My Only One's

Domestic Affairs

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"Do you think I'm less attentive to my children?" Dimitri put his head on the back of the chair.

He paused for a moment the work that had grabbed attention.

"Do you feel less attentive to them?" I asked back.

"I don't feel that way. As I recall, I always pay attention to them no matter how busy my job is. And I maximize our time together once the opportunity arises."

"Why do you think that?" Galang now turned his attention to his superior.

"Somehow, Anya's behavior made me feel that I wasn't paying much attention to my children, especially her."

The assistant placed the bolpoint next to the document he was checking.

"Mother feeling overwhelmed?"

Dimitri turned to the man whose age was four years away from him.

"Am I overwhelmed? Having twins takes more energy. But I don't see Papi having any trouble dealing with Daryl and Darren. She and Mama can even make my sisters obey with just one word, but me?"

"Then what's the point of a caregiver if you have difficulty dealing with children?"

"They can't even resist what Anya wants. Though I told you if the request is unreasonable do not obey. But still."

"But that doesn't seem to be the real problem." 

"What do you think?"

"Maybe Anya just needs a diversion. He has more energy than any other child his age. Even Zenya tends to be quieter." Galang.

"yeah. Isn't that upside down? It should be Zenya who is very active and has a hard attitude, not Anya."

"Well, that's right."

"Something seems wrong. Maybe their souls switched time in the womb?" Dimitri with his own mind.

"What's? Where is there such a thing?"

"Can you?"

"Not logical."

Dimitri laughed while shaking his head.

"Maybe Om Angga's genes are stronger sir?" Galang expressed his own opinion.

"What?"

"Yes however, Om Angga's blood flowed profusely through Anya's body through Rania. Did you forget about Rania's behavior?"

Dimitri frowned. He recalled how stubborn and tough his wife was. Also how bar-bar women are in acting when things don't match what they should. Especially when there is confusion and irregularity in front of his eyes.

"You're right" he said.

"So actually there is nothing you need to worry about, because before Anya you can already face his mother right? And can it get this far?"

Dimitri nodded his head.

"Didn't every child have their own facade? And ready or not everything will be passed even though sometimes experiencing difficulties. Like we used to."

"Hmm .. true as well. So I don't have to worry about Anya?" Then he asked.

"Looks not. He was just being himself, and that's good. Since childhood Anya has a strong opinion and has principles for good things. And most of all, he's very honest about everything."

"He's too honest, Galang. Sometimes his honesty makes me ashamed of myself especially in front of others."

"Honestly that's good sir."

"Well! Good if it fits the place and time. If not?"

"He was a little boy, sir. Just want six years? And he can still be educated to have a better person. We won't be late as long as we don't distract from it."

"Yeah, I hope so."

"Yes." Yeah." Back to his job.

"But wait!" But Dimitri immediately straightened his body when he realized something.

"Yes? Anything else?" Galang.

"I feel like I'm talking to someone who already has a child?" continued the superior, and he looked at his subordinates with a look of wonder.

"What?"

"You haven't even married Ara in a month, but your way of speaking is .. ckckckc." He shook his head. 

"What connection?"

"As experienced as having a child?" The man laughed.

He pulled one corner of his lips up.

"Seriously, hahahah!"  

Galang turned the eyeball while continuing his work.

"Oh yes, about the transfer for Anya, maybe we should choose another lesson so that his energy is not wasted on useless things?" Dimitri continued the conversation.

"Why should tutoring?"

"Om Arfan used to be like me" Dimitri said.

"What?"

"She signed me up for SSB SD time." The man remembered his childhood.

"THE SSB?"

"Yes. I had a little trouble at school."

"What's the problem."

"I also often annoy classmates, especially girls." Dimitri laughed considering his behavior on that one.

"What?"

"Don't believe it? Haha. Om Arfan came to school often to talk to the principal to take care of my problems."

"Hmm ... Now I understand why Anya is like that? In addition to descending from his mother, it turns out that his character is also reinforced by genes from the Father? Or maybe ... The karma?"

"What did you say?"

"Is reality so?"

"Hey, I know men? So it's only appropriate to have such a character?" Dimitri refuted, not accepting with the statement of his assistant.

"The present age of man or woman is the same sir." Even the answer answered.

"True. Women can be more. Like Anya and her Mommy." The man then fell silent.

He leaned back on the head of the chair.

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Galang took off his suit which he then sipped on the handle of the sofa. Loosening the tie tie and pulling it apart while leaning his tired body.

This work began to understand his rhythm after two years in charge. Not only office matters that must be handled but other affairs as well. And it doesn't seem easy.

He had many subordinates but could not be carelessly given a task. Because if not with the right people, then the consequences will be fatal. So, Galang had to intervene on his own for certain things.

"Today's a big brother's job, huh?" Amara interrupted her daydream.

"Every day is a lot." Galang got up while releasing button links on his shirt.

"But I think there's more today?"

The man did not answer.

"Not really?"

"Hmm .. That's so." The man approached.

"Additional work?"

"Yes. And maybe after this I'll take care of a lot of other things too?"

"What other things?"

"Yes ... something else."

"Domestic affairs such as dealing with Anya, Zenya, Rania or others."

"Papa's Kayak is still working."

"Are you?"

"What I know. All the things Papa takes care of even his children Papi."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Hmm .. and this week I'm acting like a housekeeper to Mr. Dimitri and counselling to Anya."

"Why is that?"

"I have to solve the problems that arise in school because Anya is acting."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. And you won't believe who I'm dealing with."

"Who?"

"Mom-mother who requested that Anya be transferred to another school so as not to disturb her child."

"Duh? Why would that be?"

"Because Anya hit him after taunting Rania."

"Wow."

"I know exactly Anya wouldn't have reacted carelessly if not bothered first. But the boy's mother was also the wrong target to protest Anya's whereabouts."

"So I know Anya. Don't see each other every day?"

"But I grew up with Rania, and Anya is very similar to her. So whatever he does must have something to do with their character."

"What weight?"

"No, it's just …."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid Anya's gonna make it harder than her mom."

Amara laughs.

"I'm like a father who worries about his son?" Even the laughs.

"Hu'um." Amara nodded.

Then the man frowned.

"Now what?"

"How long have we been married?" The man asked.

"How long is it? Want a month like that?"

"An month huh?"

"Yes, why?"

Galang looked at his wife's face.

"Why don't you see that I'm so?" She patted her husband's arm laughing.

"I'm a shadow again." Galang then sat on the bedside, right next to Amara.

"What baby?"

"What if we had a child?" he said with sparkling eyes.

"Have kids?"

"Maybe it feels like this?"

"Hum?"

"Worries, worries, and regrets." Then he laughed.

"Kayak to Anya is that?"

"Maybe."

"So, did you feel that way to Anya?"

"Yes that's not it either. Just because he's Si Oneng's son."

"Hmmm .." Amara squinted.

"Don't be jealous, I'll know him from childhood. Just like you grew up with Mr. Dimitri. And we both know next how.

"Isn't it because you once loved Rania?"

"What's? Lt's not. Don't ngaco!"

"But it's like …"

"Don't continue, we'll fight!" 

"I just want to say …."

"Stop!" The man pulled on Amara's face then kissed her lips gently.

"I'll take a shower first." Then he let go after a while.

But Amara held him back as she almost got up.

"What else? Don't discuss unimportant things, it will cause problems for us."

"No brother nyerocos continues? Give me a chance to say why?" Amara pulled him back to sit nearby.

"Yes, what do you keep?"

"Mnh …." Amara scanned her tired-looking face.

"What?"

"Not be. Take a bath first." she replied later.

"Did you?"

"There, shower! Stinking brother!" Then Amara pushed him back.

"You haven't had a shower, have you? Let's take a shower together?" he said when the idea came to his head.

"What? Don't want ah. I'm not going anywhere. Why shower?"

"We usually shower together. Remember?" The barge is approaching.

"No way."

"So you'll want to shower yourself? Can it already be?"

"I'll take a shower tomorrow." Amara put her body on the pillow.

"Scook!"

"I told you I'm not going anywhere. All day at home. No need to shower, right?"

Galang.

"There's a quick shower!" said Amara again who put her left hand on her face, then closed her eyes.

But a second later she felt two burly hands scoop up her body, and Amara felt like she was floating in the air.

"Belgium …. Brother!" The woman screamed.

"I said take a shower!" muttered Galang while taking him darting to the bathroom.

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