from a family that has abundant treasures so can ask for anything and get it easily. While my parents were down there, slamming bones. What kind of child am I?" Piere was soft.

"I am fighting for the future so that later it does not have to bother to realize the desire because of financial constraints. Even though the struggle is not easy. But I'm a man. My responsibility will be great."

Amara was silent, and suddenly she remembered Galang. The man would talk like that if they spoke. But he used to only think of it as the wind.

"And isn't that what you're fighting for, too? But our motives seem different. You go to school here to chase dreams, while I'm more than that."

Amara was silent.

This young man has a point too, because he does not think about anything else but learn to pursue ideals and realize dreams. Also channeling his hobby that likes the field of food and such. And school in Paris is one way to expand his knowledge.

Work it? Amara only considers it as another channel of his hobby. Even though he still has to work. Either in a company owned by someone else or in a place of business owned by his parents. But it can be ascertained if he will not be difficult in that regard.

"All right, I gotta go. Soon I'll have to replace my colleague's shift." Piere after finishing his meal.

"Yes Piere, I'm paying for it." Ara.

"No, that's inappropriate. Let me pay."

"But?"

"It's okay. I still have food to eat." The man forced.

"Well, Piere, next time I'll buy you?"

The man smiled while nodding.

"D'accord bon apres-midi (good afternoon.)" he said, then left.

Amara was still silent there, and she thought about the words of her classmate. What Piere said was almost like Galang saying about his reason for entering the Nikolai Group which he blatantly disagreed with.

It's nothing, he just doesn't want them to lose as much time as they did in childhood to adolescence. When his father was so preoccupied with many tasks and all sorts.

Can't fighting be done elsewhere? in another way. Not by plunging yourself into the company that many people want.

Well-being is assured, but time? He was tired of that sort of thing. You get a decent life, but you yourself are stuck there forever. What's so good about living like that?

But haven't they broken up since two years ago? And he had not even followed the development of the man's life since the last few weeks. So why should you always think about it?

Just leave him with his wishes and dreams, and everything he intends before joining the company. While he would do the same.

But Amara was stunned when she checked her social media. And the first thing he did was look at the account belonging to Galang who had been unfollowed a few weeks before. But he couldn't find it.

And the same thing he did on the man's whats app. Who also experienced the same thing. Both have been blocked so that he can not see any post that explains the man's activities in his daily life.

And suddenly Amara felt sorry. Something like being deliberately removed from her.

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