My Only One's

Amara's Love

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"Are you sure you want a morning walk?" Clarra put up her sports shoes, then sat down on the chair to put them on.

"Yes." replied Galang.

Early in the morning the man had come to the residence of Doctor Fahmi and quite surprised the residents of the mansion.

"You said his leg still hurts?"

"Little bit. But being kept quiet is not good either."

Clarra looked at him for a moment.

"Well, if you don't want to come, I'll go alone." Galang.

"Eh, .. I didn't say anything." Clarra. "Wait around! You lick-smith!"

"Ma, Pah, we're leaving."  Clarra said goodbye to her parents, after which they left.

"They're serious, aren't they?" Vita and Fahmi stand on the terrace staring at the departure of his daughter with Galang.

"They're not teenagers." Fahmi said.

"I just can't imagine how it will be."

"What do you imagine?"

Vita was silent for a moment.

"Eitherway. What he did was right, or just following emotions."

"You doubt your son?"

Vita looked at her husband.

"I'm just questioning his feelings. We both know that Clarra loved Syahril for a long time. Even before she knew Nisa and married her. They had a relationship a few years after Nisa died. Especially during that time he was very close to Shahnaz."

"Where's the problem?"

"I'm afraid this is just a diversion. We also both know how things have been."

Fahmi is silent now.

"But I see Clarra better now. He was no longer as shy as usual. It seems Galang's presence is quite good for him."

"Hmm .. indeed."

"What are you worried about? For me, whatever he goes through, as long as it makes him happy, then let it be. He's been through tough days. And I'm more saddened by that than I am by what he's doing now. Regardless of what he is doing. As long as he doesn't endanger himself, let it be."

Vita exhaled slowly.

"That's it, don't think about anything bad. Just pray your son's okay." Fahmi patted his wife's shoulder slowly.

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Amara's Love was getting crowded by that afternoon. It is not unexpected that visitors have started to visit the store since the first minute it opened, and everyone immediately occupied the available seats.

All employees are no exception to the owner of the store that doubles as a chef was already preoccupied by the many orders.

Luckily, they had already prepared everything since last night, so it wasn't too much trouble in the morning.

"Almost all breakfast packages." Raka handed over some papers inscribed with the visitor's order. 

"Nania, is the stock still there?" Amara who is skilled in processing food ingredients that have been rooted and arranged in such a way. 

"So until noon, brother."

"Good." And the cooking area continues to be preoccupied by the activity of processing food orders from customers.

Three employees in front of the back and forth drive the order to the visitor's desk. Nania even had to get out of her post to help her colleagues after she finished styling Amara's processed foods.

"Chicken and ice boba for table eight." Ardi came back with the order paper in hand.

Amara paused her work and then turned her head.

"Ayam geprek same as es boba?" he's parroting.

"Yes, for table eight."

"Who ordered.?" The girl remembered someone.

"I don't know." Ardi flicked his shoulders.

"Male or female?" He then asked.

"Male."

"alone?"

"Two."

The girl gulped her saliva with great difficulty. He began to guess, could Galang come to visit? If so how?

Although there was no harm in the man coming too, but still made him feel anxious, for some reason.

"Nania, you make the ice bob, and I make the chicken fat" he said later.

"Yes Brother." Then they process the food in the queue of the order.

I wasn't trying to get close, just trying to do what I wanted to do. And it has nothing to do with you.

His mind continued to monologue as long as he finished his work.

"Sister's Roar!" Nania reminded.

"Hum?"

The officer immediately lifted one piece of cooked fried chicken from hot oil, then turned off the stove.

"Almost charred!" he said, staring at the yellowed food.

"Sambles exist?" Nania placed the object on the cutting board, then rubbed it with a stick as she saw Amara doing.

"Um, .. Just now. I made a lot of it. It's not too spicy either, later he's upset stomach if it's too spicy. It is …." Amara hung up her words, while her two employees listened to what she said in silence.

"Is the bob?" Amara distracts.

"Udah, ready to deliver." Nania pointed at the large glass containing a sweet drink with chewy buckwheat granules inside.

"Oh, .. yes." Suddenly he was misbehaving.

"Okay, next." Nania handed a plate of hot white rice with chicken side dishes sprinkled with sambal to Ardi who she then immediately delivered to visitors.

"Family package for two tables." Raka arrived a while later.

Nania received the order paper, then handed it to Amara. But not immediately the girl accepted because she looked dreamy.

"Sister!" The call of the officer broke his daydream.

"Huh-yes?" Amara stutters.

"Two family packages" Nania said, showing the paper in her hand.

"Oh, fine." And Amara soon did her part.

But his mind was still fixed on the man who ordered the food earlier. Making his focus suddenly scatter away instantly. He did not know what to do, and tried hard to remember what to prepare.

"Jeez, what's going on?" Amara rubbed her sweaty forehead. Suddenly he was nervous.

Then he stopped for a moment. Breathe in and exhale slowly to restore his focus that had collapsed.

It's okay Ara, it's just Galang. He just came to eat, then left. He won't care about you. 

The world is different and you are no longer in it. And that's what you should do too. Get him out of your mind to keep things calm.

He speaks to himself.

Then Amara repeated her breathing and exhaled her several times. Just to make his heart and mind calm again. Then he turned to the pantry for a peek. Seeing the situation ahead there that is quite crowded.

He looked for the location of table number eight where the orderer of the food he made was located.

There was indeed a man sitting, but his appearance was not familiar Amara. Especially judging from his style, the man whose age seemed to be much older than Galang.

"Nenice?"

"Yes Brother?"

"That number eight spell where the hell did I forget?" Amara frowned.

"No, in front of us. There are other fathers eating the sultry chicken that Brother made just now."

Amara stunned.

"Father's es?" He looked back that way.

"I think it's for his son?" Nania pointed at the little boy near the man.

"Oh." Amata gawking.

"Why indeed?"

"Mh …."

"No, I don't usually ask about the table." the employee laughed.

"Ng .. nope. Just ask. Haha." Amara finally laughed.

He patted his own head, not believing he could act silly by thinking of such a thing.

"Brother's job yet? Mine's almost done." asked Nania later.

"Yes, this is again in the works." Amara is back at her job.

"Oh yeah, we're done now so don't have to complain again."

"okay."

Amara laughed slowly before she finished her work.

It can't be Ara! Who are you? Feel that important so a man can do that for you? Don't puck! He murmured in his heart.

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