My Only One's

The New Taste

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Clarra pulled over her car at her favorite city park as usual. Then he looked around the area that looked dim.

The night had indeed crept up when he arrived at the place, and Clarra decided to pause for a moment. After finishing his job late because he had to be put on Dimitri's desk so that tomorrow the man could make a decision for some company that submitted a proposal for their project.

The park was empty that night. Only a few people seemed to be chatting, one by one leaving the place.

Especially when small drizzles began to fall from the sky, then they all ran to immediately avoid the fall of the heavier water.

But Clarra chose to stay. He felt a drizzle falling on his hand which he slightly stretched out. It was cold, and pleasant as usual.

The girl is very fond of rain, what else in the dry season like the last few months makes the situation around feel arid, but lately it seems like the rainy season will begin. It was visible from the often overcast sky, and the occasional drizzle was descending. Even though the heavier rain has not really come down.

Once again Clarra looked at the circumstances to make sure the area was completely deserted, especially from people she might know, which would ruin the silence she liked most.

The woman then went down and then walked into the park area of the city that was already quiet but once she was happy. Especially when the busier water points started to fall, and the rain actually happened that night.

He was standing in front of a garden chair with a lamp on the side as lighting. Remembering the times that have passed. Along with that, there is also a pleasant shadow about the beautiful story in which he became the main character in someone's life.

When a man gives so much love and affection, and with all forms of trust he puts hope on him. And do not forget also with the sweet little boy who always makes them laugh because of his adorable behavior. Making Clarra wish for them, and thinking she would have the perfect family because that happiness really made her feel meaningful.

But again reality is not what we expect, and what is imagined does not match what happened. In fact, he failed to achieve all of that. And can only enjoy it in memories. 

Although after that always makes him feel sick and cry, but at least he was happy with others.

Clarra turned her face to enjoy the increasingly heavy rain. And yes, it seems that the dry season is over, and will its solitude also come to an end?

I don't know, nobody knows. But he will enjoy every moment with all his heart, because maybe those times will go away, just like his loved ones.

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Galang slowed down his iron horse when he saw a car he seemed to know parked in front of the city park.

Although the man was in a hurry to his apartment because the rain had fallen, an unusual sight stopped him as well.

And sure enough, it was a car he knew belonged to Clarra.

But the galang did not see the woman was in there, which made him inevitably decide to go down to check things out.

It was raining quite heavily, and he saw the figure standing under the garden lights, raising his head so that his face looked up. His eyes were closed with both hands lying down to receive rainwater.

“Cla? What are you doing here?” Galang approaching.

Clarra opened her eyes and straightened her gaze, and the face dominated her entire sense of sight. 

“Already Cla, don't put it this way.” The man said..

“Nothing, everything will definitely be fine.”

“Why did you care about me, Galang? Why are you making me feel what I shouldn't feel?”

Galang frowned.

“This attitude of yours makes me misinterpret the situation, Galang.” Clarra rubbed her wet face. 

“Don't do that to me, or I'll feel more.” The woman almost twisted her body when Galang grabbed her wrist, then pulled her into a hug.

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Do not!” Clarra tried to encourage him to distance himself, but the man instead held her so tightly.

“Do you have feelings for me?” He then asked.

“No!” Clarra answered him firmly.

“But your attitude shows as if you have feelings for me Cla.”

“I said no yes no!”

“You lied.”

“What is your business with my feelings? You won't even care about it because nothing really matters.” Clarra answered while holding her arms against Galang's chest. Then their views meet.

The two scanned each other and stared into each other's eyes. It was as if they were looking for an answer they had wanted all along. In another form, of course.

“Hinjury ...” Galang almost opened his mouth to speak, but unexpectedly Clarra's hand crept around his neck and rose to his face, then framed his two hardened jaws for holding the piercing cold to the bone.

And it came to pass, when their two lips met in the creeping shahdu-vibrations that burst forth from the heart. Until the gentle pagutan happened by itself, and momentarily washed the two of them in a wailing cradle.

But the severity of Doctor Syahril's face interrupted activities under the heavy rain, making Clarra wake up from the cradle. And when he opened his eyes, was pushed Galang's body hard so that finally the embrace was released.

“Ma-sorry.” He said, covering his mouth with his hands.

Clarra took a few steps back, then turned around intending to leave. But Galang was able to reach it so that the woman returned into his arms.

“No, Galang!” Clarra tried to escape.

“Let's heal this wound equally.” The man whispered.

Clarra's stunned.

"I want to recover, and you also need to heal the heart. So what's wrong with trying it together?"

"This is not something that can be made for experimentation, and we both know how things are going. Your circumstances."

"It's been two years Cla, and things are no longer the same."

Clarra thrashed, but Galang embraced.

"I beg you!" Clarra is still trying to break away.

Galang buried his face on Clarra's shoulders, and instantly stunned the woman.

Then he twisted the body as Galang loosened the girth of his hand, and once again, he looked at the face of the man in front of him.

“You already know everything about me.” Clarra.

“Ya.”

“Knowing of all the bad things that overshadow my life.”

“I know.”

“And our age ...”

“Don't talk about age with me.”

“You will face a stubborn woman who will not be able to be stopped in any way.”

“It's been two years I've been facing you, but nothing happened. I'm fine.” The man chuckled.

Clarra was silent again.

“How about Ara?”

“She was just the past.”

“Then he arrived yesterday?”

“Just see me. Nothing more.”

Clarra looked for lies in her eyes. But this man seemed to mean it.

“So, can we start a new relationship without involving any story before this?” pinta Galang, and he again grabbed the woman's hand.

“You're not messing around?”

“I'm too mature to mess around.”

Clarra went down the firm face of the man who started to pale, just like her.

“So, can we be together not just as working partners? But each other has more than that?” Finally the sentence came out of his mouth.

Clarra's lips trembled and her breath roared. Of course this is also a completely unexpected thing.

“Cla, i ..”

Soon he slid into the man's arms. Hugged him tightly and felt his present having more meaning.

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