My Only One's

Pillowtalk

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"Duh, is it done?" Clarra glanced at the digital clock on the side of the table as Galang exited Dimitri's room in the afternoon, followed by their supervisor in the back.

"As you can see." The man placed some documents on the secretary's desk.

He finished his work that afternoon on time. So that he could hand over some of the documents he had checked with Dimitri right at the time of the return hour. 

"That's a lot, but you can finish it on time?" Clarra.

"You don't know that today he's working so passionately" said Dimitri, who loosened the twists of his tie.

"Isn't he always excited?" Clarra.

"But this time his spirit multiplied many times over."

"Times?"

"Yeah, does it seem like a week's leave is very useful for him?" Dimitri sneered.

Clarra held a smile while the person in question did not reply at all.

"Then for tomorrow's meeting who's going to go?" Clarra then asked.

“I can.” The staff immediately replied.

“Self is okay?”

“It's okay Sir.”

“Alright, that's great.” The boss laughed happily.

“Indeed it's my job isn't it?” 

“Yeah, you understand.” Dimitri patted his assistant's shoulder.

“Well then, I go home first?” said Galang later.

“Still afternoon know?” Dimitri grinned.

“There is already waiting at home Sir.” Stroll towards the elevator.

“Huuuh cocky!” Dimitri again sneered.

“Yes my wife doesn't race sir, so it must be at home.” The man got into an open elevator.

“What did you say?” The boss reacted.

But Galang did not answer, and he just waved his hand before the elevator door closed tightly.

“What kind of assistant is that?” Dimitri grumbling. “Newly know there is an assistant like him? How dare you say that to me?”

Clarra laughed too.

“Basic kids.” he said while shaking his head.

“What?” Dimitri then turned to him.

“You are like a child fighting over toys, often satirizing and mocking each other?”

“Not me, but she's Cla!” 

“Same. Dimi ... Dimi!” Clarra laughed again while shaking her head.

“It looks like I'm the only director who has no authority in the eyes of my own subordinates? Huh, sucks. This is the result if you hire your wife's best friend! Allowed can run, but if given an ultimatum must be in trouble. Huh!” The man walked towards the elevator.

“Hey Clarra, do you want to go down together or not?” he said when he was in the elevator.

“Iya wait a minute.” Clarra hurried away.

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Amara was already on the front porch, and she could not wait to welcome her husband home from work. Especially after the man gave the news if he would go home quickly today.

It was seen that Galang's car entered the yard, and Amara seemed happy because of it. Her face was bright with a cheerful smile.

“Why are you out?” The man got down and closed the car door.

Amara did not answer immediately but she spread her hand.

Galang smiled, He sped up his pace and immediately rushed over to hug him.

“Hmm .. kangen!” The woman muttered.

“New a day?” Galang chuckled then let go of his embrace.

“But this week we both continue?”

“Yes too." The man chuckled. "You want to go home?" bargain later, which Amara answered with a nod.

"Alright, we'll say goodbye first." Galang straightened his body then pushed the wheelchair that Amara occupied into the house.

The middle room looks warm. Arfan and his four children were chatting after completing their schoolwork. It was seen from the school bags and books scattered on the tables and sofas. And the kids are still holding their stationery.

"Papa?" Amara called her father.

"Yes?" And Arfan turned his attention away from his other son.

"I want to go home" said Amara.

"Come home?"

The child nodded his head.

"It's late afternoon." The man looked at his watch. "Why not just stay?"

"Mh …." Amara looked up at her husband.

"Tomorrow I have a morning meeting, so have to prepare some things. So …."

"Wait a minute, Mommy is preparing a meal. You will come home after eating." said Arfan when he saw his wife who entered the room where they were.

"It just so happens that the ship has arrived? Let's eat first?" Dygta with his usual hospitality.

"Wouldn't you eat first?" Amara asked her husband.

"Want to?"

"Yes. So later you do not need to cook in the apartment, we already eat here." The woman laughed.

"All right." And Galang according to.

Then they moved to the dining room where the dishes were neatly arranged on the table. Which Dygta had prepared with his two domestic assistants.

"Well, let's eat a lot, let's get well quickly" Arfan told his daughter.

"Come on, eat." Dygta told his son-in-law.

"I-iya" replied Galang who still felt awkward about his circumstances.

This was new to him, and he first got together with all the members of the Amara family. Moreover, eating together also after many years they know each other.

And the most important thing is that it is also a new thing to gather in the house with quite a lot of family members. He was used to just hanging out with his parents even on a holiday or other special day. His family members are not many and they are even far from relatives.

"Galun? Come on, don't worry." Dygta breaks his daughter-in-law's daydream.

"Eee .. Yes, Mom." A little stuttering.

"What do you want to eat?" Then he turned to Amara.

"What a thing, free."

There are several types of food that Dygta prepares. Special menu as usual and never miss this family favorite menu.

Then Galang took the rice and some of the dishes into one plate, then they started eating that evening.

"Why did you eat it from one plate? Just each one." Arfan reacts when he sees Galang feeding Amara, then he feeds himself food.

"Yes, is there a lot of food?" Dygta did the same.

"It's okay, we've always been this way." Error answering.

"What?"

"Uuu .. romantic." Anandita opened her voice after listening to the interaction between her brother and the man who is now her brother-in-law.

Then there was Arkhan's reaction that held back his laughter.

"Don't laugh!" Amara patted the arm of the sister who was beside her. 

"Every day I think I can't eat alone." Then he turned to his father.

"Not romantic!" He's a little tickled.

"Sister's left hand is okay?" Asha also commented.

"Well, is the meal time left-handed? It's not polite to know!" The brother replied.

"Yes if you have to be okay, sister."  Arkan replied, then laughed.

"Not used to." Amara answered again.

Katiga's sister chipped at the same time.

"Mariju." The last Aksa spoke.

"What?"

"Say you want to be asked, already have a husband? It used to be that the sick could still eat themselves, now?" said the 3rd grade junior.

Amara almost opened her mouth to answer but Galang soon preceded her.

"It's okay, but you can still. Later if it is healed it can be alone" he said.

"Duh, behind her husband?" Arkhan spoke again.

"Be quiet, children don't have to interfere in adult affairs!" Amara reacted again.

"What kids? I know High School?" answer the sister.

"Well, is my sister married? You're obviously still a kid?"

Arkhan pulled one corner of his lips upwards.

"Eh, ... Why argue like this?" Dygta broke the debate between her children.

"Why after marrying sister so nyebelin? Not cool." said the handsome teenager who was very similar to his father.

"Yes if you are not julid first Brother will not be nyebelin." Amara answered.

"Already! It's not good to argue near food, it's not a blessing" Dygta said.

"Let's continue eating?" said.

"No habit of anything is followed." The sister muttered.

"What?" And Arfan heard it quite clearly.

"Silver the habit of all his will was obeyed Papa, so be it." Arkhan made clear his words which made the entire dining room speechless.

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Yes .. 'cause that's the truth." Arkhan replied.

"What?" Amara laughed softly as she chewed the food that Galang fed her.

"If the brother who asks for anything must be loved, not like me" said Arkhan who stopped eating.

"Hum?"

"What do you mean?" Dygta spoke up.

"Yes if I ask for something is rarely followed, but if Brother asks for everything directly." Fearfully the boy spoke.

"Which one of your requests didn't Papa and Mommy follow?" Dygta stopped his eating.

Arkhan.

"Arkhan?"

"I ... asked for a motorbike but not bought. Brother coming home from Paris got a car?"

Amara and Galang looked at each other.

"Geez!" Arfan stuck his back on the back of the chair.

"Motorcycle only! Not as expensive as a car?"

"You're not old enough Arkhan!" said the father who returned to chew his food.

"My friends already have them, and they go to school on a motorcycle? Isn't that Ann?" Arkhan asks for support from his twin brother.

"Yes, almost everything in the class carries a motorbike. I guess we're the only ones still getting the driver?" Anandita.

"Yes, but you're not old enough."

"But they can?"

"They are not Papa's children, if Papa's children yes will not allow Papa. You think it's that easy to bring your own vehicle?"

"It's so easy, I can."

"Huh? Can it be from where? When's studying?"

"When I go to school I borrow a motorbike."

"Duh?"

"Come on Pah, buy me a motorbike. One, not two. Let Ann be the one who's boncengin." Arkhan asked his father.

"No." But the man immediately replied firmly.

"Well, Pah? I was already great when the school was still driven by a driver? Shy Pah!"

"So, did anyone taunt you at school for being driven by a driver? Wh who? Dad will come to school."

"Eh, .. nope. How dare anyone leadekin his son Arfan Sanjaya? I just want to kayak them, right, fun?"

"It's not time yet." replied Arfan again.

"Papa said it's not time yet! You are not old enough!" Arfan slightly raised his voice which made the entire dining room speechless again.

"Later, if you are 17 years old, already have a ID card and can make a SIM, Papa just give it." he continued firmly.

"Temen I haven't been 17 years already can make the same ID card SIM."

"They are not Papa's children." replied Arfan again, and this time it is indisputable.

"Now finish your meal, after that continue to do the task."

"It's over."

"Then, after this rest!"

Arkhan was silent.

"Arkhan?"

"Yes pah." Then he did what his father said.

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"Is your dad always that hard?" Galang sat on the bedside rubbing his wet hair.

They arrived at the apartment after returning home after eating and had a little conversation.

"No. I just saw Papa Kayak." 

"Your head isn't like that?"

"Never. Speaking out loud never. How dare Papa be so the same as me? I'm sweet and submissive." Amara joking

"Lagian Arkhan emang rather ngeyel, has been said not yet the time and not old enough still ask for a motorbike. Was it also explained?"

"This isn't the first time Arkhan has asked for it?"

"I guess yes, that's why Papa said that."

"Arkhan first grade High School?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I used to get a first-class High School motorbike."

"Don't you? Don't have a KTP?"

"Indeed."

"Can't you?"

"Forced. Because schools are far away if using public transportation is expensive. I bought a used duck motorcycle. So the money for the fare can make a snack." The man laughed.

"How will the SIM be?"

"Not got a SIM."

"How on the road?"

"Not how. Just walk away."

"If there's a cop?"

"It's normal."

"If ticketed?"

"Yes, don't get it."

"That's against the law know?"

Galang laughing.

"Is breaking the law proud again?"

"Not proud of Neng."

"What's the name of it?"

"Ummm ... What is it? It's the kind of thing we can't follow because of necessity."

"Don't understand the same brother's statement."

"You won't understand." He got up and walked to the other side of the room. Hang a towel on the capstock and then comb her hair that is half dry.

"I have an idea?" Then he went back to nearby Amara and got into bed.

"What?"

"In Bandung there are two motors."

"Continue?"

"It doesn't look like it's going to be used for a long time."

"Continue?"

"We brought it here."

"For what?"

"For Arkhan."

"No, haven't you been allowed to do it yet Papa? Later Papa ngambek you know."

"Of course your dad is that hard, so how come I gave him one of his bikes for Arkhan?"

"Not knowing, besides Papa must also be able to if to buy a motorcycle do not need Brother love also."

"Of course, your dad can afford to even buy more of a bike like I have. But this is Arkhan."

"Arkhan why?"

"She seems to be a little jealous of you."

"Why's wife?"

"Don't hear what he said?"

Amara recalled the conversation at her parents' house at lunch this afternoon.

"He asked for the bike not to be followed, but you came home from Paris to get a car?"

"You told me he wasn't old enough. I'm sure if for example Arkhan's age is enough Papa will tell you what he wants?"

"Will he understand?"

"I'm sure Arkhan will understand. Let's just say he's obedient. Only sometimes he likes to be too honest to speak his mind."

"Yes good, so we'll understand what he wants. That Arkhan-age kid is honestly expressing himself. He's also trying to prove that he can do anything, especially in front of his peers."

"Aren't you thinking that?"

"Well, I didn't grow up right away. I also experienced what Arkhan experienced. And it's not easy."

"Masa? How come I'm not?" Amara chuckles.

"Experience everyone else knows, let alone you girls. Parents tend to be more gentle to girls especially your parents not just Papa and Mommy."

Amara fell silent.

"Where's Arkhan? He's a boy and Papa seems to be acting harder on him?"

"No ah the same" said the woman, although she also remembers aloud what she experienced from childhood to adulthood like now.

And there is nothing that makes him feel disappointed or envious about the treatment of his parents about what he can or not. Because in reality they always give him what he wants.

"What's different?"

"You think?"

"I don't see it. All that Papa or Mommy or Mama love is appropriate, especially I never feel like asking for anything? Did I ever ask to buy a motorcycle? I followed everything that Papa and Mama said, I also thought that Papa could I go to school until the third grade of High School. Keep going everywhere must be Papa Anter. Papa never let me go alone even if it's just group work, and that's okay. "

"Seriously?" Galang.

Imagining this woman beside him is always accompanied by his father wherever he goes even if it is only for his schoolwork. And it feels ridiculous.

"Yes. I told you to go, Papa would be ready to go."

"Not going out with friends?"

"Take a appointment at the mall, watch it or eat. But surely Papa Anter keeps waiting for me to finish."

"Jeez, to the extent. Your father is out of work, isn't he? Didn't he work at Nikolai Group before Mr Dimitri returned from Russia?"

"It's going to be the weekend when Papa is off. If on weekdays Papa never gave permission."

"Hmm .. ish I can't imagine what it's like to go with friends but your Papa's coming?"

"It's okay, Papa didn't go to gather. It must have been a long wait that was important I'd always look."

"And you're okay?'

"No, it's normal."

"Gee!" Galang shook his head.

"Why indeed?"

"Not why-why, just .. it feels weird." The man chuckled.

"And I'm used to it, it even feels weird if not Papa Anter. Sometimes I like not to go if Papa's not around."

"Are you really Papa's son?" 

"What if the boys don't? Including Arkhan?"

"Maybe the context is different?"

"Don't know." Amara shrugged her shoulders.

"Or have you never felt jealous of your many sisters?"

"Why should I be envious? Are they Papa's kids too?"

"Well, if Papa gives them what?"

"No."

"Times?"

"Yes. I'll find out what I want, even if it's probably different from what my sisters do."

"Hmm .. You are that selugu."

"His older brother ever felt envious?" Now Amara asked.

"Eri to whom? I don't have a brother."

"Oh, I forgot."

"Just college time sometimes like to hear friends complain about their families who are jealous of each other because their parents are loving."

"Why don't I choose to tell you? Just treat all his children according to age and needs."

"Yes yes …." Galang nodded his head and laughed. This woman really defended her father.

"Udah ah keep talking, I'm sleepy." Amara lowered her body so she lay down.

"Yes me too. Where to go in the morning?" Even the bar did the same. He then closed their bodies.

"That's so big?"

"Yes." Yeah." His hand had slipped behind the girl's pajamas, and soon found her favorite.

"Oh yes." Amara restyled the pillow so that her head was comfortable there.

The two fell silent and tried to close their eyes.

"Miss?" Back to talking.

"Hum?"

"I'm not sleepy."

"Usually go to sleep when the head is stuck on the pillow?"

"Now I can't."

"Why?"

The man got up and then took off his shirt.

"Mh …."

"Maybe because it's not yet anu." He laughed then revealed Amara's pajamas.

"Anu?"

Galang smiled and then began to fondle the woman.

"Later Brother of bad luck!" Amara held him back, but Galang ignored his hearing.

Then the beautiful sea was soon to happen and could not be ignored again.

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