My Only One's

Morning In Paris

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They arrived at Charless De Gaulle International Airport at night. Found that it was late enough, and the children looked exhausted.

"We'll just pick the nearest hotel." Dimitri clutched his Zenya who had since landed had already closed his eyes in his arms.

"Just two hours to the villa near the circuit sir." Galang checked his cell phone which was constantly connected with the guide.

"It's okay, we can leave tomorrow from here. Pity the children if they have to continue the road trip this late." Dimitri.

"I'll book another hotel?" The bar gives a choice.

"Message" replied Dimitri who was sitting in the nearest seat he found.

"Good."

"And tell Rania too, when we have arrived. Tell me not to worry because the kids are okay." The man recalled some of his wife's messages that had arrived first on a commercial plane with her crew a few hours ago.

"Yes sir." Galang immediately contacted some of his connections in Paris for help.

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They arrived at a hotel around the Eiffel Tower. After trying to contact some places, and finally it's just the hotel that happens to still have some empty rooms. The rest has been fulfilled by tourists both domestically and abroad.

The big event Woman Superbike coincides with the autumn holidays in Europe which causes tourists to come to get a different holiday experience.

Galang laid Anya who was completely asleep as well as Zenya, while making sure they get adequate accommodation in a hotel that is quite famous in the city of Paris. Likewise, two caregivers who have been loyal to watch over the twins.

"Is there anything else you need?" These two men walked out of the children's room.

"No, I just want to rest." Dimitri stopped right in front of his room.

"Well then. You can call me if there's anything less." The rookie also did the same. The room is directly opposite Dimitri's room which has the best view in the city.

"Yeah, okay." The superior immediately entered his room, as well as Galang.

The man immediately dropped his tired body after finishing his business in the bathroom. Wrapped in a hotel bathrobe and a towel that became the base under his wet head.

He turned on his phone, and opened his social media app. Seeing the last post Amara uploaded before she finally unfollowed herself a few weeks earlier.

A farewell inscription set against the backdrop of the vibrant Eiffel Tower still she keeps on the album, and becomes the only memento Amara left for her.

It had been so long, yet he still remembered the girl.

Two years, Galang! He murmured in his heart.

Then Galang got up and walked towards the window which he deliberately opened wide. Feel the cold wind that enters freely into his room on the fifth floor of the hotel. While staring at the magnificent building that became a landmark of the city of Paris that stood firmly invincible.

"You must be out there, but where?" He muttered.

"Do we still have a chance?"

"If you did, you'd feel it too. Because my hope is still there." He stared at the city lights in the distance.

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"You want more?" Piere offered when their food was running out.

The four friends decided to stop by a food stall on their way home, after they had done their jobs.

"No, I'm full." declined Amara who fed her last meal. Both of their friends did the same.

"Thank you, Piere. Your treat allows me to sleep well tonight." Abigail.

"Me too." said Catherine who rubbed her stomach that already felt full. Everything they ordered had moved entirely into the stomach without the slightest residue.

"Yes, the food in my apartment is intact tonight." Amara chimed in, then laughed.

"It's nothing, I'm just sharing."

"You sure got a lot of tips today, huh?" Abigail took her drink to the end.

"Yes, the last guest who came gave me a very good tip after I brought their stuff to the fifth floor." Piere.

"really? how much?"

"Quite a lot so I can treat you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Hm ..." The man cleaned his mouth with a tissue.

"At first I thought he was wrong to give me money, but he turned down the time I intended to return it."

"That's lucky for you?"

"Maybe because they asked."

"really? One family?"

"It doesn't seem to."

"How many people?" Amara curious.

"Six people. Two adult males, two adult females, and two ana-children. They rented the remaining three suit rooms."

"I think they're two families."

"Cannot be. One was a Caucasian man, the other three were Asian. While his two children were somewhat similar to that caucasian man?" The man remembered.

"But it looks like they're from your country, Ra." Piere turned to Amara.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, it's like when you call your family. But I don't understand. It's just that the Caucasian man can speak French."

"Maybe they are from Indonesia."

"Yes, maybe."

"Well, since I'm full, we'd better go home now. Have to prepare for tomorrow?"

"You're right."

"Yeah, .. come on." The four of them left immediately.

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The sun in early autumn has shown its light, although it is not able to repel the cold that still dominates the country with the most beautiful towers in the world.

But the hustle and bustle of Paris city life has been wriggling since it was still dim. Guests come down to enjoy an atmosphere they will not get anywhere else. While the hotel employees have gone back and forth to carry out their duties.

"Come on Papi, I want to see Mommy!" Zenya pulled Dimitri's hand out of his room. The man had not even had time to improve his appearance after taking a shower.

"By Zen, Papi has to get dressed."

"Aren't you?"

"Not neat."

"No need to be neat, Papi doesn't want to work." Zenya.

"Fix it, ...."

"Mommy's waiting for us Papi!"

"Still Zen morning, maybe mommy's at work, or jogging on the track."

"I'd like to see Mommy!" The boy started to whine.

"City, ...." Galang appeared with Anya who was neat. Her hair was pinched in two with small purple hair clasps in the ties.

"Om Galang, I'd like to see Mommy. Papi doesn't want to?" his sister to the man.

"Don't you want to, Papi just took a shower?" Dimitri defended himself.

"But old Papi, the dress is like Anya!" protest the boy.

"What?"

"Yes, wear this, wear this, wear this." Zenya rubbed his own face, head and neck. Show what he saw his father do.

Dimitri laughing.

"That's called style" she said, who had been given a pomade of her copper brown hair.

"Bad style!" zenya said in a annoyed tone.

"What's? Bad style?"

"Yes, Papi at last!"

Dimitri laughed again.

"Zen, let's go down first?" Interrupting the conversation.

"To Mommy?"

"No, but we go for a walk first."

"But I want Mommy!" Zenya whined again.

"You know, if mommy's training? Even if we come to the circuit, mommy won't be able to see us because he's busy training."

"Why? Mommy can't see us?"

"Later Mommy's concentration is split, and will make her unable to focus the exercise."

"Is that bad?"

"Yeah, it's bad." Error answering.

"So I can't see Mommy?"

"May but will you race?"

"Can?"

"Can."

"Asi!" The boy shouted with excitement.

"So let's go downstairs and wait for Papi there?" bring Galang to the boy.

"okay." Then Galang pulled the two children away.

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