My Only One's

Clarra's Attitude

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"Papa's been driving me in that car since I was a kid." They sat on the available chairs in front of the workshop. With food and soft drinks that Galang bought from the nearest supermarket.

"A car full of memories?" Galang downed his dewy canned drink.

Clarra nodded her head as she fed a piece of chocolate cake that she liked so much, then chewed it cheerfully.

"As an only child are your burdens very heavy Cla?" He was curious about the woman beside him.

"You mean how?"

"Does your parents demand to be able to do so much? With heavy responsibility?"

"No. They are parents who are open to everything and never demand anything. Mama and Papa even freed me to choose whatever I wanted to do. They never limit my desire, as long as it's good. Wh why? your parents are demanding you take responsibility for their lives, right?"

"Not really. They never demand anything. I'm just curious." Error answering.

"Curious?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"What are you wondering?"

"Your personality."

"meaning?"

"All your assertiveness while at work, and everything you do while at the office. As if you're always feeling pressured by something."

"I? Depressed?" Clarra points to herself.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You ngaco!" a laugh came out of the woman's mouth.

"I was wrong?" And it was in fact transmitted to Galang.

"Yes it's wrong! You are so ignorant!"

"You're going through pressure."

"Why do you think that? I look like a depressed person, don't I?"

"No, you're just used to it like that. It's like you're going to fail if you're not assertive, not always bluffing, and not being fierce."

"Gallak said?" Clarra.

"I don't mean to offend you know, I just ...."

"Yes yes, I understand."

"I know it's professionalism, and maybe one of the ways you put yourself. But ...."

"You know, over time you'll understand by yourself. I understand you are still like this because you have only worked for two years in Nikolai Group. But later, one day, especially when you find out how diverse the nature of the client, you will also change."

"Times?"

"Yes, and you don't have time to mingle or mingle with anyone. Everything you will take seriously and you face it firmly without exception. And for my case, maybe because there's another background."

"Another background?"

Clarra nodded her head.

"Do you know that Mama and Papa are not my real parents?"

"Yes. What relation? You're inferior to that?"

"No. That's not what makes me feel inferior. But something else."

"What?"

"About who my birth mother is, and how she is. Also the way he left me before Mama and Papa raised me to be their son."

"Huh? Who is your birth mother?" Steady kept asking.

"He ...."

"Excuse me?" A workshop officer came over.

"Yes?"

"It looks like the car can't be finished now. In addition to the damage is quite severe, also because it's time to close" said the man dressed as a mechanic.

"Is that so?" Looking at his watch. And the time has already shown almost nine o'clock in the evening.

"Yes, it's."

"About the end of when?" Clarra interrupted the conversation.

"Maybe tomorrow afternoon Ma'am." replied the workshop employee.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Our working hours are over, and we can continue tomorrow."

"I'm sorry then?"

"Ye, thank you."

"So how?" The staff switched after leaving them.

"Not how. We just go home." Clarra finished her drink, and cleaned up the remaining food.

"Want me to order a cab?" bargain with him. But he thought.

"But it's been this night" he said, then.

"Why indeed?"

"Want me to drive home?" he said, which made Clarra round her eyes.

"What?"

"Would I take you home?" Repeating the question. "Does this hour taxi seem unsafe?"

"I don't know, never before."

"Otherwise, then." The man got up.

"Well, shall I take you home?" he said, which left the woman still sitting in her chair stunned for a while.

"Cla?"

"Yes?"

"Let's go home, it's night. The house will be worried." The man said.

"I don't know abege anymore? I am a grown woman. Anyway I'm used to going home at night, and my parents know."

"Mh ...." I forgot who the woman in front of me was.

She was neither Amara who was younger than her, nor any other girl who was the same age as her. He is Clarra, the mainstay secretary of Nikolai Group and has been unfortunate in the world that in two years he has also wrestled. And especially, he was more mature than her.

"I just thought that women alone those nights might be in the heart of danger." Galang laughing. "In the past, the Oneng often wandered the night, alone again. But I never worried about this. Moreover, he often goes to wild racing."

"Worry?" Clarra.

"Yes. In my brain, if I see a woman walking alone, she must be followed by someone or something like that. Maybe it really isn't. I'm old-fashioned, aren't I?" The man laughed.

Clarra was silent looking at the man who was always laughing while talking about anything. His voice sounded crisp and pleasant. His two eyes that always look like a crescent moon when he laughs make him feel that he is funny even though sometimes annoying.

Huh, funny?

I must have been so exhausted that I thought so.

"Mh ...." Clarra quickly awakened herself.

"Hurry home." The back is back.

"Good." Clarra got up from her seat.

***

"Thank you Lang." The woman took off her helmet after getting off the big bike.

"Yes, you're welcome." Error answering. "Tomorrow will I pick you up?" the words suddenly came out of his mouth.

"What?"

"I mean ...."

"No, I still have a car. It can also be between the driver Mama, so it does not have to bother you." Clarra's voice suddenly rose an octave in shock.

This is the first time a man has offered to pick her up. And this is even the first time a man has driven her home.

"No need to scream, I just asked. Who knows you would ...."

"No!" clarra said firmly. Even though the heart inside his chest was suddenly pounding so hard.

"All right." No longer intending to speak.

"Yes, then I'm in. Thank you again." said Clarra who immediately ran into her yard as soon as the guards opened the gate.

"Don't you? She is why, huh? Temporarily good, intermittently fierce. Funny sometimes, but sometimes funny? Weird." Galang grumbled while restarting his motor, and after that left.

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Connect ...

why about?

I don't know, only Clarra knows. 😄😄

like the same gift again dong.