My Only One's

Secret

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"I'm done, okay?" Arkhan placed the spoon and fork on an empty plate. Then get up from the chair and step out.

They ate together in the afternoon every day Galang came to pick up Amara when he came home from work.

"I've been too. Want to continue with the task, huh?" Anandita got up.

"I am too." Aksa did the same as her two brothers. Except Asha who is still fun to enjoy the pudding made by her mother.

"You're not with your sister?" Arfan interrupted his youngest child's eating.

"No." Asha shook her head.

"Why? Not following the demo?" ask Arfan again.

"What demo?"

"Demo supports your brother who is angry because Papa hasn't bought a motorcycle yet?"

"Hm .. No ah, I'm busy, my food is not finished yet." replied the boy who again took the pudding in front of him.

"Mommy, tomorrow the supply add this pudding huh? I like it." she said, to the mother.

"Is there any food you don't like? Like all the food you like?" sahut Amara finished his meal.

"Sister bener. Hehehe …." Asha laughs.

"Hmmm ... base padlock!" amara's lips to her sister.

"Father! Brother call me a puff!" The boy stopped eating for a moment.

"Indeed you're puffed up, all the food comes in. I've added twice now add more pudding a lot. Stocksome!" amara said again with a laugh.

"Brand .. Papa! Brother keep calling me a puff!" Now Asha whined, making the older brother laugh out loud.

But both of their parents just shook their heads while laughing.

The same, then his attention was distracted when he saw Arkhan who was on the back porch through the window.

"Don't you, whining too while eating?" Amara continued to mock her youngest sister who continued her eating activities.

"Sister, the Asha will cry. We won't be able to make it stop in any way." Dygta stopped his eldest daughter's behavior.

"Are you still? Abege's time is still?"

"Well, just don't try." Dygta.

"Keep if the tantrum relapse how now how to cure it?"

"That's Papa's business."

"ah! Must be taken for a walk, right?"

"More or less so."

"Hmm .. easy."

"I ... come out for a minute?" Galang got up while showing the screen of his phone that was ringing aloud and looked like a number Dimitri was calling.

And the conversation turned to the middle room after Asha was completely finished with her meal.

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"Okay sir, don't worry.

 Let me handle it." Galang still stuck the phone in the ear after a while.

"...."

"It's okay, we can reset everything."

"...."

"Good." And then the conversation ended.

"Cla, can you send me her school number Anya?" I switched to call Clarra.

"Can it, what's the matter?"

"There's a little problem."

"What problem?"

"Children's problem."

"Will we fight again?"

"That's how."

"Okay, I'm sending it now."

"Thank you."

Then shortly afterwards Galang received a message containing a phone number and some information that he immediately stored in his contact record.

The man stuffed the phone into his pants pocket and almost went back inside the house when his gaze caught Arkhan's figure still in place.

The teenager sat leaning his body on a recliner on the terrace overlooking the beach whose sky began to dim with dazzling golden orange grooves.

He decided to approach her.

"Hey? Is your job done?" He sat on an empty chair beside her.

Arkhan turned, then nodded.

"At school there are difficulties? Usually first-grade children experience bullying from upperclassmen?"

"Not really, it's normal."

"Seriously? Tivi got a lot of news about that?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything else. Besides who would dare to mess with his son Papa plus his grandson Opa Satria Nikolai? Find out for his name." The boy laughed.

"It's good to have a family like that? Quite profitable." said Galang who slightly chuckled.

"Good thing, so good nothing."

"Times?"

Arkhan nodded his head.

"It's still about the bike?" Then galang asked.

He didn't answer.

"Maybe it's not okay, but because it's not time yet."

"The reason is old."

"It's not time for Ar!"

"But my friends?"

"Yes, .. Let's just say that they are different. Not like you."

"Where is the difference? The same school, that place."

"Papa is not like other parents who can easily let his children act freely."

"Why?" Arkhan wondered.

"Yes .. 'cause that's how Papa is." Galang turned to look at the house whose lights were already brightly lit.

"Why is Papa not like other parents who love freedom with their children? Minimal to me? I'm big, where's the guy again?"

"His name is also old man. I'm sure Papa has a good reason for doing that."

"Yes, what's the reason?"

"What yes? If in the position of the parents of the big brother because of fear of his son doing bad things, or in danger."

"Hahaha .. Brother kidding huh? What bad things could I possibly do? And what danger could I possibly have? Just asking for a motor."

"We don't know what will happen after you are given a bike? Could you go out a lot and do something weird?"

"What weird? I just asked for a motorbike to go to school."

"Knew to go to school?" Galang.

"Related. Has the school been so big still ushered driver using a car? Where do you sometimes bring Mama or Papa again? While temen-temen me on going alone? Think it's like Anya like this?" 

Galang laughing. She recalled her conversation with Dimitri just now while talking about her daughter returning to school.

"Is that funny?" 

"No." The man pulled and exhaled slowly.

"You know, teenagers your age are in a time like this. Want to prove yourself and do not want to be dictated because it feels big."

"I am big, brother. I'm 16, soon 17. Though dikiiittt again, but Papa doesn't want to know."

"Yes, but Papa doesn't want to know. Papa's just keeping you from the bad things that are likely to happen later."

"Ck! It keeps the ales."

"Because that's the truth."

"But Aunt Rania is not. Said he could motor from small, and see now? Traveling around the world racing. And why not?"

"Goddess ...." Galang scratched his unscratchy head.

If the role model is Oneng, this nasehatin hard address. Her inner, and her brain spun hard to change her sister-in-law's mindset.

"You want a secret vow that Brother gives you one chance?" Then he got the idea.

"What opportunity?" Arkhan without feeling enthusiastic.

"Riding the motor." said Galang.

"Hum?" His sister-in-law turned back.

"But once a week."

"Motor Brother?" The teenager was interested.

"Yes, kang ojek motor time?"

"Really?" Arkhan tilted his body until now they faced each other.

"But this promise is secret."

Arkhan turned to the house where he saw all his family members chatting.

"Why wouldn't you know?"

"If we keep it a secret Papa shouldn't know."

The boy thought.

"If you want, we can go once a week." Galang bargained with his sister-in-law.

"What's the alesan?"

"Can be arranged."

"But don't lie to Papa, I can't. I like suddenly falling asleep." Arkhan.

Galang.

"Where can Papa lie? Nothing must have been found out." replied Galang.

"Times?"

"Just try it."

"No dare, brother."

"So how? Wouldn't you?"

Arkhan.

"What's the reason if you want to come with Big Brother?"

"If the weekend stays in the apartment."

"Maybe?"

"Who wants to ban it?"

"Can you be like Ara?"

"Can be arranged."

Arkhan was silent again.

"It's okay, you can wait 17 years. After that, Papa must have given you a motorbike or maybe even a car like Kak Ara."

"Times?"

"of course. Your age is fitting. You will know that Papa does not discriminate between you, Brother Ara or your brothers. All have the same portion although the way is different. Because sometimes parents will be harder on boys because they have to."

"Why should?"

"Maybe it's because you're the first boy and you'll be the leader."

"What are big brother's parents like?"

"Not really."

"No, different?"

"Because everything is different."

"What difference?"

"Do you know what Papa's job is?"

"Know. He used to work at Oppa's company, and now he has his own business."

"Do you think it's easy?"

Arkhan shook his head. He recalls several moments where he saw his father who sometimes barely had time for them while working at his grandfather's company. 

Or often the man brings a lot of work home and Dygta helps him. 

He often hears serious discussions between his father and mother about their work. And it sounds pretty hard.

"And do you know what Brother's parents do?"

"What?"

"Only factory workers and ordinary housewives. Sometimes we have financial difficulties. But brother's the only son. So it might be easier to keep an eye on. Not like Papa who has many children."

"Irit is his only child?" Arkhan.

"She's only one knows?"

"Oohh .. later if Brother and sister Ara have children it can certainly be a lot."

"Why is that?"

"And Papa's son is a lot?" The sister-in-law laughed.

"What connection?"

"Papa's descendants know?"

Galang frowned.

"Small have discussed the problem of children?"

"I'm big, I know 17 years soon?"

"Acknowledging that it's big but things haven't been given by the motorbike? Plus envious again?"

"Whoa, I'm not."

"Yesterday until the protest? Where'd you bring me about Ara's car again?"

"Mh …."

"Remember, the parents' affection is the same portion but a different way. Especially now that Brother Ara is married."

"Now what does that have to do with it?"

"Yes, Papa's love is divided into four, not five."

"Mommy doesn't include dong?"

"It's not love, it's love." Arise from his seat.

"Well, what's the difference?"

"You'll know you're an adult." The man walked towards the house.

"I'm growing up soon, brother."

"Yes, wait a minute."

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"So Brother was talking to Arkhan?" They almost went to bed after cleaning up.

"Huh? When?"

"So behind Papa's house."

"Ohh …." Galang fixed the position of his pillow to be comfortable.

"Not oh, but answer!"

The man just laughed.

"Laughs?"

"That's a secret."

"Confidentiality?"

"Male secrecy."

"Haside boy?" Amara.

"Yes, secret."

"What secret?"

"Well if I say it's no longer a dong secret?"

"Do you want secrets like me?"

"The thing is I promised Arkhan."

"What promise?"

"On this secret."

"What the hell?"

"Disdom dear!" He crept her cheeks with anxiety.

"Gee!!" Amara brushed her hand away.

"Eh, wrong hold. Get it here." The man slipped his hands into Amara's nightgown as usual.

"No holding on!" Then she held her husband's arm.

"Why? Every night is like this." Galang protested that his pleasure was disturbed.

"Yes if playing secrets should not be held."

"Kok that?"

"Not that either."

"Don't have anything to do with secrets?"

"For me there."

"What?"

"Well, if you don't want to tell me the secret, don't hold this up."

Galang.

"If others can?" Then the man tried to smile.

"I won't let anything else happen."

The man throttled.

"Try what's the secret?"

"The secret is Arkhan Neng."

"Yes already." Amara pulled the blanket so that it almost covered her entire body.

"Eh?"

"That means don't hold on, what else."

"Ohuh?"

"Bobo A, it's late."

"Miss?"

Amara closed her eyes.

"Miss?" The man stabbed Amara in the cheek with his fingertips, but the wife was unmoved.

"If I say you want to love?"

Amara did not answer.

"Miss?" The woman remained silent.

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