My Only One's

Come to Bromo?

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Amara wore her uniform as soon as she arrived at the hotel. He had just returned to work after taking care of his return plan to the homeland. But one shocking news stopped his original intentions.

"Huh, ... Why is it like this?" murmured with a directed look at the phone screen.

When a news from the campus stating that the graduation event will be held at the end of the week.

"If you go home now too, it's just a waste of time" he said, and he immediately made the call.

"Yes Brother?" the father's voice answered.

"Well, have you read my chat, right?"

"Yes. Any issues?"

"I was going home before graduation, but ...."

"Papa don't think it's okay, sister, later. If you've finished everything, we'll take care of your return."

"But Pah, I wanted to ...."

"Stage Brother. Time is just wasted. The show's at the end of the week, isn't it? If only the graduation was about one month longer maybe another story."

"Oh, .. That's it."

"Are you really going home?"

"It looks like it."

"Don't want to work in Paris?"

"It's gonna be work, and I think it's enough."

"Really?" Arfan reassured.

"Yes, our efforts need me too."

Arfan chuckles.

"Why is Papa laughing?"

"Papa's just happy that you're coming home."

"Umm ... How are things there?" Amara then asked.

"It's fine."

"Where's mommy going?"

"There's."

"Sisters?'

"They're on break. School is busy today."

"The others?"

"What other?"

"Yes .. the others."

"What do you mean?" Arfan laughed again. He knew whose question his daughter intended for whom.

"Umm .. ah, I have to work first, later in the manager."

"Don't want to talk to Mommy first?"

"No need, Mommy also seems to rest. Poor thing."

"Have you notified your mother?"

"Udah."

"Had been asked if he would go to your graduation?"

"Udah. But she said Mama couldn't leave. Paris is far away."

"alright. Maybe just Papa and Mommy and your sisters, is that okay?"

"It's okay, it's the same?"

"Well then, Papa will prepare everything huh?"

"Okay, I want to work too."

"Yes, be careful, brother."

"Yes Pah."

And the conversation ended.

"Have you contacted your family?" Piere had already changed his clothes to a hotel uniform.

"It."

"Your return's cancelled?"

"Yes, it seems so. There's no way I'm going back and forth between Jakarta and Paris this week. Very little time."

"So you're going home after graduation?"

"Yes, and after everything's done so there's nothing else I'm leaving here."

"Does that mean you're not going back to Paris?"

"Mmm .. maybe."

"You said you wanted to work and have some experience here?" The man reminded Amara of what he had said a few weeks earlier.

"Yes, but on second thought it looks like I should just go home. My papa's business needs me, and ...."

"You must also pursue your love."

Amara chuckles.

"really right? Fight, it must be done if you love him. Don't be late."

"I hope not, Piere."

"You sure?"

"Yes, two years I was gone but she still found me. Although it is still separate now I hope after this it is no longer. And I have to fight for it, right?"

"You're right."

"Yeah, so let's work again?" Amara with her spirit.

"good. There are so many rooms you and Abigail need to clean right now."

"Hmmm ... How many rooms?" the girl's face still looked excited.

"We start with ten."

"What's? Ten rooms?"

"Yes, today's guests are checking in that much. And it looks like there was a party last night."

"What party?"

"The party of the young." Piere laughing.

"Not anymore!!!" Then he covered his face with both hands. The chaos he will face today.

"Let's hurry, those rooms won't be tidy by themselves, miss."

"Congratulations, ... Brother Galang, now I understand what Brother means. I want to go home!! Wait until graduation is over!!" He said, when Piere encouraged him to run the day's errands.

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Clarra stuffed the empty cup into a nearby trash can from her seat. That afternoon as usual he chose to pause his return trip by stopping first to the city park.

Buy one cup of cold drink to then enjoy it in one of the available garden chairs. Then decided to go home after the drink ran out and left only chunks of ice cubes that began to melt. As he has always done in recent months.

"Ughhh!" A girl ran over and hit him until he fell.

"Abs!!"

"Hey, careful. You all right?" The woman woke him up.

The little boy looked up, and instantly his eyes were perfectly rounded when he recognized Clarra's face.

"Aunt Clarra!" She screamed, then rushed to hug him.

"Silvia?"

"Tante still remembers me?" The little girl won't let go.

"What are you doing here? With who?" Clarra pulled him to let his embrace slip.

"Papa's." Shahnaz looked back, and the man ran up to them.

"Papa said don't run!" Doctor Syahril squatted in front of them.

"See? Really what I said? It's Aunt Clarra, but Papa doesn't believe it!" The boy said.

Shahril looked at Clarra's face.

"I've seen a aunt since, but Papa said no." The boy turned to Clarra.

"I did not think it was you" said the man as he got up, then pulled the princess to his side.

"Umm ... What are you doing here?" Clarra.

"Just take a walk."

"Get out of the hospital." but Shahnaz interjected.

"From the hospital? Who is sick? You?" Clarra looked down at the boy.

"Not." Syahnaz shook his head.

"Keep who?"

"grandmother." He pointed towards the back where a woman in her 60s walked towards them.

Clarra multiplied her gaze, and the look on her face changed instantly after noticing the woman's existence.

His chest rumbled, and his eyes began to heat up as he recalled what he had said.

The child is unclear,

unknown origin.

He's just an adopted son.

We do not know how the offspring, and will give birth to what kind of offspring for our family.

"Good afternoon, Mom?" Clarra had to greet him.

"Sore, Clarra." answered the woman, flat.

"Umm, .. sorry I have to go home soon. Excuse me?" pamitnya later.

"Aunty?" Shahnaz grabbed his hand which almost left them.

"Why doesn't my aunt ever come home again? I wait every day. Aunt's busy, huh?"

Clarra felt her throat choking. Look at the innocent face of the boy who was also staring at him.

"Auntie comes home first, huh? If we get a chance to see you again." Slowly he let go of Shahnaz's hand.

"Aunty?"

"Bye Shahnaz, Excuse me Doctor? Excuse me Ma?" And he soon passed without looking again.

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Clarra felt her chest so tight. Something like being pressed against his chest, making him almost unable to breathe.

He sped up his pace to get out of there immediately, but the one stopped a few times to catch his breath and wipe away the tears that started to flow down his cheeks.

It's okay Cla, it's not your fault for being like this. It's not your fault for being born out of that woman's womb. And there's nothing wrong with you. The wrong is only those who always look at the situation from one side, without considering the other side.

You are valuable, and you are worthy.

Many times he took a breath to relieve himself, and convinced himself that what had happened to him was not his fault. But still, his feelings cannot be lied to that he feels hurt.

Then he was stunned as his gaze caught a familiar figure in front of him.

The barrier that stopped the motor near the red light. And he's sure it's his co-worker. Viewed from the green Kawasaki Ninja in his vehicle, and his body posture is typical.

Clarra sped up the pace so she reached Galang, then patted the waiting man on the shoulder.

"Clarra? What are you doing here?"

The woman's lips seemed to shake.

"Is something?"

"Where are you going?" Clarra asked back.

"Go back to Bandung." Error answering. "What's wrong?" He knew something was wrong with this woman.

"So something bothers you? Wh who? Where's where?" He circulated his gaze after turning off his motor engine.

But Clarra shook her head.

"Then what's up?"

"Group, shall we go to Bromo?" The woman said.

"What-what?"

"I think the time is right. It's Friday afternoon, and we're on a night trip. Tomorrow we get there and have all day for the holidays. Then we go home Sunday. Everything is safe, and we ...."

"Wait-wait!!" Galang stopped his racket. "What's wrong with you?"

"I want to go to Bromo, with you. Didn't you promise to take me for a walk?"

"What's? When?"

"That time ... so ... let's go?" The woman was half forced.

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