My Only One's

Priorities

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"You guys don't get naughty?" Rania squatted down to align her height with her two children.

"Yes Mommy." Anya replied, next to her twin sister who was just speechless, as usual.

"What will Enin say?"

"Hu'um." Anya nodded her head.

"Zen?" Rania turned to her son. He rubbed the top of the boy's head and looked at his sad face.

"Don't be sad. Mommy's just for a second. The day after tomorrow also came home." said the woman.

"I'm not sad. I just want to go with Mommy!" Finally Zenya hit his mother's embrace.

"No, baby, Mommy can't take you. Maybe next time?"

"Other time when? Mommy always says that."

"Yes .. next time." Rania glanced at Dimitri. And it seems that man understands enough.

"Later huh? If Papi can set the schedule again, and later if Mommy races we will follow." The man took over the situation.

But the child began to sob.

"Aren't you going to Bandung? Om Ega same Enin has been waiting for you." Then Angga appeared to remind.

"Yes, didn't you say that yesterday?"

"Come son? Mommy has to go, it's late." Dimitri reached out his hand after being silent about the conversation.

"Mommy, ..." Zenya did not want to escape from Rania.

"Come on Zen." Dimitri scooped up the small body of his son so that Rania could leave immediately.

"No, Mommy!"

"Go away. He's like this for just a second. He will recover by himself." Dimitri.

"Sorry it has to be this way." Rania embraces her son and husband, kissing them in turn. With a heavy heart he immediately moved away.

It was not the first thing for him to see something like this. Zenya does not want to be abandoned sometimes, especially when he will go to fulfill his obligations as a racer. Moreover, his two in-laws were still in Russia until an undetermined time.

There were many things that Satria had to take care of after Nikolai's death, and it took a lot of time, and it was quite influential on his two children, especially Zenya. Who will always be spoiled when his grandmother and grandfather are not around.

"Anom, I'm coming!" His zenya reached his hand in the air. Trying to plead against his grandfather who usually follows all his will.

"Can't Jen." Angga shook his head.

"Zen Pah." Rania backed off and reacted.

"Hm .... Like Papi you said. Next time okay?" The man persuaded the grandson who kept sobbing.

"Anom!!" zenya whine to her grandfather.

But it cannot stop the mother who has to fulfill the task. Bringing the good name of the country to fight on an international track. He understood, but still his desire was so great to be with the woman who had given birth to him.

"Bad Mommy, come home with a trophy?" Dimitri spoke while tightly hugging his son who continued to sob.

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"Cla, can I apply for leave next month?" Galang stopped Clarra's steps that almost came out of her room.

"Follow?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Mmm .. can." The woman answered.

"Yes!"

"One day huh? You see, we have a lot of projects to review, and a few meetings you have to attend." Clarra turned.

"What?" Half-screaming.

"Ish, why should you scream like that? Wanna make me deaf, huh?" The woman reacted.

"I'm asking for a leave, not a holiday."

"What difference?"

"Why did you only give me one day?"

"How many days do you want?"

"A minimum of three or four days."

"You're crazy!" Clarra came closer.

"I'm asking for a leave of absence so as not to go crazy. For two years I never asked for leave, other than holidays. It was also only three days, while the other employees were up to two weeks." Galang got up from his chair, then walked around the work desk while wearing his suit.

"Hey, you're not an ordinary employee, but Dimitri's assistant. Where can it be likened to that? And after all, it's just you? I, Mr. Andra, and the other main staff were also only able to take three days off. You think I work here just delights the leg barges while you work? Don't you see what I've been working on? The schedules, and all the agendas you're working on are more than you can imagine. You think it's easy?" Clarra leaned her body.

While Galang retreated until the back of his body hit the edge of the table.

"It's not just you working hard non-stop here. But everyone. And if you think your job like this is hard, look at my job." Clarra shook her head.

"How many schedules should I set so that it doesn't clash between one and the other? And how many teams should I set up to run the system so that it becomes this good? If you're so tired that you're almost crazy, then what about me?" The woman pushed Galang's chest with her index tip.

"Ummm .. yes, tap-but don't do this." Stuttering galang.

"Then what should? Letting you go on vacation while me, Mr Andra, and Dimitri here work so hard?" Clarra continued to advance so that the distance between them almost disappeared.

Galang was silent with his mouth tightly closed.

"You're just about to be adopted as Dimitri's main assistant, and did you know that it won't make your position any easier? Your work is very much, and your work becomes very important. You'll be number two in Nikolai Group!"

"I'm not ...."

"So don't ask for anything like that. After all, what the hell are you asking for that long leave?" Clarra retreated then folded both her hands on her chest.

"Tell me, why do you need that much time off? You know, only newlyweds are given more than three days off. So, if for example I want to give you a long leave, you better find a mate first there, and get married!"

"Why the hell even bring about all sorts of soul mates? Know for yourself that I'm single?"

"Then shut up, don't ask for anything!"

"Well, why does it have to be like this?" Galang.

"Where are you going to ask for that much leave?"

"Ha-Just want to tour Cla."

"Touring what?"

"Touring with community friends."

"What community?"

"Motor."

Clarra grunted violently.

"Now is not the time for you to play games. Work requires you to try your best, and you shouldn't spend too much time on things like that."

"Cla's refreshing only."

"Refreshing your head! While everyone here is busy chasing deadlines." The woman said.

While Galang rolled his eyeballs.

"So can't?" Then he asked.

"No." And Clarra answered firmly as she breezed toward the door that was already open.

"Huh, you cruel bastard!" Galang.

"What did you say?" But the woman stopped and turned around.

"Hah, no Cla, it's okay, I just ...."

"Is it important to be touring with your community rather than working?"

"Umm .. not really. Why is it even a problem like this?"

"So why is it so insistent to go touring?"

"I told you ...."

"Determine which priorities, the other you can number duakan. Otherwise, you won't be able to accomplish anything!"

Galang is silent now.

"Go home! Take a break and take your time for the things that matter!" clarra said again, and she actually walked out.

"Healing is also useful, let's not be emotional!" The man muttered again as he followed Clarra's cage.

"I heard it Lang!" And the woman who had entered the elevator also said, making Galang back shut his mouth tightly.

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"Ah, fuck!" Clarra kicked the tire of her car which suddenly stopped driving on a busy road. But no one even cares to ask.

The night is approaching, and he intends to go home after finishing all the work so that his weekend does not have to be interrupted by unexpected calls.

Thick smoke billowed from the front hood, and he forced it open. Making the puff become increasingly concentrated and detached in the air.

"Is there anything I forgot? Oh, come on, don't be like this!" The woman was angry.

"What's wrong with your car?" Suddenly he appeared out of nowhere.

Clarra no longer answered, but she squinted at the man who immediately stopped the speed of his second wheeled vehicle.

"Why do I always have to meet you? In the office working with you, outside of meeting you too? Just piss off!" gerutu to Galang.

"Don't you? Is it outside the office still bad? Not tired of what?"

Clarra.

"Why car? Strike huh?" galang asked half-mockingly, then he got off his bike.

"What do you see?"

"Yes .. strike anyway." The man chuckled.

"Need help?" tawar Galang as it approached.

"No, I want a phone shop."

"Have you?"

"Yet. This just wants to." Clarra presses one contact name on her phone to make a call.

But after a few minutes the call was not connected, and it began to frustrate him.

"Why the hell?" The woman stared at the screen of her phone with her frowns furrowed, making her eyebrows look intertwined.

Then he again tried to call the number, and the same thing happened.

"Ah, ... Why is it like this?" he muttered, and he put the phone back in his blazer pocket.

"Have you?" Back to talking.

"Not connected."

"Workshop?"

Clarra nodded her head.

"Let me see, who knows what I can do?"

"Can you?"

Dih, ngece nih chick?

"You don't know that I used to be Rania's mainstay mechanic?"

"What do you handle, right, is a motorcycle?"

"You think I can only handle the bike?"

"A car can do that too?" Clarra repeated the question.

Galang seemed to be glaring, not accepting with the question of the woman in front of him.

"Go away, I want to see!" The man then shook his head.

Clarra shifted to the side, giving the man space to do what he said just now.

Galang took off the suit, which he then handed over to Clarra. Then he rolled up the arm of his shirt to the extent of the elbow.

The man approached the car whose engine part was still smoking, but not as close as before. Then a little down to see how he was.

"Hm ...." Galang muttering.

"What's bad?"

He didn't answer.

"Lang, what's so bad? Car busted?" Clarra is approaching.

"How did you use the car this way?" The man asked instead.

"You mean?"

"The radiator is leaking, causing the water to seep out. That's what caused the car to dry up and end up like this." He looked at the woman.

"That's all?"

Galang shook his head.

"The machine is also worn out, it looks like you overused it. What's up anyway? A speeding?"

"I've never mentioned. Where can I drive in Jakarta? Know for yourself how traffic?" Clarra answered.

"But the evidence?" Galang pointed to the classic black sedan engine that still emits thin smoke.

"Yes, I don't know. I'm just wearing it, and it's been okay all along." Clarra flicked her shoulders.

"It wasn't like this before?"

"Never. Never heard of my father experiencing anything like this."

"Whose car is this?"

"My father is."

"How long have you been wearing it?"

"Six this month."

"Have you ever been in a workshop?"

"As long as I wear it?"

Galang nodded his head.

"Never." And Clarra shook her head slowly.

"On service?"

"No."

"Huh, quick!"

"Why?" Then Clarra tilted her head.

"Any machine if you let it be will be like this."

"This car is still good. It looks old-fashioned, but the conditions are still decent. That's why I chose to use it instead of the one I just bought."

"If you don't serve, it's the same as Cla."

"It's because it's still good that I don't serve. Make what?"

"What did you say? Let the condition remain good. Got a car but not on service, same lie!"

"I don't know about that."

"If you don't know ask."

"I only wear it, usually my papa takes care of this kind of problem. Yeah how do I know?"

Galang opened his mouth.

"So how?"

"I don't have any equipment. You brought?"

Clarra frowned.

"Shop tools, keys?"

"For what?"

"Yes to fix it if there's damage?"

"I don't understand that, so don't take it."

Galang snorted loudly.

"This is how women carry vehicles. Loves haphazardly! It was only Oneng who understood this problem!" He was grumbling.

"So how?"

"He must be taken to the shop. The problem isn't just the carburetor, it's the other parts, too."

"But my papa subscription workshop can't be contacted."

"Of course it's the only workshop in Jakarta?" He made a call with his cell phone.

A few moments later, a special vehicle appeared to tow Clarra's car. Who brought the object to a workshop located a few blocks from there.

"Would you come with me or order a cab online?" Galang asked after Clarra's car disappeared from view.

"Follow you. Ke bengke right?"

"Yes, want to see what the damage is?"

"Hu'um." Clarra nodded her head.

"Yes, come on?" The man turned towards his motorbike parked on the sidewalk.

"Your body?" Clarra thrust out the man's suit that was in his grasp.

"You just wear it."

"No, I'm wearing a blazer."

"It's not for you to wear there."

"Continue?"

"Aren't you aware you're wearing a skirt?" He looked down at Clarra from top to bottom. It made the woman close her legs that were clearly exposed from the knees down.

"With you taking a taxi? It'll be cold coming with me." Arrow held his laughter.

"Old Lang, let's hurry!" Clarra draped the man's suit on the front of her foot.

"Related?"

The woman nodded.

"Yes already" said Galang who was then riding his motorbike. And the same thing Clarra did afterwards. Then they immediately left the place.

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