My Only One's

The situation #2

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One week later ...

"Do you think we should take Clarra as well?" Dimitri finished his work in the afternoon at the Nikolai Group office building.

"Take Clarra?" Error tidying up some of the files they have researched, and separating them according to the order of agreement.

"Yes, take Clarra to Paris. Looks like he needs a vacation?" The man glanced at the door as Clarra walked in.

"There's no need to bother Mr. Director. I don't need a vacation that far." Apparently he heard a conversation between his superiors with Galang.

"really? Your work is exhausting. Won't you go on vacation? Maybe we have an agenda for Paris?"

"No, thank you. Sleeping at home during the weekend is enough for me." replied Clarra who asked for documents that have been sorted out.

"What is this basic of you?"

Clarra just smiled. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Nothing."

"Alright, then I'll hand over these files, then go home." The woman turned around.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to Paris?" hail Dimitri again.

"No."

"No vacation? Well, I give you a free vacation." The man persuaded.

"Not really. Going on vacation with you is a lie." But Clarra refused.

"Why did you say that?"

"There's no such thing as a vacation when you go with the boss. I'm definitely gonna have to do something."

"Who said?"

"That's for sure. So, I better stay home. Can you rest?"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Clarra breezed out.

Dimitri opened his mouth.

"He went to work and forgot how to enjoy life." Dimitri muttered.

"I heard it was Dim." Clarra is back. "And you'd better get home soon, it's late." And the girl really came out.

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Clarra decided to stop at a city park. Sitting in a chair enjoying a drink he bought at a stand around.

The atmosphere was getting crowded at that time because it was towards the weekend and everyone wanted to enjoy their time. Whether with a partner, family, or friends.

"Clarra?" A baritone voice sounded behind him.

The woman turned her head and she found a familiar figure walking over.

"How are you?" The tall man in a black shirt whose arm was rolled up originally stopped at a distance of half a meter only.

"Doctor Syahril?" Clarra got up then nodded slowly.

"What are you doing here?" The man walked around so that now they were facing each other.

"Just come by for a minute."

"When you work?" Doctor Syahril asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Not overtime?"

"Lately it's been pretty relaxing." They sit side by side.

"That's great. You improving?" The man then asked.

"Pretty good."

"Thank God. If you get enough rest, eat on time and your lifestyle is regular, you will be fine. I've been saying it since, haven't I?"

"Yes, right."

It was quiet enough for a while. And that's pretty awkward. They don't even have another topic to talk about.

"What about Syahnaz?" Eventually Clarra had to make small talk.

"He's healthy." Shahril.

"Maybe he's a big boy now?"

"Yes, it's first grade SD."

"He must have grown up to be a beautiful child."

"Yes, you know for yourself."

"Does he like to ask his mother?"

"Now not so much. She already understood that her mother couldn't possibly come back."

Clarra nodded her head.

"But sometimes he likes to ask you." Shahril looked over, then smiled.

Clarra snorted softly, she felt like this drama was about to start again. A one-child widower who tried to captivate his heart.

"Well Doctor, then I must ...."

Clarra clenched her mouth tightly.

"Yes, it looks like I should ..." she almost got up when the man looked at her.

"Sit down, let's talk for a minute" he asked Clarra.

"But I have to ...."

"I need to talk." Shahril with a soft but firm voice.

Clarra was stunned, yet she relented. He had no other choice because the time was right, and he had no reason to avoid it.

"Speak." Finally he put his back on the back of the chair.

Maybe it's time for him to face this man himself.

"I've spoken to your parents, and their answer remains the same."

Clarra bit her lips hard.

"They keep saying that I should talk to you." Syahril looked at the woman who was frozen at the side.

"But you always avoid every time we meet. Like today." He chuckles softly.

"Sorry." Clarra immediately responded.

"Now you're apologizing?"

"It seems I can't .. accept your goodwill." The woman clenched her hands on her own knees. Trying desperately to hold back the tightness that began to re-create.

Doctor Syahril held his breath for a while. He had thought about the answer, but never imagined if this woman would say it directly.

Syahril thought Clarra would say many things as the reason for her refusal. But apparently he's not like that.

"Is it because there are others?" The man asked.

"What's? No." Clarra shook her head.

"I guess because there's someone else, so you just refuse." Shahril chuckled again.

"No, there's no. It's just ...."

"Then what about the guy who drove you to the hospital the other day?"

"Huh? Wh who? That's wrong?"

"Is there anything else besides him that's taking you to the hospital?"

"Oo, .. he ... is nobody. Only Galang, my superior assistant."

"really?"

"Yes, of course. There's no way I'm with him ...."

"So what's the problem?"

"What problem?"

"Because you can't accept my intentions? Is it because there is a shahnaz?"

"No, you know it's impossible. I love Shahnaz as much as her mother, but ...."

"What lounge?"

Clarra looked at the face of the man who had owned her heart for many years.

"You know, I'm not interested in having that kind of relationship. Didn't I say that I can't? I don't think I should explain why because it's my personal right."

Now Syahril is silent.

"So I'm asking you not to ask my parents about this anymore. My answer is clear, right?"

"Just like that?"

Clarra's lips were shaking.

"Yes, and I have to go home soon. Excuse me." The woman this time really got up, and she almost left Doctor Shahril when the man got up.

"Is it because of my mother's words?" then he said, making Clarra stop her steps.

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry. My mother just doesn't understand."

Clarra's frozen. "It is not that he does not understand, but does not understand." Then answer without taking your eyes off. Then leave immediately.

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"See? The closer to the race the visitors become the more alone? Our hotel is full." Piere put some stuff on the trolli and Amara prepared to return to her duties.

"Yes, and will every day be like this?" The girl wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Since morning he has not stopped working. Clean up the room, change the bed sheet and bed cover, also tidy up items that are sometimes scattered on the floor. I don't know what the guests are doing in there so the circumstances sometimes look ridiculous.

Not to mention he and other employees sometimes have to deliver orders, whether it's food, drinks and other things that are not even in the shadows.

"I think yes, then be prepared."

"Hmm .. Even employees at papa resorts are not like this." He muttered as he pushed the trolli out of the pantry.

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