My Only One's
Be Good
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Clarra sat on the edge of the running track while chugging the drinking water she was carrying from home.
Some of his clothes were wet with sweat after he ran around the track at the national stadium in Jakarta. He quit after completing ten rounds, which is his latest record in recent months.
His phone rang like before, and he forcedly picked it up.
"Yes Ma?"
"Are you sure you don't want to come to Malang? Can we wait for you if we want?" Vita reassured her daughter.
"Remain, have I told you from last night?" Clarra answered.
"It's a pity that our brothers are eager to see you."
Yeah, that's right. Maybe it means the son of our brother. The woman is in.
It is no secret, if such things happen when they visit the father's hometown. Where parents and relatives will introduce their children, especially boys to him. From the youngest, to the most mature. And from the bachelor to the widower of five children. And all of them are none other than and do not aim to make him with himself. And that's quite sickening.
How they all look upon him with pity for not getting a soul mate at his ripe age, or in the hope that their son will be with him. A career woman who does not have time to mince words and get along with anyone who is not from the world of work.
Clarra is also sometimes considered a proud person, and that is what causes her to be far from a mate. And they never knew the other side of him, other than as someone who was so successful with a brilliant achievement working in a giant company like Nikolai Group.
"Really?"
"True Ma, just go with Papa. Vacation, spend time together."
"We're not Cla's newlyweds." Vita sounded laughing.
"indeed not. You're old brides?" Clarra laughed too.
"Seriously you really won't be coming?"
"Seriously Ma."
"It's not that we wanted to avoid our conversation last night, was it?"
"What the hell is this Mama? I told you my case was closed, so don't talk about it anymore. Stop Ma!"
Vita laughed again.
"That's just Galang, Dimitri's assistant. Mama also met him on his wedding anniversary Om Satria right?"
"Yes yes, but it still makes Mama hope more. That night Mama thought she was someone who ...."
"Stop!" Clarra stopped her mother's babbling. "If Mama keeps talking about Galang, I'll be mad at Mama forever. I won't talk to Mama no matter what!" The woman threatened.
"God! All right, Cla, fine. Mama just talked. You just want to get angry?"
"Finally Mama sucks!"
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"Who brought you home?" Suddenly Vita appears when Clarra has just entered the house.
The daughter stood her back behind the door after entering in a hurry.
"Mama's a shock!" Clarra reacts.
"Where's your car? Who's taking you home? It's impossible for an online motorcycle to wear a suit, let alone use a motorbike like that?"
"What is this mama? Peeping huh?"
"Let's answer!"
"No, it's nobody. Just Galang."
"Groof?"
"The assistant Dimitri."
"Why is he taking you home?"
"Papa's car broke down, and he happened to be passing by."
Vita squinted her eyes. It's the first time their daughter's ever been home with someone to the front of their house.
"Seriously, I live in a workshop because something's broken."
"What's this?" Fahmy came from inside.
"Here, Clarra among men."
"What?"
"It's just Galang Pah, it's nobody." Clarra started to panic.
"Oh Galang." The father nodded his head. "Who's the bitch?" But then he asked.
"The assistant Dimitri." Clarra answered.
"Did Papa know? Have we met before? Have you worked for Nikolai Group?" Fahmi asked him a lot of questions.
"What the hell is this? I told you it was just Galang! Holy jeez!" The boy sauntered up the stairs to his room on the second floor.
"You've known me for a long time? Why not get in?" The two old men followed their daughter's steps.
"Bah!" Clarra stopped in the middle of the stairs then turned around.
"Why?"
"Don't think things through. I told you he was just Galang. His assistant Dimitri, and he's just my coworker like Mr. Andra and the rest of the staff. There's nothing special about that."
"Whose saying he's special? Papa just asked." said Fahmi, which made the child speechless.
"So she was ...."
"Ah, I'm tired!" Clarra turned back around and ran to her room on the second floor.
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And just like those people, Mama and Papa thought the same thing. Huffth! Clarra exhaled in frustration.
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But in the sixth round he instead retreated when the tail of his eyes caught a figure that seemed familiar.
And sure enough, someone was sitting on the edge of the track. He seems to be working out, just like himself.
"Clarra?" Call him, then he comes closer.
The woman looked up, then rolled her eyes while clucking. Suddenly he was upset.
"Ck! You again, you again?" He grunts.
"From all these years we've been working together why have I met you so many times outside the office? How strange?"
"Am I the one who asked?" The bar stands in front of him.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know, it seems to be my fault that we've met so many times?" Galang shrugged his shoulders.
"Indeed."
"What?"
"Why can't you just ignore me? At least pretend you didn't see me even though you knew I was in front of you?"
Galang frowned.
What a strange woman!
"You why the hell? And pms, huh? So keep getting angry? It's not in the office. Is there a ban, if you meet outside the office, you can't say hello to people we know?"
"Just don't be friendly with me anymore!"
"What?"
"Be like most people. Who is indifferent and makes no attempt to approach other than for reasons of work."
"Why?"
"Don't ask me why, because I've always been so used to it. But all of a sudden you're being nice to me, and it feels weird. I hate feeling this way."
He looked at the woman who was older than him.
"Have I done you wrong? Is that why you act like this?" Then he asked.
"No. Just stop doing that. Because I'm not used to it."
"You know why people are so indifferent to you? And they no one dared to come closer? Not because they don't want to, but because you are difficult to reach. You make them disinclined by your attitude like this. You kind of purposely built a high fortress so that others wouldn't get close." He folded his hands on his chest.
"It's weird, but if it's not like this you're a fun person. And made me want to be friends. We work in the same place. But just like that your response was terrible." The roar spoke at length.
Then they stayed silent for a long time. Until finally a call on Galang's phone disperse the daydream of both.
"Yes?" The man placed the flat object in his ear.
"...."
"Can't."
"...."
"I said I couldn't do it all night."
"...."
"Yes, right now my work is a lot, maybe until next month, so can not leave. Maybe next time."
"...."
"Original."
"...."
"Hm ...." Then the conversation ended.
"Okay, secretary ma'am, sorry for interrupting your precious time, I'm going to jog again." Then he walked backwards.
Clarra did not reply, but her gaze remained on the man, and she called out to him as Galang turned around.
"Hey Galang?"
"You called me?" The man looked.
"Yes." Yeah." Clarra answered.
"What else do you want?"
"Why don't you go back to Bandung? Isn't the end of the month like this you usually you always go home?"
"It's none of your business." Back to walking.
But then he stopped and turned his head.
"Actually last night I really intended to go straight back to Bandung. But on the way I met someone who seemed to need help. I looked at her situation which turned out to be in trouble."
"We talked about a lot of things in the workshop while the car was being repaired, and I thought he was a nice guy. I even drove him home. But now it feels so annoying. You know why?"
Clarra frowned.
"His attitude was very bad, even to the person who tried to be kind to him. Too bad, he's doing something in vain." The man shook his head.
And before long he left, continuing his activities running around the track with people who were getting more and more.
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