My Only One's

Feelings

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"I'm glad to see Ara now." Rania gets into bed so sure her two children are asleep in their room.

"Yes?" Dimitri took off his reading glasses, and put the laptop where it came from. 

"He didn't know like he used to."

"Times?" The man chuckled.

"Hu 'um. I think studying in Paris is good for him, huh?"

"Maybe."

"Yes, thank goodness. I was worried, did I know Galang was the same as Clarra. How do you think it will be? But it's okay."

"Why indeed?"

"Well, will Ara be heartbroken?"

"Why should I be heartbroken? They'll break up before Ara leaves."

"The thing is, I heard they almost turned over?"

"Who said it?"

"There is."

"Surely from Sister Dygta."

"Hm …."

"Basic mothers!"

"I keep seeing that the Dudul doesn't move on. I think he's waiting for Ara too, he knows he's Clarra."

"It's wrong, isn't it?"

"Not really. Good, she's dating an office guy. He knew how his day was. Often together, there will be no misunderstanding."

"Hm …."

"But it's funny that they actually do?" Rania laughs.

"Where's the cut?"

"Yes Galang is my age, and Clarra is your age."

"Continue?"

"So Clarra was snacking on the Dudul? Not otherwise? Haha."

"It's okay, once in a while older women. Good for Galang. Who knows Clarra's contagious."

"Oh, is there a null attitude?"

"Yes there is. Our attitude will adjust to who we hang out with."

"The gutters are so fierce and stiff?"

"Maybe."

"Not sure. There was most Clarra who suddenly became friendly."

"Yes, good for Clarra too. So more relaxed."

"Hm …."

"You ... Are you no longer angry with Ara?" Dimitri braved himself.

"I? Angry with Ara? Why?"

"On the last incident."

Rania tries to remember.

"Ah, stop. Don't talk about it, we'll fight. Runyam is it." Dimitri is getting ready for bed.

"That was a long time ago. Why should I be angry?"

Dimitri laughing.

"Kayak don't know me? I'm sure if you're angry, it won't be extended. How many years has that been? Are the kids that big?"

"Yes, it's Zai, don't go on."

"Yes, you started."

"Yes, sorry sorry, let's just go to bed. If we continue to fear we are fighting. It doesn't feel good if it happens."

"Maybe don't start talking about anything unimportant."

"Yes Zai. Come, sleep? Won't you go to Bandung tomorrow?"

"Hu 'um. Papa nelfon hold, wanti-wanti. He said it was race holiday."

"Eat him, let's go to bed?"

"Related?"

"What?"

"You're sleeping."

"Yes, why? I'm tired all day."

"Okay if that's it."

Dimitri almost closed his eyes.

"I was ready." Rania pulled the blanket. But the woman's words brought her back to her senses.

"Prepare for what?"

"No, it doesn't. You want to sleep too?" The woman smiled widely.

"Mh …."

"Come, Papi. We're bobo." Rania closed her eyes.

"Oh, can't." Dimitri then took off his clothes.

"What?"

"Because you offered, I changed my mind."

"Huh? Offering what?" 

"What did you say just now?"

"I'm just asking, not offering!"

"For me it means the same thing as Zai." The man looked down to get what he wanted.

"No, you said he was tired, he wanted to sleep." Rania held the body of her husband that was docked to her.

"Now not anymore!" And something happened again that night, just like the nights before.

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"Hanaaaahhh …." Nania dropped her ass on the chair. After completing his work with three colleagues who both worked hard all day.

The shop was cleared and a lid was placed on the door. Some chairs have even been raised to the table to make it look neater.

"When we open on weekends what do you think?" Amara decided to rest her tired body there.

"It's okay. Is the weekend still crowded?" Raka answered.

"still. Some offices are open half day on Saturdays. Continuing Sunday sometimes there is a deliberate walk around here."

"Open up brother. Let's try tomorrow. If the response is good we continue next." Sahut Ardi's.

"How are you?" Amara turned to Nania and Nindi.

"I'm going along."

"Okay, we agreed?"

"Hmm ..." The four of them nodded at the same time."

"Do I need another pamphlet, let me make the weekend?" tawar Ardi's.

"I'll take it now, let me leave early tomorrow morning."

"As far as you. Yes already, if you want to go home please, mumpung not too late" said Amara who rose from his chair.

"Self want to go home or do nginep again here?"

"I think I'm here."

"Aren't you scared, brother?"

"Fear what?"

"If the nights of this area are not empty?"

"There's a security guard across. In that building too. It's safe." replied Amara while pointing at some of the buildings around the tavern.

"Well, would we say yes?"

"Hmm... Make sure all the windows are locked, right?"

"Udah brother."

"Okay, good-bye" he said, taking the departure of four employees until they disappeared among the towering buildings. Then she locked the front door of the store twice, making sure everything was safe for her.

Amara then turned her head towards the large window where she could see the Nikolai Group building whose top of the tower shimmered as its LED lights lit up.

The top floor looked dark unlike the previous nights. Maybe no one is taking overtime as usual.

Then he remembered Anya's words this afternoon, about Galang who had an injury in his leg.

Why should I care about you too? There are people who will care more now. And it wasn't me.

Then he turned off all the lights of the lower room, as he sauntered to the upper floor where the room for him to rest was restored. The bed is even available. Intentionally, he made it a kind of residence. Who knows he needs it.

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Clarra couldn't stop her legs from moving. He sat in the waiting room with his arms crossed, waiting his turn for a routine checkup of his recent stomach illness. On Saturday, it became his choice to arrange a consultation schedule with doctors who have been running for the past few years.

Galang reached out his hand to touch the woman's knee so that her movement stopped. They switched to the general section after checking his condition at the bone specialist.

"Why you?" The man asked.

"Hum?" Clarra.

"Your feet are moving from earlier?"

"Umm .. oh yes?" Clarra stared at Galang's hand resting on her knee.

"Yes. Relax, don't be nervous like that. Just a routine check, right?"

"Mm …." Clarra nodded her head.

A nurse came out of Syahril's doctor's office and called him.

"Can you?" Galang said as the woman got up and almost stepped into the examination room.

Clarra stopped her steps, then twisted the body.

"Would you accompany me inside?" said it.

"Can." And bagkit from his chair. Then they both went in there.

"Good day?" The man in a white suit and wearing glasses was sitting in his chair. Be prepared for a consultation session with his regular patient that day.

But he was stunned for a while when he found Clarra who entered with a man he had known.

"Please" he said.

Then Galang pulled out a chair for Clarra and let her sit down first.

"How are you today?" Doctor Syahril put on the friendliest face he could. Even though his heart is not okay at the moment.

"Good Doctor." Clarra answered. He tried to be as calm as possible, even though his feelings were almost unable to control him every time they faced him like this. 

After all this time, the feeling still exists. But the existence of Galang beside him makes him able to hold back.

The woman even grabbed Galang's hand, and held it firmly, as if she would fall if she did not do so.

"All right, can we start this checkup?" Doctor Syahril got up from the chair after the nurse prepared everything she needed.

"You eat regularly?" The man with the hair began to do the examination.

He checked Clarra's heart rate, pulse and blood pressure.

"Yes." Yeah." The woman answered.

"How's your job?"

"Currently."

"Still overtime?"

"Sometimes."

"Relatedly feeling nauseous? Or symptoms as usual?"

Clarra shook her head.

"Not really."

Doctor Shahril occasionally looked at his face, and their gazes met.

"What about the cure? You drink regularly, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Have you been under stress lately?"

"Not really." Clarra still answered even though she was already caught off guard. This man as usual made his examination sessions become longer than usual.

"Good enough, it seems you're doing pretty well right now." The 35-year-old stopped the examination.

"You can see your situation is pretty stable. But still you should not forget to eat regularly also take the medicine huh?" They returned to their seats.

Doctor Syahril wrote down a prescription that Clarra later had to take at the pharmacy as usual.

"Okay, thank you Doctor." Clarra was intending to leave immediately once the man in front of her handed the recipe paper to her.

"Yes, you're welcome." Doctor Shahril replied, and without waiting for a long time the two men got up from their seats.

The two of them were about to come out when a girl suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Aunt Clarra!"

Syahnaz, the seven-year-old daughter of Doctor Syahril, immediately hugged her waist.

"Ha-hi Shahnaz?" The woman was surprised, of course.

"Kan, see you again. Good thing I'm with Papa." The little girl looked up.

"Umm .. You don't go to school?"

"No, it's Saturday." Syahnaz.

"Yes, aunt forgot."

"Tante has his medication? Where are you going? Would you like to come with me to the zoo, right? I just went with papa doang. If Aunt comes along must be exciting. We haven't been around for a long time …."

"Silvia?" Doctor Syahril interrupted.

"Mr …"

Clarra was stunned staring into the child's clear eyes. And his feelings were still the same when they were still together. 

"Sorry Syahnaz, Auntie can't." Clarra pulled the child's small hand so that it slipped off her waist.

"But Aunt?"

"Sorry baby, auntie has to go home."

The girl took two steps back with a disappointed look. Then Clarra immediately came out without looking back again.

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