My Only One's

Amara's Love #2

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"Isn't it Sunday? Why did I have to go here?" Galang complained as they walked along the center of the office. What he knows is part of the strategic area where the Nikolai Group building is located.

"I heard there's a new store around here. They're holding a promo for the next ten days." Clarra looked around.

"What shop?"

"What yes, his name I forgot. The day after I got home from the office I got the flyer."

He rolled his eyeballs.

"Don't do it, you're ugly!" Clarra pushed the man's shoulder until he staggered slightly.

"Ish, your dress is so rude!" galang protested, but made the woman beside him laugh.

"Happy, did that to me?" Stopped his steps.

"It's a pleasure, because you won't fight if I torture."

The man throttled.

"I told you your face would be ugly then!" Clarra laughed again.

"Well, maybe that's the shop?" Clarra pointed to a two-story building located at a crossroads.

Then he pulled Galang's hand towards the place.

"This is the place. Am-mara-s Love?" Clarra frowned, while Galang was stunned staring at the place.

"Hey, this is also just a few blocks from Nikolai Group!" The woman looked straight to the side where she saw the area of the building where she worked.

"Ah, that's great. Let's go in?" Clarra pulled Galang back inside.

A comfortable atmosphere is certainly the most dominant thing they feel when entering. Romantic aura also dominates. It is supported by ornaments and special decorations that make it more pampering visitors who are quite crowded at noon that day.

"Come in here feeling like dating." Clarra laughed at it.

"Yes, eating while dating can be." Arrowed while laughing.

"Good day, welcome to Amara's Love." The waiter was so friendly to them.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Table for two brothers? Please come over here." The young girl by the name of Nindi in her left uniform led them to an empty spot on the left. 

The two of them immediately sat down and received a menu book from the paralayan.

"What's good here?" Clarra's looking for it.

"Everything is recommended Brother, it has been adjusted."

"Is that so? Hmm ... What do you want to eat?" Clarra asked Galang who was still scanning the place.

"Lang?"

"Yes?"

"What do you want to eat?" Clarra repeated the question.

"Anything is."

Clarra looked at him for a moment.

"What?"

"I don't know your favorite food" said the woman.

"I like anything."

"really? There is no food you like best?"

"none. I can eat anything, all good food in my opinion."

"All right then. We order ... chicken steaks and smoothies?"

"Can. Sounds good."

"Well, that's just two huh?"

"Okay, there's an addition?"

"Seems like already. You how?" Clarra asked Galang.

"Enough."

"That's it Mommy." 

"Well, wait a minute?" the waiter went back inside to hand over the order paper.

"What are you looking for, from earlier?" Clarra caught the Galang gelagat which was enough to make her wonder.

"I'm looking around this place." Error answering.

"Why? Good is the place? The concept is unique."

"Hm …."

"From the atmosphere it feels like we're where we are."

"Paris." Galang muttering.

"What?"

"us …. The Paris painting." The man pointed at a large painting on the wall.

A brightly colored picture set against the backdrop of Paris complete with its Eiffel Tower.

"Yes, great." Clarra looked behind him.

"How long has this place been open?"

"Well, about a week maybe?"

"Why don't I know? Pretty close to our office?"

"You're not going to work. Your leg hurts, remember?"

Galang.

"Oh yes." The man chuckled.

"Please Brother." the waiter arrived and immediately put down two portions of their order.

"Oh yes, thank you." Clarra shifted one of the dishes to near Galang.

"It's so pretty, my God!" Clarra stared at the food on the plate in such a way that it looked beautiful.

He immediately pulled out his phone, then took a picture of the food.

"Let's eat!" he said later, after he was satisfied photographing the object.

Galang. Suddenly he remembered Amara as he stared at the food. When they were in college at the same campus, and the girl who often brought him a lunch that was decorated in such a way as to make him look beautiful.

"Lang!"

"Hum?" He's looking up.

"Try it, the steak is delicious. This is more than I've ever eaten" Clarra said.

"Times?"

"Yes. Try."

Galang then cut the end of the cooked chicken and sprinkled a special sauce on top of it. And then put it in his mouth. Then he chewed it slowly.

"Hows it? Yummy, right?" Clarra leaned her body slightly.

It feels like ….

The shadow is present in the memory.

When at one time Amara made him the same food at the residence Hari in Bandung. And he will never forget.

It was a beautiful and pleasant time between them, which brought the two closer together.

"Do you know who owns this shop?" Then galang asked.

"Don't know. But the name is unique, right? It's unique in its own way."

The man circled his gaze around the room, looking for a figure he might be familiar with.

"Look, not just westerns. There is also a local menu. It's complete here." Clarra showed me the picture in the menu book.

"Chicken's a pug." Galang read the writing plastered in front of him along with the picture of food.

"Yes, right. Why didn't I see this?  Maybe I ordered. It looks good."

"Do you want a message?"

"Hum? What's?"

"Order the chicken."

"No. This is enough. Maybe next time you come back?"

"Hmm .. true."

"Yes, let's spend it?" Clarra returns to her food, while Galang still scans the circumstances to find out.

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"Thank you, don't forget to come back later." The waiter receives payment before they leave.

"Does this store receive delivery messages?" Clarra asked.

"Receive sis. Online, or for order rice box, bento and such."

"For a party too?"

"What party, brother?"

"Birdays for example?"

"Oh, take brother."

"Well, could you ask for a phone number?"

"Can brother. I gave you the phone number, didn't I?"

"Oh can."

"Good." Nindi handed her a card which Clarra received and she put it in her jacket pocket.

"Then thank you."

"Yes, thank you again."

And they almost walked out when the next guest came in.

"Om Galang!" Anya ran in front of him.

"Hey?"

"Well, have you been walking? Is it healed?" Rania came later.

"Last morning."

"Morning till noon?"

"Mm …."

"Cieeeee while dating?" The woman laughed.

"Hm …." Galang muttered, while Clarra looked wrong.

"You guys been here a long time?" Dimitri.

"Lumayan, this is coming home."

"Lho's? Did you eat, huh?"

"Here, just now." Galang nodded his head.

"Oh .. yes."

"Where are you from? Wandering intentionally?" I asked back.

"From Bandung, but stop by first because Anya wants to come here only."

"Duh, far away?"

"Yes, if he doesn't whine, maybe we're home." Dimitri.

"Come on Mommy's cheep! I want ice cream!" Anya tugged at her mother's arm.

"In the meantime, where's the table too on full!"

"No, there's nothing empty there." Anya pointed to the corner of the room.

"Oh yes …."

"Welcome ..." the waiter approached them.

"Maunes cream, said Brother Ara Sunday to give me ice cream!" He pulled his mother to the place.

"Anya!"

"Sister Ara!! L came. I want to eat ice cream!" the little girl screamed.

"Don't yell Anya! Shame on!"

"Where is her brother? He said he'd give me ice cream?"

"Yes, briefly. We have to order first." The mother and son argue.

"Sir Ara!!" Anya shouted again.

"Sir Ara is busy cooking the deck." Nindi answered while laughing.

"Tuh, listen? Patience dong!" Rania.

"Ck! Ice cream drama on Sunday!" Dimitri approached his wife and daughter.

While Galang and Clarra were silent to the debate.

"Let's go home?" then Galang grabbed Clarra's wrist and pulled her out of the shop.

"Hey Dim, Ran. We're home, right?" Clarra waved to her cousin.

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