My Only One's

Memory

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"Is this bad?" Dimitri was ready in front of the house once Galang arrived, after the man told Clarra that it was impossible to work in an unhealthy state.

"Not really, sir, we can still handle it." Galang replied while receiving the car keys belonging to his superior.

"You sure?"

"Remain Sir. Clarra's been arranging everything since yesterday. It seems like he already knew he would experience this."

"He told you?"

"No Sir. It's just like I said earlier, he seems to already know."

"Maybe he felt it before. Lately he's been quieter."

"It could be so."

"But you want to go now?" His wife and son showed up shortly.

"Yes darling. You're the Mommy school that's coming between ya?" Dimitri answered.

"Hu'um."

"Go first Zai." The man hugged Rania as usual.

"Yes." Yeah."

"They're using a car, can't use a motor?" Dimitri warned.

"Yes, even though I just want to say inter-use motorbike. It's Asyik." Anya reacts.

"No, it's dangerous."

"No, Mommy's good with the bike?"

"If only you could, but there would be Zenya too?"

"Zenya ask for a driver's delivery."

"No, I'd like Mommy's delivery too!"

"Sir driver is Zen!"

"No, get Mommy!"

"Heh, what the hell early in the morning!" Rania stopped the conversation between her two children.

"Okay, I'm going Zai." Dimitri immediately got into his car, followed by Galang who sat behind the wheel.

"Is it Error?" Anya waved her hand, but only in reply with a nod by the man.

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"What are you doing?" Vita stopped Clarra's activities that were busy with her cell phone and laptop.

"I have to finish this Ma."

"Here you should rest. Can't force yourself like this." Vita almost pulled the laptop from in front of her daughter.

"Stop Ma!"

"You need to rest. Otherwise, you won't be cured, son."

"I'm fine Ma, already taking medicine and already doing what the doctor said."

"But you shouldn't be like this. You're too much to work."

Clarra chuckles.

"Hasn't he replaced? So why do you still have to bother doing this?"

"I'm afraid that Galang will be troubled. It's the first time she's left it alone."

"Cannot be. You said he could do anything. And hasn't he been in Nikolai Group for two years? Mama thinks that's enough to make her understand what she's supposed to do."

Clarra's speechless.

"Have it, just leave it like that."

"But Ma?"

"Rest Cla. If you love Mama, obey."

"Why did Mama bring that trouble?" Clarra laughed, closing her laptop.

"You always worry Mama. Always busying yourself like this, even when you should be resting."

"Mama herself knows that I'm used to it."

"Yes, but still it's worrying. Your responsibilities at Nikolai Group are huge, aren't they?"

"Hm ...."

"When Dimitri's staff isn't just you."

"Stay with it."

"How many years did you work there?"

"Seven years."

"I think that's enough."

"Enough for what?"

"Delivering some of your work to others."

"No way."

"That's possible. Because sooner or later you have to give up everything when the time comes."

"I mean Mama?"

"Would you like to work there for a lifetime?"

"Why not if so?"

"Aren't you going to think about yourself?"

"On that ...."

"It's impossible, right? You'll find someone, then have a family. It is also impossible to leave your children just to keep working there. Mama feel your own savings are enough to stock up after you resign?"

"Mama start again?"

"Come with Cla ...."

"Stop, I don't want to talk about that, or anything else Mama's gonna say. It's just free."

"Nothing is free, we have to talk about everything."

Clarra shook her head.

"Listen to Cla ...."

"No need for Ma. I know what Mama's gonna say."

"What?"

"Mama will definitely talk soa jadi, which you already know is not in my priority at this time."

"Why? You are old enough to ...."

"Bla blah blah .. same sentence you always say." He laughed again, then got up.

"I don't need anyone to live but Mama and Papa. And for everything else, Mama knew I didn't need it either. I can meet my own needs even if I stop working. What Om Satria gave me was more than enough. Mama knows it's not even used at all until now. Because you guys always meet all the things I need. So, how am I gonna need a stranger I don't even know?"

"Cla ...."

"Stop. I just want to spend time with Mom and Dad. Not with anyone else."

"What if we don't exist?"

"Clarra."

"I'm not afraid. Because in the end we'll be alone, right? just like when we were born."

"You know, sometimes Mama regrets telling you the truth. Why don't we just keep everything, so you won't be like this."

"Ma, it has nothing to do with it. However, everything has its own way. I'd rather know from you than I know from someone else, right?"

"But the impact on you is like this. You are very hard on yourself, and reject anyone who comes near. Doctor Syahril has even asked Mama three times about ...."

"Stop!" Clarra laughed again.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." He covered his ears with both hands.

"Anytime, Cla?"

"No. Mama said I should rest?"

"Yes, but ...."

"Then I'll take a break." Clarra immediately rushed into her room on the second floor. Exactly as before, every time the mother discussed the problem of matchmaking and her current state.

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"Tired?" Piere sat down next to Amara who was resting her body.

His job has just been completed but he is confident that soon there will be other jobs that may be heavier.

"You guys are so strong working like this. As for me, it's only been two weeks I've wanted to give up."

The man beside her laughed.

"I'm used to just pointing at what I want, and I get it easily. At home, I only saw workers doing tasks like this. The master at my father's resort even works lighter than here." The girl told me.

"Your parents must be very rich huh? So that makes your hides so easy?" Piere.

Amara did not answer. The word rich became something he did not want to hear lately because it made him look different from the people around him. Although in reality it was true, but still he felt uncomfortable.

"We call it success" said Amara who downed her drink.

"Yes, success in business. And that makes your family have everything."

Amara was silent again.

"Thank God, because most people don't have what you have. Even some of us had to fight very hard to get such an opportunity."

"Ck!" Amara clucking.

"What?"

"Why do you sometimes say something like someone I know?" The girl looked at the theme of her class.

"Which word?"

"What just now, and the old words."

The Frenchman laughed.

"It's funny you!" he said, while damaging the top of Amara's head.

The girl was stunned looking at her charming Caucasian face. No one would have thought if the man in front of him was a student working part-time in a hotel with him. People would think that their classmates had better jobs.

"Now what?"

"No, it's just .. I remember other people every time I see you." He looked away when he felt his eyes begin to heat up.

The lump of flesh inside his body felt like it was squeezed tightly every time he remembered it. And why is it that the more days it feels even more suffocating? And it's starting to frustrate him.

"He broke your heart, so you chose to go to this country?" Piere asked.

"No, but maybe I broke her heart."

"What a bad you?"

"really?"

"Why did you do it?"

"Because of her ...."

"Oh yeah, have you heard of the Women Superbike next month?" Piere shifted the subject.

"What?"

"Superbike Women at Le Mans?"

"Motorcycle racing?"

"Yes, Superbike."

"Why indeed?"

"Hotel must be prepared, because it is certain that the city of Paris will be more crowded."

"Why?"

"Why did you say? Because there is a superbike."

"What is the distance from the circuit to Paris close?" Amara asked.

"Not really."

"Why should the hotel make preparations too?"

"It usually affects the increase of tourists. And it will also have an impact on the surrounding area."

"really?"

"Yes. Paris will be flooded with foreign tourists during the race and we will be very busy."

Amara was silent again.

"And I heard that drivers from your country will also be present."

"Rania?"

"Yes Rania. He's very famous."

"Hmm .. indeed."

"I wish he and his team would stay here, but it's impossible. The distance from Paris to Le Mans takes two hours, and that's quite a distance."

"You're a fan too?"

"of course. Who wouldn't? A man who comes from a wild race on the streets of a city becomes a hero for his country in international events? I think it's pretty amazing."

"It looks like you know about him, right?"

"True, I idolized him from the moment he first appeared. He's so great. I would trade for anything as long as I could meet him."

For a moment, Amara forgot her feelings. His attention was distracted by the talk and every expression of his classmate. How the wishes of some people became easy for him. How she knew Rania as a family member from her mother, and it was quite proud when she heard it spoken by others. And he's very lucky, isn't he?

But then he woke up. How long has he considered everything trivial, and thought everything was easy to do. Without thinking what if someone else experienced it? Of course everything will be different.

"Our rest is over Ra." Piere got up from his seat.

"We'd better get back soon. Remember, it's payday." The man stretched out his hand which Amara immediately greeted. Then they go back to their jobs.

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