My Only One's

Liver Problems

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Galang opened his eyes as his ears caught a slow knocking sound on the side. He blinked a few times to gather his consciousness, and remembered everything that had happened so that he ended up in this familiar room. The living room in his family's residence. He turned to look for the origin of the voice, and what he found was the figure of Clarra. Focus on the laptop in front of him. The woman must have been receiving emails and organizing a schedule.

He then glanced, then smiled.

“Hey? You're up.” said, which stopped his work.

“Why are you here?” Galang got up while frowning, but then he groaned as the pain attacked his leg. He threw her back onto the sofa where she lay.

“Ck! Shut up first why? So happy to meet me, huh? To the extent that you forget that you are injured.” Clarra got up and went to him.

“Umm ... What time is this? Why are you here too? Not ....”

“Sssstt! Don't talk much.” Clarra fixed her blanket, then she sat down beside him.

“Drink?” Then the woman offered a glass of water to Galang, who was then immediately received by the man, who then downed it to almost half.

"What time is this?" Repeating the question.

"Five o'clock in the afternoon." Clarra answered.

"Hmm .. I seem to fall asleep." 

"Said your mother passed out while she was in the massage?"

"really?" I think hard to remember.

"Yes, I said that." Then Clarra looked back as Mayang walked into the room.

"Wake up too apparently? You think you're gonna faint till night?" The woman placed a tray of food on the table.

"Is there a fainting planned so?" Galang grumbling.

"Yes kali?"

"Where's the motor?" The man remembered his second wheeled vehicle.

"Ck! Wake up that is remembered even motor? Are your legs?" point Mayang on the leg of his injured son.NL

"Udah knows, his leg hurts. The motors?"

"It's in the garage."

"Step is broken, chain is broken. Stangs bent. Good thing you're okay." Arif appeared shortly afterwards.

"Aren't you serving before you leave? Only now have you experienced something like this?" The father asked.

"No chance well, I think last week's serve was enough."

"Daddy said you don't usually like this. Next time, no matter you have checked last week, or anytime, you still have to check again if you want to use the tournament. Danger. What if something happens on the track?"

"I'm in a hurry, well, last night didn't have time either. I'm tired." replied Galang, a little lying.

"That's, that's why. However, it must be put." Arif.

"Now eat first, it seems that from the morning you do not eat. That's why he fainted during the massage."

"Huh?"

"But just sprained. But his screams were like people being tormented. Then he fainted again." Arif laughing.

"Fast eat, you shower. You're dirty." Mayang said again to his son.

"You want to eat now, Cla? You also have not eaten anything since. Wait for him to continue?" The middle-aged woman turned to Clarra who listened to the conversation in silence 

"Eee .. Mom later, in a minute." Clarra replied with a slight awkward feeling. 

This was the first time again, after all this time he had been in a man's house and mingled with his family. And it feels pretty weird.

"Aren't you hungry? From day one you're here." Mayang.

"Yes ma'am."

"Ah, fine whatever. If you want to eat, just take it? Don't worry. Consider it your own home." Mayang then sauntered back towards the kitchen after Clarra nodded her head, followed by her husband.

"You from noon to here?" Then galang asked. After hearing the words of his mother that explained the sola the arrival of the woman.

"Yes." Yeah." Clarra nodded her head.

"Why?"

"So morning I heard you had an accident at the tournament."

"Oh yeah? Listen from who?"

"From mom."

"Huh?"

"When I called you."

"You called me? Want what?"

"I ... prank." The woman chuckled.

"White?"

Then Clarra nodded her head.

"I'm just making a schedule, keep suddenly remembering you" he continued, then he laughed.

"Say, tell me kangen?" cibir Galang with one corner of his lips raised upwards.

"No! I just remember you."

"Yes, that's kangen. With a boyfriend, remember and miss that the difference is thin."

Clarra clenched her lips tightly. He was still not used to those words. Boyfriend, lover, or something.

"Then after finding out I was in an accident you came straight here?"

The woman nodded her head.

"Sweet!" The big smile. "Jakarta-Bandung is far away?" he continued, and he laughed.

"Still away from Jakarta-Bromo." Clarra answered.

"Hu 'um. Ten hours, huh?"

The woman nodded again.

Then they fell silent to each other with feelings that could not be interpreted. Between the pleasure of meeting, and also confused how to behave.

Then the taste of haru just burst into Galang's heart. Recalling how this woman in front of him was trying to come after hearing what happened to him.

But on the other hand, sadness was also instantly present, as he recalled the events of last night. 

How the meeting with Amara ended with the opening of misunderstandings that dominated his mind for several weeks. Who also has a hand when he decides many things.

Ah, why does it have to be like that? His inner.

"Eat!" Clarra shifted the tray containing the food Mayang brought to the man in front of her.

But Galang was only silent even though he realized from his daydream.

"Or, would you like me a bribe?" The woman chuckled as she grabbed the plate containing rice and vegetables as well as the side dishes.

"What's? No, I still can. The only thing that hurts is my legs, my hands are fine." The man snatched the plate in Clarra's hand.

"Ooo, .. I think your hand hurts too? That's why keep quiet?" Clarra.

Galang did not answer, but he began to chew his food.

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"Okay, umm .. the interview is enough for today. I'll call you back later, yeah, if you guys get away?" Amara tidied up the file on her desk as soon as the job interview for the last person applying for the day was over.

"Good Brother. Hopefully I meet the criteria of employees according to Brother." replied the prospective employee who arrived almost that afternoon.

"May your prayers be answered? Wait for me to call."

"Yes Brother. Then I'm saying goodbye?" The girl who seemed to have just graduated from High School also got up and immediately got out of the building.

Amara sighed deeply, then exhaled slowly.  Looking at the departure of the young girl from her shop in silence.

His life is obviously luckier than anyone. He was born from a family and did not have to bother working. What else to realize his dreams and desires, nothing is difficult.

He could do it just by saying it to his father, and everything could be realized easily.

But not anymore. It was time for him to do it himself without relying on anyone else anymore, especially his parents. 

It may sound silly, but shouldn't all of this be done? Maybe this is the time. The father has given him convenience by being the beginning of the realization of this store. Capital assistance and all sorts of things he should make good use of. And the rest, let him do it himself.

Good, isn't Ra? You will be busy running your first business, and there may not be time to think about anything else.

Then he glanced at the clear open window beside his left. 

Even from inside his shop, the magnificent building belonging to Nikolai Group is still visible. And it signifies that everything in his life will never be separated from them and the people in it. Maybe even Galang.

Amara snorted while closing her eyes. Remembering that name is starting to hurt. His heart throbbed pain, and his chest ached.

Not everything you can get Ara. No matter how capable you are, life will never yield to you. You have to fight to get it, or the world will beat you.

If you have to lose, that's okay. The important thing is that you keep fighting. At least you didn't give up.

And about the heart? Just leave it like that. No need to be an obstacle. Let him be with his will, with his love, and his life. You both have the right to be happy.

He then got out, locked his shop tightly, then stepped quietly towards the parking area where his car was.

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