My Only One's

Arkhan's

🌺

🌺

Galang stunned on the back porch staring at his in-laws who never entered the house. The man was still sitting at the end of the bridge with a cigarette that was smoking, and he was as smoky as ever. Evening is almost up and the sun is sinking. Leaving a tinge of orange among the darkening clouds.

If you stay quiet after the Arkhan accident, it will certainly not make things better. The man was confirmed to have known about their secrets about the motorbike and such. Especially with this incident, they all already understood the original cause.

Heh, what do you expect, Lang? He's Arfan Sanjaya, the second person in Nikolai Group before you. And he taught you to be like this, even though the one you live with isn't even at the end of his fingernails.

Galang.

"Dead me!" he said, but finally he decided to come closer.

"Ehm …." Galang.

"Near night, sir?" He's mince-talking.

Arfan looks unperturbed. He was still engrossed in the cigarettes and canned drinks he brought from home. Sitting in a recliner with a gaze pointed at the ocean that never stopped pounding.

"Sir, I …."

"You know, this beach?" Arfan started talking.

"A few months after getting married, this place became the first thing we remember to live the days that were not easy. Pregnancy after pregnancy is quite difficult for Dygta because it occurs at an age like Ara, with twins and plus parenting a child who has been born from another woman. But he tried hard to be what he should be. Without complaining, without resisting, or asking why I always make rules in this family from the beginning." Arfan took another sip of his dewy can, then took a sip of a cigarette and blew his smoke in the air.

"Then the children were born sequentially, and this environment became where they grew up to what they are today. Not knowing anyone other than family, just us, grandparents, and employees. And they're growing up well." Then he looked towards Galang.

"No need for outside friends. Because of us, his family has been their friends since birth."

Galang.

"At least until they are old enough" Arfan said calmly, and conveyed every sentence that came out of his mouth so clearly.

"I don't limit their will, to the extent that it doesn't harm anyone. No harm to anyone, Galang!" The man repeated his last sentence.

"And for Arkhan, he was almost 17 years old in a few months. But his attitude and mentality are still unstable. He cannot control his emotions or feelings. Especially if you feel hooked. You know that his classmates did call him a spoiled child, and that was the only thing that always kept him distracted. So we decided to take her and pick her up to school. Because of that Arkhan, when it's angry no one can stop it."

Galang closed his mouth tightly.

"But after 17 years, we can entrust anything to him. The bike he always wanted. Because we believe, at that age he's reliable."

"Why should it be like that?" Arfan looked again at his daughter-in-law.

Galang did not answer.

"For him to understand, that everything must be in accordance with the time, place and portion. No rush like this. You yourself know what the consequences of doing anything in a hurry?"

"Anyone can make an exception. Because he's grown up, or because his friends are too. No one should violate what I have decided. As long as it is under my responsibility, the rules must be enforced. And no one dared to change it until now."

He opened his mouth to speak.

"But .. seems like times have changed. The kids can no longer be treated that way, like I set up her Mommy just yet. A ban instead sounded like an order to them, especially Arkhan. His ego is on the rise and he wants to prove himself." Arfan exhaled softly, as if he was giving up something to release.

"Say, what way should we educate young people today?" He threw his back on the back of the chair.

"This morning's stern warning Arkhan didn't even listen" he said, recalling his words before the son left.

Where he did not allow the young man to go, let alone know what his son was going to do. 

"I just don't want him to try things that are harmful. At least not now." Then he chuckles.

"But it seems difficult. He's a boy and his character is like that." Arfan restored his curly hair that began to turn gray.

"Maybe before that he didn't dare to rebel because he felt alone. Then you enter into this family, with the same pleasure as him. And that means a lot to Arkhan, because one person whose same thoughts and pleasures make him feel powerful."

Galang let his in-laws talk. Maybe this is better, and it's proven that everything the man says makes him more understanding.

"Hmmm …." Arfan sighed again while pursing his mouth.

"There may be rules that need to be changed after this."

"Sorry, Sir?" The bar began to react.

"After Arkhan recovers, do you think we should allow him to ride a motorcycle?" Arfan looked again.

"Mr will permit?" And Galang suddenly sat on an empty chair beside his father-in-law.

"What do you think? Will this be good for Arkhan? Because if it remains forbidden, he will definitely steal the opportunity. And it's more dangerous than it is now."

Lost for words. It was like he was being given the confidence to do something.

"What kind of treatment do you think Arkhan should get for him to comply without making him feel constrained by the rules?" Arfan asked again.

"I think .. we let Arkhan live his hobby, sir. On condition that you do not forget your school. Maybe now, the bike becomes the main desire, then we just give it. No need to buy first, he can wear my own with a driving record on weekends."

"Is that a good idea?"

"Yes. Two weeks he's according to you, right? That's the rule I applied to Arkhan when he gave him a green bike." Galang replied.

"But today he's still breaking."

"That's because I went to Bandung, I did forbid him to go unaccompanied. But if we let him drive on the weekend on the condition that there is an escort after other conditions he did, in the end he will obey as well. Alapagi if our hobby is channeled on the right track. I think it's better."

"Is that?"

"Yes." Yeah." Sumringah. He felt relieved because this was not what he had thought before.

Now Arfan is silent.

"Trust me, Arkhan will obey in this way. Her hobbies are channeled, and she's still under our watch."

"Hm …."

"I will make sure of it myself, sir." said Galang boldly.

His confidence instantly arose after listening to the words of the in-laws.

"I hold your word." muttered Arfan, he crossed his arms.

"Good, Sir. Arkhan's business leave it to me." Convince the man.

"Darling? What are you doing there?" Dygta's voice interrupts. She quickly approached her husband.

"You're here too apparently? Ara was looking for you" he told Galang.

"really?"

"Yes. Hurry there, before Ara nags!" Dygta.

"Ooo if it's dangerous!" The daughter-in-law immediately moved.

"Hey?" Arfan then got up from his chair.

"Yes?" And Galang paused for a moment.

"Don't tell Arkhan about this. We'll just wait until he's cured" he said, after finishing his drink.

"Okay sir, I'll remember that." Error answering. And without waiting any longer, he left immediately.

"Is there anything I don't know?" Dygta asked after their daughter-in-law walked away.

"Then what are you talking about?" The woman seemed to be in disbelief.

"Male talk only." 

"Male talk?" Dygta.

"Yes, men's talk."

"You smoking again?" Dygta sniffed her husband's body, which smelled of smoke and tobacco.

"Little."

"Yesterday a little, that time a little. A week ago, a few times a little. If added to it, it will be a lot!" She checked every pocket of her husband's pants.

"Eh, nothing" he said.

"What are you looking for?" And Arfan tried to get rid of his wife's hand.

"Find the cigarette, let me throw it away."

"Nothing, darling!"

"You lied! Proof this afternoon you smoke again."

"I've said just a little!"

Dygta is not pinched. He looked up at the chairs and table and found a pack of cigarettes with his match.

"Ease?" he said when he took the thing. Arfan just smiled.

***

"Miss?" Galang returned and found Amara who was talking to people he would know.

"Sister, there's Piere!" The woman looked.

The man in question nodded politely.

"How are you, sir?" sapana.

"Hmm .. good." Galang approaching.

"Geez! Very cool to meet you! I thought I was back in Paris?" Amara with a cheerful voice.

"Yeah, after I thought about it, working here seems like a good one too. The offer was tempting." Piere replied, then laughed.

"And since when have you been watching Arkhan?" Galang.

"Since today, sir. And Arkhan my first assignment. But failed. He had an accident." Piere.

"Where have you been all this time? What's the job in the store?" Amara asked.

"I ... learn." The Frenchman, who was fluent in the language, replied again.

"Learn what?"

"Learn to be a bodyguard. Your father sent me to one place to study."

"What?"

"Yeah, .. and that's how it all started."

"You're going to college cooking with me. How's the story even being a bodyguard?" Amara with astonishment.

"You know, not everything has to go according to the flow we plan. But we may have to take a little turn to find something better. And I think this is the way."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, and I like it here."

"Hmm .. Most foreigners would indeed be happy here." The light is closer to Amara.

"Yes sir."

"That's great! I'm glad there's you. Are you gonna be Arkhan's bodyguard?" Amara asked again.

"St! Actually this should not be discussed. But since you are my friend, then I will make an exception."

"What does that mean?" Galang muttered ssmbil rolled his eyeballs.

"I'm just gonna take care of the kids, without them knowing. And you better not say this to anyone."

"Is this some kind of secret mission?" Amara lowered her voice.

"Yeah, call it that."

"Uuuhh, feel like watching an action movie!" Amara laughed as she closed her mouth.

"Miss?" But it made Galang feel angry.

"Oh yes sir," Piere turned to Galang. "What should I do with the bike?" Then he asked.

"Motorized?"

"Yes. Shall we enter the workshop or what? Because the condition is pretty bad."

"What direction?" Galang also asked.

"Pretty bad. Friction hard with asphalt makes the body not careless. Not to mention being run over by a car before it finally stops so …"

"Take it here, I'll see!" said Galang.

"Already Sir. The bike's in front." Piere.

"really?"

"Yes sir."

"Then I want to see!" he said, who breezed out.

"Wait here Yang, I want to see the bike" Galang told Amara.

Then he was followed by Piere rushing outside and finding a pick up with a rattled motorcycle on top.

"Super bad sir. I wonder how Arkhan survived the accident?" They're standing by the pick up.

"Jeez, Arkhaaaannnn!!!" staring at the condition of his favorite dirt bike trail that bad, make Galang a little scream.

🌺

🌺

🌺

Connect ...

Patience Sir, buy again aja😅😅