My Only One's

Arkhan

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Arfan frowned when he saw the interaction between Arkhan and Galang who had just arrived that day at the Satria residence. His son half ran over to the man and immediately asked him many things.

“Ara not coming?” Arfan immediately asked when his son-in-law was already near them.

“Barusan is a bit less well , so I stay.” Error answering.

“Ara hurts?” Arfan reacts.

“Slightly not feeling well, sir. Probably flu. Rest all day will probably recover.”

“Hmm .. Did he do anything to get the flu and have to rest all day? Just eat it, suck?"

"Eee ... possible weather effect sir?" Galang rubbed his slightly stiffened nape.

“Arkhan want to go now?” Then he turned to his brother-in-law.

“Oke, come on, brother? Booth!” The teenager looked impatient.

“New four hours? Staying now?” Arfan looked at his watch.

“Ya don't sleep right?” The child reacts.

“Yes that's why?”

“Kak Ara is no longer sick? pity if left for long, later nyariin?” arkhan said again, and he immediately pulled his sister-in-law's arm away.

“Eee .. pampit first sir, sorry can't be long.” Galang said goodbye, especially when he saw Satria emerge from the house.

“Where are they going?” ask Satria.

“Only stay at his apartment Galang.” Arfan is still looking at his son who looks excited even though some days he looks moody and does not respond to anything since the last time their debate about the bike.

“Tumben?"

“Indeed.”

“But good also he is familiar with his sister-in-law, there are other places to complain.” Satria.

“Meanour?”

“Nothing, just my opinion. Maybe you're too hard on your son.” 

“What?”

Satria breezed back into the house.

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“Wow!” Arkhan's two dark eyeballs are perfectly rounded when he sees two cross motors whose cover has just been removed. They did not immediately go up to his apartment unit, but remained in the parking lot not far from his car. 

“Newly came this morning.” said Galang.

“Close, and look!” The man shook his head.

Arkhan. He approached two motorcycles, one of which he had known since childhood when his brother-in-law was often visiting their house, or came to meet Amara at Lita's house in Bandung. The green motorbike that he often rides if the man parks it in front of the house. Or deliberately take him around even if only on the beach behind their house.

“This motor circuit does not exist?” he said, who touched the thing with his hands.

“This proof is still there?” reply Galang.

“And still good?” The teenager surrounded the two-wheeler and looked at it closely.

“Still. Last Sister wore in tournament.”

“And won?" Arkhan was crouched near the iron horse.

“Lose.” Galang.

“Dih, kirain win?” Arkhan.

“That time slipped to know?”

“Crosser time can slip? Like a beginner this Brother?” Cibir Arkhan, then he also laughed.

“If accident yes accident, it has nothing to do with amateur or professional.” The defensive self.

“Iya deh, yes. That means Senior brother? Must retire dong?”

“Apaan? There is no such thing as senior-senioran. Just because you remember that's why Brother told people to bring him here."

“I think you want to borrow a new motorbike?” Then he said.

“What?”

His sister-in-law smiled as she moved her eyebrows up.

“Cannot. This is also new intention.”

“So?"

“Absolutely you can ride the motor?” Galang asked.

“Kak ngelek nih?”

“Yes endless, everyday go to school ushered driver right?”

“Well, in school many friends I brought a motor? I think I'm the only student who commutes school by driver or delivered by Mama Papa?”

Galang.

“Well, right? Brother also ngetawain me?”

“Because it's funny.”

“Funny next to where? Nyebelin know?” Arkhan piqued.

“Indeed it seems like only Papa is so tight watching his children huh?”

Arkhan nodded his head.

"Where is the first grade of High School delivered continuously? If girls are possible. Well me?"

"Why didn't you tell Papa you didn't want to be delivered?"

"Udah."

"Continue?"

"Papa says it's not time to take me off myself yet."

"Hm …."

"Seriously, I actually want to rebel with Papa but …."

"Fearful?"

"Not scared at all."

"Keep what?"

"What yes?"

Stupidly chuckling again. 

"Don't try, or you'll regret it later!"

"Hmmm …."

“Already, let's try?” Galang threw one of his motor keys to the teenager.

Arkhan was stunned for a while, but then he smiled afterwards.

Both were riding motorcycles out of the apartment area. Galang let his sister-in-law ride in front using his green motorbike. He followed from behind with another motorbike.

A number of hers caught up and drove by her side to ensure that her sister-in-law was able to control her bike well. Before he finally went back to letting it dart ahead.

Arkhan laughed off as he opened the helmet that covered his head. They stopped somewhere after passing through the main streets that he recognized often became his route home and away to school.

The young man who had just turned 16 years old looked very satisfied with what he had just done.

A large courtyard in one of the former buildings became where the two stopped at almost evening, which now changed its function into a gathering arena for young people with all their hobbies.

"I thought, if I were a boy no. .. free." Arkhan sat bending his legs in a corner, while Galang divided his attention on the flaming phone receiving the message.

"Because of my tenures." continued Arkhan.

"Do you feel free?" Galang then put the phone in his pants pocket after replying to a message from Amara asking where he was.

Arkhan.

"Don't Papa let you choose a school, an extra-curricular and whatever you like without dictating at all?" Then Galang responded to his sister-in-law's words.

"Yes, anyway."

"Where does the problem go?"

"That's it, no problem." Arkhan laughing.

"Don't you? You want to get in trouble?"

"Keep what?"

"What yes?" The boy was stunned. "I'm like a bosen? Giniiii? Everything is neatly organized, the same routine every day and with the same people."

"How do you want it? That different?"

"I don't know, I don't understand." Arkhan flicked his shoulders.

"Maybe that's why Papa hasn't let you have your own bike. In addition to the age that is not enough also because of it. You don't even understand yourself."

Arkhan looked at his sister-in-law's face.

"We sometimes just want our will to be followed without considering what will happen. And we also sometimes do not see the problem from the perspective of others, let alone parents. All we know is that we want or like it."

"Now, at this age your problem may be just papa's permission or freedom. But that was only for a moment. Just wait until you grow up and you can freely do what you want. Your parents will not even forbid you from doing anything, and will set you free for everything no exception bad things. But at the same time your responsibility for those things will be enormous. And you won't realize it until you finally feel tired yourself."

"And when that time comes, then you will feel like going back to times like this. A time when your parents were still very instrumental in your life.  Organize everything, determine what is good or not. Decide what to do or not. And all of a sudden you regret being an adult."

"That's like it?" Arkhan chuckles.

"Try it later. Because adults are not only free for everything, but also have a heavy responsibility. I think Papa must have explained that to you?" He looked back at his sister-in-law's face.

"You're Papa's first boy. It will certainly be an example for your brothers. You really need to get a good education. For example, yesterday when your brothers took the demo."

"The demo? Demo what?"

"They silenced Papa who did not obey your will about the motor?"

"Mh …."

"Not aware of that, right?"

"Imagine how sad parents are when they are treated like that by the child they raised? Just a small matter?"

Arkhan closed his mouth tightly.

"Papa can give you anything you want. Hasn't it been all this time? Remember what Papa gave you? And remember also what Papa didn't give?"

Arkhan thought.

"Ada?"

Arkhan shook his head. For as long as he remembered it was like that. Both of his parents, especially his father, always do everything. In addition to being able to, he also tucked a message in every thing that the man gave him..

Messages for school diligence, messages to remain a good child, and other messages so that he does not get carried away. Although in reality, it was very difficult because the association between his friends was not that simple.

"You really need to prove yourself, if that's what you want to show your friends. But later. Papa is capable, and if you want Brother is also able to give it, but it cannot be like that too. There's a lot to consider, what else for Papa."

Arkhan did not answer or deny everything the man said. Dian had only listened to her speak and thought again about her frustration all along.

It is undeniable that his desire is a little more influence from his friends at school. What he saw was not subjected to as much scrutiny and strict rules as himself.

"And remember too, that you are Arfan Sanjaya's son. Your father won't let you act recklessly let alone at will. You think being free is that easy?" Then Galang laughed.

"Yeah .. That's the hardest part, brother." Arkhan laughed.

"So be grateful, because not all children are like you and your sisters. When it is time, you will have your own freedom. Not like your brother."

"Dih, Brother Ara is delicious, it's free. Everything is earned including going with Brother?"

"Yes, I'm married. It should be so."

"Cowok also if marriage is free, right? What are you going to do, or where are you going?"

"so. Uh, what does it mean to be free in what first?"

"Yes everything. I guess that's Brother too?"

"Mnh …."

"Other than go with girls?" The boy laughed.

"Oh, isn't that too? Should he remember his wife?"

"Yes, I mean I don't always have to obey the parents?"

"Well .. more than that."

"Times?"

"Original."

"What aja?"

"City …."

"Besides staying together with bobo together." Arkhan raised his eyebrows while grinning.

"How old were you last year?" Galang frowned.

"Sixteen."

"Did you understand something like that?"

"Self understand at what age?"

The man fell silent.

"Definitely understand after the marriage of Kaka Ara huh? Haha …."

"Did you?"

"Umm .. kidding Brother. Only the doang denger from the cement." later error.

"Lied!"

"Original."

"Review, you're being monitored." Error warned.

"What?"

"Don't fuck around."

"No, it's only a matter of determination if they talk again. I can't access anything but game content as well as learning."

"Ooo good." He clapped his hands while laughing.

"Don't know why how many times have I changed my phone?"

"Masa? Haha …."

"Seriously."

"Who's buying it?"

"Yes Papa, who else? But the same hape as having papa. But have I been tinkering too do not meet the problem?"

Steady to hold back laughter.

"fast."

"Why can that be? I opened Yout Tube. But normal, anyway." Arkhan laughed again.

"What do you want to open? Open up the weird ones, huh?"

"No, I mean …."

"You looking for something else, huh?"

"No, at least I'm sure I'm."

"What how?"

"Mh …."

Galang's laughter broke out instantly seeing the innocent expression of his sister-in-law. He could not imagine how confused Arkhan was with the facilities he had. Why it could be as he just said.

"The point is, since you are Arfan Sanjaya's son, your life will be like that. Another story if you are the son of author or reader. Yes it can be free, let alone about the internet, about the motor only you can get."

"Hm …." Arkhan pursed his mouth.

"Will it be night, shall we go home? Your brother called! Will he say again if long alone in the apartment?" The man got up.

"Lagian Kak Ara is not cool. Why did diem first? We're going together, right?"

"Hm .... Don't know. Your brother is very spoiled right now. That's why he's so."

"The promise from the past, brother? Moreover, already married with Brother, the more effective it is?"

He just laughed, and the two got back on their bikes.

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