My Only One's
Clarra
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He dropped his phone hard on the table after getting a report from someone. Then he peed at the base of his nose that was painful.
"Is there a problem?" Clarra stopped her lunch.
The man shook his head, then took a sip of his cold drink until it was almost gone.
"Why are you like that?"
"It's none of your business." replied Galang, then got up from his chair.
"Duh? Seriously huh?"
The man did not answer.
"Hey, where are you going? Remember, we have a lot of work!" Clarra.
"Just go to the toilet" replied Galang without looking.
And sure enough, the man breezed toward the toilet in another part of the restaurant.
He immediately entered, then decided to wash his face. Just to refresh his mind that is starting to be unreasonable. After seeing the storage on Amara's social media account.
"So my wait was in vain? You don't even remember me at all?" He looked at the large mirror in front of him.
The toilet was so quiet that afternoon, and it made it easy to linger there.
"So it's all really over? And we don't have another chance?" Back to talking.
"Then should I forget you too?" He looked at his reflection in the mirror.
Clarra stared at the man's phone, which was on, and there was a call from a number with Mom's name and a picture of a middle-aged woman on the screen.
He hesitated, whether to answer it or not? Because it kept burning for a while.
But because the owner of the phone did not return, Clarra decided to answer it. At the same time, the phone stopped calling.
And the woman was stunned when she found a post with a picture of a girl younger than her. Of course Clarra memorized that face.
Amara who looks so cheerful with some people who are expected to be her friends. But there was one thing that astonished him. When in some other picture he finds the girl with the same man.
They look so close. They are seen from their unusual gestures and attitudes. Even some videos show closeness and intimacy between the two. Anyone would think if they were a lover, and this is likely what makes Galang look riled up.
"Ehm ...." The sound of darkness dashed his daydream. Clarra was shocked and turned away attention.
Galang was already there with a different appearance. He took off his suit, so it was only seen wearing a shirt whose arm was rolled up to the elbow.
"Mh ...." The woman looked at him without blinking. Just this time he saw a man with this kind of look, and the atmosphere suddenly felt awkward.
"Investigating my personal belongings too heh?" He said, then he sat back in his chair.
"Someone called you." Clarra answered.
"Who?" Galang grunted violently with a face look of dislike.
"No idea, that's why I saw it. But haven't I seen him turn off the connection yet?"
Galang stared intently, and Clarra returned to her eating activities.
"You may have the authority to oversee the activities of all of Nikolai Group's main staff. But remember, you don't have the right to investigate too far. Especially since it's my personal phone." Galang.
"You may be Nikolai Group's flagship secretary, but that doesn't make you want to do anything to me."
Clarra's speechless. Just this time there was someone who dared to say that to him. Especially because he is a person who has not too long joined the company where he works.
Everyone will always be subject to whatever he or she says as he or she views his position as the mainstay secretary and his or her kinship relationship with the owner of the company. Arfan even depended on him for as long as he served as Satria's successor in the Nikolai Group.
But this man, from the very beginning had never shown such an attitude. Although his position was clearly higher and in terms of age was also older than him, Galang seemed never to be intimidated. Although cold and unfriendly attitude Clarra often shows him at the beginning of his work, Galang still behave normally.
"Did you hear me?" The man confirmed his words.
"Listen-heard." Clarra stuttering.
"So don't try to find out anything you don't really need to find out."
"Yes, I just didn't mean it. I told you earlier that ...."
"Yes Mom?" Galang answered the call that had returned from his mother.
The man was speechless listening to his mother talking across the street, and the look on his face changed.
"What serious?"
"...."
"What did the doctor say?"
" ...."
"Well, I'll be home in the afternoon. Calm down."
"Why?" Clarra can't just stay quiet.
"No why. Finish your meal, we have to get back to work, right? I want this over quickly." Galang replied with a sharp tone.
Who is the senior here, huh?
Clarra frowned. But he also did what the man said as if he was the most powerful in this place.
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Crossing paths with Galang and several other staff after their work was completed on the eve of the evening made him stop his steps.
"It has. Continued tomorrow morning, right?" The man replied with a tired look. His appearance had not been so good before. He had even removed the tie that had been wrapped around under his shirt collar since morning.
"Hm ...." Clarra nodded her head.
"All right." Stopped walking.
"It looks like I can't go upstairs, I have to go home right now" she continued, and she handed the file in her hands to Clarra.
"What's up now?"
"I have to go back to Bandung, back tomorrow at dawn." Error answering.
"Is there a problem?" Clarra's approaching.
"Nothing."
The woman was a little bit.
"My dad's only been in the hospital." But Galang continued.
"Why can?"
"He fell off the roof of the house while fixing the tile. Now it's better but still I have to ...."
"I'm coming along." Suddenly Clarra said, while putting the file on the receptionist table.
"What-what?" Which of course makes Galang quite surprised.
"I said I'd go to Bandung." Clarra repeated her words.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Have you ever seen me joke before?" The woman took two steps forward so that the distance between them almost disappeared.
"Why are you?" While Galang almost retreated because he felt his condition was not within safe limits.
"You know, I've never been anywhere after work. But does it seem like coming with you is a good idea?"
"Huh?" Galang frowned.
"Come on, .. I want to come!" He said again as he pulled the man's wrist in front of him.
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"Are you sure you want to go with that look?" He looked down at Clarra from top to bottom.
The woman was wearing a blazer and knee-length skirt with a hairdo that was so neat typical of secretaries in general. In fact, it can be said that he is a pretty secretary.
In addition to her work skills, Clarra also has an appearance that is so attractive that it makes her look perfect.
"Why indeed?" Clarra folded her hands together on her chest. I felt that Galang was underestimating him.
"Know I'm on a motorcycle, right?" The man lit his iron horse.
"Yes, then?"
"It's to Bandung, not to Ancol."
"You don't think I can ride a bike because I only wear a skirt?" Clarra reacts.
"The problem ...."
Not yet Galang finished his sentence, the woman had already climbed onto the motorbike with a slight raise of her skirt.
"Mh ...."
"Quick the road, or we'll be late." The woman held her helmet.
"So seriously you want to come?" Tried to convince.
"Yes, what are you waiting for?" Clarra patted the back of the man who had been ready on his bike.
"Yes yes ish!! can't you be a person?" Galang even grumbled.
"Hand!" He said, while releasing the brake he clutched tightly before. Then turn the gas quite tightly.
Clarra said the two-wheeled engine shot from the parking area of the Nikolai Group building, penetrating Jakarta's heavy traffic in almost the afternoon.
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Connect ...
Lah, why Clarra anyway, where is her Ara not yet nongol?
Patience gaes, patient man wide ass. 😆😆
we do it nice and slow okay? let there be a flutter. 😂
lope lope sekebon 😘😘
Meet mebak Clarra first yes
