My Only One's

First Thing

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Galang opened his eyes when the morning light slipped between the curtains of his window that were still tightly closed. He pressed a button on the alarm clock above the nightstand that sounded half an hour ago.

It's not usually that guy wakes up like this. Maybe because of the effect of the rain overnight that made him feel a little unwell. 

Of course, standing under the heavy rain seemed to be a ridiculous thing. 

After delivering Clarra, and making sure she returned home safely, she rushed to her apartment. 

The man chuckled as he got up and revealed his thick blanket. Then sit down for a while on the edge of the bed. Recalling what had happened last night, and he felt relieved to have done so.

It turned out that he could, and it worked.

Look Ara, I can without you. All this time I just didn't realize, and put too much hope on you. But truth? I was able to go further than I expected.

Monologue heart.

Then he got up and stepped into the bathroom to clean himself up.

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They arrived almost simultaneously in front of the Nikolai Group building. Struggles with his motorbike, and Clarra with her own car. They even parked their vehicle in an adjacent place.

Galang decided to wait for the woman to get off her own car, then greeted her with a smile as she turned her head.

Clarra looked down with blushing cheeks. I can't believe something like this happened to him again.

"Are you okay?" The conversation starts a conversation.

Clarra nodded her head.

"Want me to bring it?" bargain the man who saw the state of his mistress who looked bothered carrying a laptop bag and two tote bags containing the work he brought home.

Lover.

Galang chuckled in his heart. After this their days would definitely not be the same anymore.

"No, I'm used to it." Clarra answered, walking ahead of him.

"You didn't get the flu?" The man tried to line up his steps quite quickly.

"No. Papa gave me the medicine last night."

"Hmm .. thank goodness."

"How are you?" They both nodded their heads when passing by several employees.

"I'm good." 

"Thank God. Or, if you want later I give the medicine from papa so that your health is maintained" said the woman. Which made Galang stop his steps for a moment. He smiled because of it.

"Hey Cla, wait! Why is your road so fast?" galang protest while chasing him.

"Every day is like this." They stopped in front of the elevator.

"Good morning Mrs Clarra, good morning Mr Galang?" Employees who had been there first greeted them.

"Morning." Both answered simultaneously.

Then the elevator doors opened, and they immediately entered into the iron box.

The atmosphere inside was quiet as usual. No one talks or at least greets each other. Being in one room with two main staff Nikolai Group is enough to make anyone ketar-ketir. So they chose to be quiet.

The elevator continued to accelerate after several stops in each division until it finally arrived at the top floor of the building.

"I thought you came with Dimitri?" Clarra just opened her voice after they arrived at the table in front of the director's room.

"No, it's just the occasional one. He has a driver, right? Why should I bother?"

Clarra turned her head to the side where Galang was already sitting in his place as usual.

"What?" The man looked up.

"Only you are the assistant who dares to do so to Dimitri" Clarra said with a look of wonder.

"Why indeed?"

"Usually the assistant will take care of all the interests of his superiors."

"There is already."

"Who?"

"You." The man smiled. "So I'll just do what you can't do" he said.

"Stay with it."

"Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it well. All this time he's never protested against my work."

"Yes, lucky to be you." Clarra sat on her chair, next to Galang.

"Lucky why?"

"The director's wife is your best friend, so she won't dare mess with you."

"What?" Galang laughing. "No contact know?"

"really?"

"Yes, of course."

"But it seems you guys are so close?"

"Who? Me and Rania?"

"Who else?"

"Of course we're close, we grew up together to know."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Main together, school together?"

"Yes, like that." Turn on his laptop.

"Eh, why is the laptop turned on here?" The woman asked.

"Why did you say? Yes, I want to work. Where's myjob? Here?"

"Why is it here? To your room there."

"No way."

"Why not?"

"I told you I don't like working alone."

"Job in Dimitri's room. He's coming soon, isn't he?"

"Your lips are noisy when I go to work." 

"Whispering how?"

"He keeps talking."

"Kan Dimitri is. You're like you just knew him?"

"Lately he's been pissing off."

"Sorry how?"

"He …."

"Om Galang!!!" Two children ran towards them without realizing it. And the couple followed from behind.

"Cieee, be alone in the morning." Rania who looked at the familiarity between the secretary and her husband's assistant.

"Why are you here?" Galang immediately welcomed two small children who rushed to him.

"Follow Papi's work." Anya answered.

"Aren't you in school?"

"School is off." 

"Kok holiday?"

"The teacher's meeting."

"Any high school kid?" The man said.

"Take it that way." Sahut Rania's.

"Keep in here all day?"

"That's it."

"There's no scheduled exit, is there Cla?" Dimitri spoke up.

"No. Just work in the office. All the documents I put on your desk last night."

"All right, that's good. Comeon?" Dimitri jerked his head towards his space.

"Hm …." Rania followed her husband's steps.

"I'm not. Just want to be here." Anya remained near Galang even though her twin sister had walked first to follow their parents.

"Oh, it's good to work again." Rania.

"I won't bother you, I'm a good girl" Annya said.

"Really huh?"

"Hu'um." The boy nodded.

"Why does it work here?" Anya sat on the chair that she took from her room.

"Indeed here "

"Not the same papi?"

"Will there be your mother?"

"Usually come along too."

The error of turning the eyeball.

"I spent the night at opa's house." The boy kept talking.

"Oh yeah? Healthy opa?"

"Healthy dong, opa I'm diligent sport. I was jogging with opa."

"Times?"

"Hu'um."

"Good."

"Every night also gathers. There's Papa Arfan, there's Mommy Dygta, sister Ann, brother Arkhan, sister Aksa and sister Asha. Daryl and Darren are going home."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. Ara is there too. But what does not exist? Not if the courtship likes to be together?" anya's remarks made the two adults nearby stop work.

"You keep talking?" React error.

"Gosh my god." Gorge rubbed his face. 

Why was he ashamed of this child? 

"Anya, Om is not dating Ara. Now it's just a cement." The man leaned his body towards Anya.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes, anyways why the hell do you want it to continue? It's a little too. Not good to know?"

Anya was speechless looking at Galang's face with her two clear round eyes.

"So if you can hug too? That time …."

"Well, want some ice cream? Let's go get some ice cream?" The bar distracts her.

Why is this kid even talking about it? This could lead to misunderstandings with Clarra. 

Not funny, the new time last night so have you fought because of the language of this child? Huh, the son of the oneng kok ngeselin?

"Come, shall we get some ice cream?"

"No, it's not a day for you." Anya answered.

"A lot of ice cream is supposed to wait for Sunday? There's-there's your mommy."

"Say mommy, make it special."

"Special what? Just some ice cream?"

"I don't know." Anya shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, now shut up. It's work."

"Ah, Om not cool." Anya then got off the chair.

"Eh, where are you going?"

"To papi ah, Om nyebelin."

"What?"

"Just because I don't want to be invited to eat ice cream so that's it." The boy sauntered towards the door of his father's study.

"Huh?"

"Mommy, Om That's bad, I'm sure I'm eating ice cream all the time." Anya barged into the room.

"What?" Rania appeared in the doorway.

"Lying, I'm just kidding Ran!" The defensive self.

"Reviews huh?" The woman clenched her hands in the air.

"Just ngetes. Turns out he's hooked." The man laughed.

While Rania glared before finally returning inside.

"Huh, same mom as the same kid?" Galang muttering.

Clara laughed though.

"What are you laughing at? Funny, Anya? Small-small ngeselin?"

"Yes, and he's very honest."

"Honest about what?"

"Everything."

"Mh …."

"I get suspicious, lest he see something often?"

"Maybe. His father's mother, right?"

Clarra shook her head.

"Or it's time to Paris she saw something else."

"What?"

The woman looked at Galang.

"When did you meet Ara in Paris?" then he asked.

"Mm …."

"I suspected something was going on and she saw it. That's why you keep talking like that?" Clarra laughed again.

"Don't talk about that. We will fight. Isn't it funny just yet?"

Now Clarra is silent. He looked at the radiant face of the man. The roar also seemed to hold a smile.

"We really did that last night, did we?" Clarra stopped her work.

"What do you think?"

"I guess …."

"Kissing a man for idle reasons? I don't think that makes any sense."

"I …."

"I think it's personal, not everyone you can smell like that for no apparent reason. And I feel like that kiss …."

"Stop!" Clarra covered the man's mouth with her hand 

"Why the hell should I talk about that?"

"Yes, you're done …." He almost pulled the woman's hand.

"Back to work! The deadline should be finished this week."

"Nm …."

"Don't keep talking, or move into your room. I have to work, you know?"

"I also have to work, but your hands don't do this."

Clarra quickly pulled her hand back. Then they both went back to work.

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"What time do you sleep? Papa see your room lights are still on till midnight?" Arfan greeted his eldest daughter when he joined her for breakfast.

"Lumayan night." Amara answered. 

"Why?"

"Mama nelfon, ask me why I didn't go back there."

"Continue?"

"Yes I replied, taken to Papi's house because Darren's brother and Daryl's brother came home."

"Your mom's mad?"

"No, just don't think I'm going where I am. Then, that's what I'm doing." Amara handed the picture book to her father.

"What's this?"

"Design for the interior of the store later." He showed me a picture of a room.

"The concept is not too specific anyway, so it can be visited by all people. Then, it will target office circles as well, but it can make those who come feel enjoy."

Arfan nodded his head.

"The details are not all, but this is the initial picture. What do you think Papa?"

"good. You have your own taste for something like this. Is that right, sweetheart?" The man asked his wife's opinion.

"Hmm .. but must have a special menu that is the hallmark of your store dong. Let people have more memories, which makes them want to come there."

"Mommy really. I'll see the references later, and I'll also select the menu list."

"Want home-cooked food or something?"

"In the mix Mom. And it seems like the home menu is also good, but later there are variations. Western also exists, continue to play the course also others. I'd like to ask Piere for an opinion."

"Piere?" Arfan and Dygta together.

"Yes, I met you at graduation."

"Oh, …."

"He's working in a famous hotel in Paris right now."

"really? What's the cooking job like you've learned?"

"That's."

"That's great."

"Yes, the ideas are good." Then they started breakfast.

"Today you go out again?" Arfan asked.

"Yes, there's something I need to do."

"What?"

"Detailed what we should have for the shop."

"You going there again?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Do you want Papa to accompany you?"

"No, I can do it myself."

"Related?"

"Related. Later Papa helps if I need capital alone." The girl laughed.

"And that's it, paying shophouse rent and stuff?"

"Yes, that means."

"alright. Just tell me you need something."

"Thank you, sir."

Arfan smiled, then continued their breakfast.

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thank you to those who persist in reading this novel even though it is not as expected. For loyal readers, you must know the characteristics of my writing. And for those who retreated in disappointment, thank you for accompanying the novel's journey. You guys are amazing 😉

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