My Only One's

Between Self and Age

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Amara set foot at the airport after a 16-hour journey directly from Paris, France.

The feeling of fatigue that whack did not reduce his enthusiasm to stay awake enjoying the trip home at noon scorching from the middle of Jakarta to the residence of his parents.

"Let's not settle everything?" amara said to the housekeeper who brought some of her bags into the room.

"Why? Would you like to go home to your mama?" The passing Arfan stopped at the doorway.

"No" replied Amara, who did the same.

"Continue?"

"Later on" replied Amara.

"Why do you think you're going home to mama?"

"We'll see."

"Have you called your mom?" Dygta appeared, and as usual, reminded.

"Udah. Mama asked me to go straight back there, but wait a little later, want to rest first." Then he dropped his body on the bed.

"Papa?" Amara stopped the step of the father who almost came out of his room.

"Yes?" Arfan's back.

"If I want to live independently, can I?" Amara without looking at the father's face.

"What?"

"You know, get out of the house, live alone ...."

Arfan stunned.

"But later if I'm working, hehe ...." Amara was afraid.

"You mean live far away from us?" Dygta came back, she was just as shocked as her husband.

"Not far away, just stay apart. Mommy knows, like when I'm back in Paris. By yourself?"

Arfan and Dygta looked at each other.

"What if you still live here? Does that make you uncomfortable?" Arfan walked closer.

"Not really."

"Why do you want something like that?"

"It's okay, just want to."

"You think after two years of living alone abroad is good huh?" The father reacted.

"Lumayan, I'm getting used to it. And that's good."

Arfan was stunned for a while.

"But you just got home?"

"Not now, but later."

"When?"

"You don't know, at least I said it was Papa?"

"Hmm .. okay, Papa think about it."

"Okay, I'm gonna take a break." Amara closed her eyes, while her parents walked out.

"What was that?" Arfan closed the door to his eldest daughter's room tightly.

"He asked for independent living?" Dygta.

"As you have heard yourself." The man replied.

"And you'll allow it?"

"How do you think?"

"Either. But you know for yourself what he is if he has a wish?"

"Hmm... You think I should allow it?"

"Not knowing." Dygta sauntered into their room at the front end of the second floor.

"Do you think it's safe if we allow it?" Arfan taught her steps.

"You know better about that." Dygta replied, and immediately entered their room as soon as the door opened.

"I don't know if this is right to do or not, but ...."

"Ah, my bed is comfortable!" The woman immediately dropped her body on the bed.

"I think he can take responsibility for himself. Living alone in Paris for two years proves it. Nothing happened, right?"

"Hm ...."

"And I think he knows what he's gonna do."

"You think so?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"So I have to let him live independently?"

"As far as you. But even if you won't allow it, give him a logical reason. Know for yourself how stubborn he is, right?"

Arfan sat on the edge of the bed.

"Not to think about it now, Ara said later that she was working?" Dygta got up and sat up straight beside her husband.

"And after this he'll definitely be working soon. In order to quickly get out of the house and live independently?"

"You know that, right?" Dygta laughed as he grabbed the man's shoulder. "Obviously his mind is the same as yours, he's your son know?"

"And I have to let her go?"

"He's an adult, there's no reason for us to stop him. After all, sooner or later he will leave too. Whether it's working and living independently, or maybe getting married?"

"Different concept. Independent life is he who is all alone. While married there are those who accompany and take care of him. And if I can, I'll just choose the second option, that's better."

"Then let him live what he wants, and choose who he will go through with."

"I never forbid, right?"

"But your attitude shows otherwise."

"What do you mean?"

"You're talking to Galang?"

"Huh?"

"Your attitude towards him is unfriendly, often even indifferent."

"What should it be? They broke up anyway, right? Why do I have to talk to strangers?"

"I'm like that? You know for yourself?"

"You have known him all this time. Even you educated him before he officially became Dimitri's assistant, right?"

"Certainly? That should affect the way I treat her?"

"At least don't act like he's dangerous."

"What did you say?"

"Ah, if we talk about it at the end of it we will have a disagreement right?" Dygta let go of his hand, then got up.

"Hey, didn't you start? You seem to like that kid? Even after they break up, you still talk about it a lot. Like no other language?"

"I guess I just just just just talk." Dygta.

"Got spoken to you?"

"Yes, forget it." Dygta breezed into the bathroom.

"Forget what you said? But you'll suddenly talk about it again?"

Dygta no longer responded.

"Hey, Dygta!" Arfan got up from his seat.

"Here you go, Papa, don't talk about it anymore, I'm gonna take a shower!" The woman shouted from inside the room.

"Yeah, that's right." Arfan murmuring.

But then he turned his head towards the room at the end of their room, and one idea popped into his head.

The man hurriedly followed Dygta inside who had already started the ritual of cleaning himself.

"Hey, what do you want?"

"It seems like our business isn't done yet?"

"really?"

"Hm ...." The man closed the bathroom door tightly after removing all his clothes.

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"I'm saying hi?" Galang got up after resting for a while on the terrace of the Vita residence.

They arrived in the afternoon after travelling home from the morning directly from the Bromo area.

"It's only a minute?" The host replied.

"Yes, we have to go to Bandung first."

"Lho's? From here you want to go directly to Bandung?" Clarra also spoke. After she cleaned herself up and changed clothes.

"Yes." Yeah." He was wearing his helmet.

"Tomorrow to start working?"

"I know."

"Snap-snap?"

"Mom keeps asking, why don't I go home? He thinks I'm okay." The man laughed.

"Huh, you mother son?"

"That is, hahaha ...."

"Curtain, proud?" Clarra sneers.

"Yes what else? Only they will love you unconditionally." He got on the motor and started the engine.

"Hm ...."

"Go first Cla." he said, who was ready with his second wheeled vehicle.

"Good."

"Remember one thing." The man before he left.

"What?"

"Senium!" He said that he then laughed again before finally grabbing the helmet and nodding towards Vita.

Then the man immediately went to drive his iron horse out of the yard, while Clarra looked at him until he disappeared behind the fence.

"He seems like a fun person?" Vita dashed her daydream.

"Indeed. I laugh when I talk to him." Clarra muttering.

"And he can make you laugh?" The mother looked at the face of her daughter who was still at home staring at the streets in front of their house which was quite quiet.

"That's great." Vita smiled at him.

"I mean Mama?"

"If someone feels good and he can make you laugh, it could be that he'll make you happy too."

"Huh?" Clarra looked at her mother.

"Defend." Vita rubbed his daughter's back.

"What's the fuck you talking about?"

"No, just cheering you on."

"Combust me?"

"Yes. If someone ever makes you hurt and cry, then there will be others who wipe your tears and strive for happiness for you. So, cheer up."

Clarra's stunned.

"You know, age is a number. There is no sure guarantee of who can make you happy. Whether it's older, or younger than you. What matters is that you take each other."

"Mama don't talk shit." Clarra's two cheeks suddenly turned red.

"Mama's serious."

The woman shook her head while rolling her eyeballs.

"Mommy likes Galang, he seems like a good guy."

"Mama!"

Vita just laughed, while Clarra rushed into the house.

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Well lu? His mother likes it. Oh My God! 😱