My Only One's

A Reality

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One week later …

Clarra raised her head as someone placed one food box on the table. And Galang's sweet smile dominated the view.

"What's this?" She asked.

"Food." replied Galang, then he sat down on the available chair, as usual.

Clarra frowned.

"You like to forget to eat when you're working." The man said.

"You know, you don't have to do things like this." The woman said.

"Why?"

"It's okay, it's just .. it's not necessary" he said.

Galang looked chuckled.

"And stop being so exaggerated like this!" clarra protest.

"Excessive next to where? I just brought you some food, is that wrong?"

"No, it's just …."

"I'm just showing concern, why do you always reject it?"

"Don't be like that, I'm not used to it."

He rolled his eyeballs.

"Seriously, and don't show attention in any way in front of the crowd."

"What?"

"I'm not comfortable." Clarra remembers the first time they entered the canteen as lovers. The man showed his attention by ordering food and bringing it.

Although it was only a simple thing, it made him feel awkward.

"Now tell me, what makes you comfortable? I just did it because I felt I had to."

"Just ... behave as usual. Nothing has changed."

"Is that?" Galang leaned his body towards the table.

"Yes, just be normal."

"I'm acting normal. Like a man to his beloved." He tilted so that he could see Clarra's face more clearly.

"Ughh! Stop saying that!" Clarra was starting to get upset.

"Why? Isn't that how it is?" Steady to hold back laughter. Sometimes he feels the attitude of women who are four years older than him is quite funny for adult size.

"Some one will hear."

"Who? There's no one here but us."

Clarra's speechless.

"Do you feel ashamed about being with a younger man?"

"Mh …."

"Are you ashamed that it was me?"

"Relang …."

"I don't deserve you?"

"Why did you say that?"

"Because of your attitude …."

"It feels weird. And I'm not used to it, you know?"

"I know, so leave it like that. Will also get used to it."

"Aren't you ashamed to walk with me?"

"Why should you be ashamed?"

"As you said, you're younger than me, and …."

"It's just a number. Your servant showed you how you are."

"You're like Mama."

"really? We're one server." Laugh again.

"What do you mean?"

"We have the same thought."

"Ish, kegeeran."

"But good, right?"

Clarra shook her head but smiled.

"Well, ... I'll have to leave soon, right?" He looked at the clock on his wrist. 

"Yes, meeting at Hotel Indonesia with investors from Qatar."

"Good." The man got up then sauntered towards Dimitri's room.

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Amara looked around the ready-made room. All the furniture has been put in place, and all the ornaments have been put in place where they should be. He completed the arrangement of the space with Arfan, Dygta, and some of his father's men.

"It's what you want?" Arfan stood beside her doing the same.

"Yes, this is good."

"It can be opened on Monday, brother, if everything is ready." Dygta joined in.

"But I don't have any officers. I just made an announcement about his job." Amara showed me a sheet of paper with the announcement.

"Don't take Papa's employees first?"

"No. I want new people." 

"Do you want Papa to promote as well?"

"No Pah."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If you use the services of his team promotion papa will be more profitable you know. They can promote in any form." Dygta interrupted the conversation.

"Yes, but for now I think I have to run it myself first. There are many media I can use for promotion."

"What's wrong with using his name Papa? Wouldn't it be more profitable?" dygta.

"This is a small shop, where it is suitable for large-scale promotion, let alone using the name of Papa. It's gonna be too crowded and I can't handle it, papa's name is so ugly."

"Hm …."

"Well, it's up to you. But the famflets and leaflets are there, right? If not, then you tell people to make it."

"good. If all is done, we'd better go first. Your sisters must be picked up." Arfan checked his watch.

"Okay Pah."

"You still want to be here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"alright. Be careful going home later, okay?" The man said.

"Yes Papa." Then both of his parents left.

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The announcement sheet for the reception of employees has been embedded in the front glass of the store with writing and pictures that are quite striking. And he looked at her with a satisfied and hopeful feeling.

Then he turned his attention to a tall building a few blocks away from where he was standing.

Although it is located among other buildings, but the magnificent building looks striking. With the Nikolai Group logo at the very top of the building it can be seen from any direction, and recognized by anyone.

"It's been a week, brother, but you have no news." The girl muttered while staring at the building.

Maybe now Galang is working at that place, just like his father a few years ago.

"You must be so busy that you don't even have time to send word." Amara breathed a heavy breath.

He then reached into the cell phone in his pants pocket.

"He didn't even unblock whats app. Everything is still blocked." he muttered again, disappointed.

"Is that busy you?" He looked back at the Nikolai Group building which stood majestically at the end of the block.

"Am I going there again?" Amara thinks.

"Eh, he's done a lot of work. I'll bother you again, it's not good."

"But if I get upset." The girl went back to her shop, then took her bag. Then he decided to leave.

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"Indeed every weekend you always come home to Bandung?" Fahmi accepts his daughter's arrival with Galang deciding to stop by. After a few days the man was seen driving Clarra to the front of the gate, or occasionally going with her in the morning. Even though they use their own vehicles.

"Yes Sir. If you don't go home, I like to worry. Afraid of me why-why." Galang sipped the drink that the housekeeper brought him.

"How many brothers are you?" Fahmy started to find out.

"I'm an only child sir."

"Oh, just like Clarra."

"Yes, hehe .." The man laughed softly. I think it's getting awkward.

"Your parents are both still around?"

"Still Sir."

"That's great."

"Yes." Yeah."

"What are their jobs?"

"My mother was just a housewife. Retired factory dad."

"good. But they're still healthy?"

"Healthy Sir."

"Thankful. The parents are still complete and they are healthy."

"But my father was wayward. Love to do work that parents shouldn't."

"For example?"

"Get up to the tile, fix the house, or whatever. Maybe I feel young." They laugh.

"Parents sometimes do that to fill the time. Especially those who don't have activities like ours."

"Yes, maybe my dad did too."

"Indeed."

Every now and then Galang glanced towards the door, and Fahmi understood with his attitude.

"Clarra's probably in the shower. He'll be down in a minute."

"Yes Sir. I mean, I want to say goodbye. It's too late." Arise from his chair.

"Is that? Want to go straight to Bandung?"

"Maybe go to the apartment first, then the night will go."

"All right."

And along with that Clarra also appeared from inside the house. It is fresh and looks different. Just wearing a T-shirt and trousers and her hair was allowed to unravel.

"You going home now?" He knew right away.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Go back to Bandung?"

The man nodded his head.

"I thought you were coming home tomorrow?"

"Umm .. let's stay there longer. I have a tournament tomorrow anyway."

"What tournament?"

"Motor cross."

"You're a crosser too?" Fahmi interrupted the conversation.

"It's just a hobby sir."

"Oh, …."

"Then I say yes?" galang said to Clarra, who was immediately answered with a nod by the woman.

"I'm saying yes sir." Then he said goodbye to Fahmi, and nodded towards Vita who appeared later.

The man turned on the motorbike he had been riding, then immediately left the place delivered with a wave and a smile from Clarra.

While across the street, in a white car they were unaware of her presence, Amara stared at the scene with a rumbling chest.

"Is this the cause?" He put his head on the back of the chair.

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