My Only One's

Choices

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They arrived in front of a private hospital in the city of Bandung almost overnight. But life in the city is endless. It's like the day never ends.

Clarra came down then fixed her somewhat messy appearance. Driving non-stop from Jakarta makes it a little unsteady, let alone they use motorcycles for that distance. This was his first experience.

"Are you okay?" Galang spread his hand as he caught the signal of exhaustion from the woman.

"Hu'um .. just a little sore here." Clarra patted her own waist.

"I told you, didn't you want to hear?" The man also got off his bike.

"It's responsibility." Clarra answered.

Then they entered the hospital building, and immediately headed to the hospital room where his father Galang was in hospital.

"Mom?" The man entered after knocking on the door.

Mayang, the mother who was not far from her husband. And there's someone else there too.

"When did you come?" Angga who was near the door welcomed the arrival of his neighbor's son.

"New to Om." The bar stopped at the doorway. "Om what's in here?" then he asked.

"Wait for your father. Poor mom you've been alone all day."

"Oh, ...."

"Himself?" Angga pretended not to know but he grinned. Seeing a woman behind the young man, made him want to spout ridicule as usual. But he had to endure.

"Pretend not to see?" The galang breezed in, then widened the door for Clarra.

"Sir Angga, how are you?" Clarra nodded towards Angga. Of course he recognized him as the in-law of his boss, as well as the mentor of the flagship racer Nikolai Automotive.

"Okay, Ms. Clarra, please." replied the man.

"What's Mom?" He immediately approached the mother.

"Better, not like that." Mayang answered.

"Partially why the heck use up and up to all tile? Not what age?"

"Some is leaking, if it rains seep." The mother deskwab again.

"Evocate people why? Someone must want to? Even in his own work, is he old too?" Omel Galang's.

"Dad guess not on it. Just want to go down again even to the slide." Arif answered.

"Newly aware after the incident." Galang.

Mayang tilted his body and saw the woman standing behind his son. And that made Galang realize something.

"Clarra, Mom. Secretary Mr. Dimi. I told you that, right?" said, introduce.

"Umm ... How are you? I'm Clarra." The woman in question came forward and introduced herself.

"I am Galang's mother, and this is his father." Reply Mayang, who then looked at Clarra and her son in turn, then smiled.

"Sit down Cla, maybe you're tired." Galang pointed at the sofa at the end of the room where Angga was.

"You're on a motorcycle from Jakarta?" Mayang asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"And take Clarra?"

The son nodded.

"outrageous."

"He will." replied Galang, indifferently as usual.

"Jakarta-Bandung is far away, Clarra must be tired?" mayang.

"Fun, feet and waist pegel." Clarra replied, taking off her high heels and twitching her legs, then chuckling. Then he sat down where Galang pointed.

"I'm tired too, but you never think?" Galang.

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"If you are ordinary. From SMA ride the motor continues." Mayang got up, then poured warm water from the dispenser, then approached Clarra and gave the object.

"Drink, so you don't catch a cold" he said.

"Thank you." Clarra.

"I want to drink too, maybe I catch a cold?" seeing the mother's attitude like that made Galang react.

"Take it yourself, the dispenser is behind you."

"Oh, mom's getting weird?" The man snorted.

"Om, go home. It's okay, I'm the one who nemenin mom." Galang turned to Angga who listened to their conversation while holding a smile.

"Groof!"

"You're driving me out?" Angga pointed at his own face.

"Not Om, it's just me. If you want to go home. It's okay."

"Really?"

"Yes. Isn't Mom?" He looked at his mother.

"Yes Mr. Angga, it's okay. There is already a Galang. It's just tonight anyway, tomorrow morning or noon also home." Mayang.

"Yes, that's it." The man got up while closing his jacket.

"But if there's any news? If you want to go home, you can also call me."

"Yes Mr. Angga, thank you. Sama Bu Rani also thanks for sending food." Mayang answered.

"Yes." Yeah." The man is ready to leave.

"Om bring a motor?"

"Is he, let alone?"

"Don't speed Om, catch a cold." He laughed at his own thought.

"What did you say?"

The young man was seen holding back a laugh, but Angga brandished his fist while squinting.

"Kidding Om." Finally, Galang could no longer hold back. He laughed out loud until his eyes closed to form a crescent moon.

"Your satisfaction, huh? Watch later!"

"Sana-sana hurry home! Aki-aki should not be outside the house for long, it will catch a cold" said the young man.

Angga did not answer anymore, and he immediately left the place.

"Don't that Lang." Mayang warned.

"What the hell is Mom?"

"That's why Om Angga's an old man."

"Well, who calls him abege? Would I call him Aki-aki?" Laugh again.

"Yes, don't do that either."

"Ah, I don't know how she is if I'm bullied. Especially if you have met Oneng. Sick Mom, sick!"

"Ah, cefemale. You feel pain."

"Mom doesn't know what it's like."

"Where do you know, you never say?"

Galang.

"Why is this such a thing?" He scratched his non-itchy head.

"You feel it only once."

"Don't you, I'm out for the wind." Galang took off his coat, then handed it to Clarra who was silent listening to the conversation of the mother and child.

"Hum?" The woman looked up.

"Who knew you were cold just wearing that skirt?" The stare looked at him from above down.

"Mh ...."

"I'm out first, you want to drop something?" said later.

"No need to."

"Not hungry? We're eating this on our lunch break?"

Clarra shook her head.

"Yes already." Then he walked out.

"She's still a little kid sometimes." Mayang spoke, seeing the woman who was older than her son was still staring at the closed door.

Clarra.

"Maybe it's an only child."

"I'm also an only child." I don't know why Clarra explained herself.

"Oh yeah?"

He nodded his head.

"Have you worked for Dimitri?"

"About seven years."

"Over long?"

"That's how."

"Hopefully you can guide him to be better, understand that he is still working."

Clarra's stunned.

Why does this woman say something like containing something huh? thought.

"And he's a little childish." Mayang chuckles.

"On that ...." Clarra scratched her un-itchy head.

"Hm ...." Clarra nodded her head.

"Can you rest there? Or maybe have Galang find a hotel near here."

"Oh, .. Don't be ma'am, here's enough."

"Mm .. okay."

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While in Paris ...

"Hey, Amara?" Call a young man of his age, who is a partner in every activity during the past years.

"Yes?" Amara turned her head without stopping her steps out of the classroom.

"Don't hurry, where are you going?" said the blue-eyed brown-haired man, in French of course.

"I have to go home quickly, today I want to finish editing the video so that tonight I can send it to my parents." Amara answered.

"Need help? (need help?)." The man offered.

"No need Piere, I'm okay." declined Amara, as usual.

"Are you sure? (are you sure?)." Piere asked.

"Yes. I have to do this alone." Amara answered.

"Why?"

They stopped walking, and Amara looked again.

"It's okay, I just want to do it myself."

"See?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Filen." Piere in a disappointed tone.

"But thank you for your support. These videos, and all the things. It's mean to me. (but thank you for your support. The videos, and everything. It means a lot to me)." Amara smiled, then she rushed off the campus courtyard and the young man was alone.

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He arrived at his small apartment in a Paris suburb at a time when the night had gone on. Not that slums are left behind and chaotic, but a very beautiful suburb, still around the most famous tower in the world. From his balcony he could even stare at the tall building clearly.

The place is comfortable and feels like home, especially because he arranged it in such a way that the rooms look like his room in the house Arfan. Of course, he could not completely abandon everything in his country. Including the feelings and memories that were created.

People, friends, let alone parents who have supported her to make the biggest decision of her life. That is, leaving everything he went through to pursue his goal of becoming a world-class professional chef.

Naturally, after sacrificing some of the things he had. Including his relationship with Galang which he had to end.

Not his fault, nor Galang. But there are ideals that he must pursue before everything is limited to age and status. Moreover, what he aspires is not in line with the lover.

Amara feels Galang will get in the way of her dreams, especially after she makes it into Nikolai Group. That will make him more dominant in everything. While he did not agree to that at all. Their lives will be spent forever in that company. Just like Arfan's father, who can't completely escape even though he's retired.

Amara inhaled and exhaled slowly. It was as if he was releasing a heavy burden. His life has just begun, but it feels this complicated.

Life is a choice, right? And he has to choose which one to prioritize. Amara believes that if they are in a match, then God will reunite them in his own way. Although difficult and many disputes, everything will be met in the most mysterious way.

But for now it seems not.

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Amara was stunned after hearing the happy news that Galang got that night. After he received an official letter from Nikolai Group about the success of his selection conducted by the company in the recruitment of new staff.

"But you promised?" he said with disappointment.

"I know, but I think I should try first, who knows how it works?" Error answering. With a face of sumringah.

"But my brother promised me that he was just an apprentice there. Just looking for a science of work experience." Amara reminded them of their conversation a few months earlier.

"I don't understand, why do you insist on preventing me from entering Nikolai Group? You know, for some people getting in there is a dream."

"Yes, it's a dream."

"But I have an easy chance. Gaining Mr. Satria's trust, not to mention working with great people there. Which will make my abilities more honed and better. Not to mention the well-being that is in sight. Then where's the problem?" His voice began to rise.

"The problem is we will lose a lot of time, like Papa who must always be involved even though he has retired."

"Yes, then?"

"You don't remember where your father got what you have now? Yes from Nikolai Group."

"And that's what I don't want."

"Nature, ...." Struggling with a desperate tone.

"We have everything, but we don't have time."

"That's a risk."

"But not worth it."

"Not worth you saying? Then what are you doing now? this is all you can live because you are related to Nikolai Group."

"That word I don't want to hear. It's as if we owe them. Papa I traded him for his ability."

"That's called reciprocity, then where's the problem?"

Amara fell silent. If this is the case, of course Galang will not undo his intentions. It's his dream, and the man won't be able to stop him.

"What's the problem?" He repeated his words.

"Please brother, brother can find a job where right? After having experience in Nikolai group surely Brother will easily get a job."

"Nature ...."

"I just want you to work somewhere else, that's it."

Now Galang is silent.

"I won't stop you from working anywhere, except Nikolai Group."

"I'm working on a good future. And I think Nikolai Group is the right place. I already know the system, the people, and all sorts of things I don't necessarily get anywhere else. You don't know about that?"

Amara clenched her mouth tightly.

"Don't tell me this still has something to do with Mr. Dimitri?" Finally the words came out of Galang's mouth.

"Sister!" Amara screaming.

"Really?"

"It has nothing to do with Dim. It's none of my business anymore." The girl asserted.

"But the evidence?"

"What?"

"You always make me shy away from anything that has to do with them." The young man shouted. And this is the first time he's done that. His mind was no longer able to accept the reason Amara gave for all his disagreements to enter and work at Nikolai Group.

"And Brother always tried to get in there, but already knew that I did not agree. Why?" Amara turned her statement around.

"Why did you say?"

"It must still have something to do with Rania."

"Good, Ara! Why are you still fighting about that?"

"Sister's still fighting about that!"

"No relation to Rania, or whatever you think. You're ridiculous!" He cut hair on his head. His despair had reached the end.

"And I have to believe? While Brother always thought that I was?"

He returned silent.

"You can't be selfish Ara!" Then he shook his head.

"And can you?"

The young man closed his eyes for a few seconds. He tried to calm his heart, which began to lose patience.

"I still have responsibilities."

"When working anywhere will still make you responsible."

"The problem ...."

"So Brother will still accept a job at Nikolai Group?" Amara lowered her voice.

"Yes." Yeah." He answered without any doubt.

"That means we're going to split up." Amara.

The young man frowned as he followed Amara who rose with his gaze.

"In that case, I will also choose to pursue my dreams." continued the girl.

"And it seems we will no longer be in line."

"What-what?" React error.

"Thank you for everything, for the time that you took for me. I've never been happy with my brother." Clear circles gushed from Amara's eyelids, then fell on his arms resting on his lap.

"What do you mean?"

"After this I'm sure we won't have the same thought. Our paths are different, and they will no longer fit. So I'll end up here" she said, wiping away the tears on her cheek.

"What?"

"But no matter what, I'll still love Brother." Amara got up and hugged her. And a gentle yet quivering kiss landed on Galang's tightly shut lips.

The young man froze in place, and he was still trying to understand with everything that was happening.

"I want to go to Paris" said Amara, who left soon.

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And Amara could no longer hold back her tears. Like the nights before, every one of him remembers that man, whom he left two years ago.

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no caption ah, but jan forgot to like the same gift. 😊

meet Ara first