My Only One's

Amara's Heart

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"You guys coming?" Amara decides to meet Rania with her family once her employees tell her whereabouts. 

"Es cream?" Anya immediately raised her hand.

"Eh, is that ice cream on his head?" sergeant Rania.

"That's when Brother Ara said that?" Anya answered.

"If you say there is an answer?"

"Mommy …."

"You don't have to go out, do you bother?" Rania. See the shopkeeper who welcomes their arrival especially at such rush hour.

"In place of Nania for a moment." Amara answered. "What do you like? Strobery, vanilla, chocolate, cinamon, or what? Later Bawain Brother."

"Mix is just." Anya answered.

"Hum?"

"Don't let Anya!"

"No, the time is given by Om Galang is also like in his alms of sorts. It's good for Mommy!" 

"Geez!" Rania rubbed her face with her hands.

"Eh, where was Om Galang? Did you go home?" Anya just realized that.

"What?" Amara reacts.

She coming?

"So it's like Aunt Clarra here. Huh, run away like that." The boy kept babbling like it was impossible to stop.

"Him!" So Dimitri started to make a sound.

"Umm ... What did he want? Brother make it up." Amara switched the subject. He tried to avoid anything related to Galang.

"Strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, cinamon, coffee …." 

"Most of all, darling." Dimitri.

"No, it's enough Papi!"

"It's okay, sister, it will be made specifically for Anya."

"Yesayyy!!!" The boy pranced with excitement.

"You don't mess up, huh? Anya has a long memory, later that Sunday she would often ask here to eat the same ice cream." Rania warned.

"It's okay, brother. I'll make it a special menu for Anya." Amara smiles.

"Thank you."

"If Zenya wants what?" Then he turned to the boy who was silent beside Dimitri.

The boy looked at his mother.

"The zenya is also fine if you want ice cream, is it Sunday?"

"Really?"

"Yes, order it."

"You need chocolate ice cream" replied Zenya, briefly.

"Continue?" Amara looked at him with a smile. He thought that the child was very different from his mother and twin.

"Udah."

"Seriously?"

Zenya.

"You want strawberry?"

"No."

"Vanilla?"

"No. Just chocolate." replied Zenya.

"okay." Amara chuckles. He wanted to say if the boy was very similar to Dimitri as a child, at least that's what he remembered, but he was immediately detained. 

"So, what do you want to eat? Let all of you be made." he asked Rania and Dimitri.

"I'm a cappuccino cincau. Papi want what?" 

"Just make it easy."

"Eat it?" 

"Later on."

"OK if so, made now?"

Rania nodded, then Amara immediately returned to her cooking room.

"Wouldn't you tell me about Om Galang in front of Kak Ara?" Rania turned to her daughter.

"Why?"

"Yes, don't."

"Why not?"

"The message is again showing off Om Galang together with Aunt Clarra know?"

Anya frowned.

"Do you pity her sister Ara?"

"Why pity?"

"Later Aryan's sister was sad."

"Why is Brother Ara sad?"

"Because I know Uncle Galang with Aunt Clarra."

Anya looked at her mother's face.

"I'm confused Mommy said what?"

"Here you go, just don't say anything about Om Galang in front of Kak Ara. You don't have to ask why." said Rania as her daughter opened her mouth to speak.

"Stop! You have to be a good girl."

"Umm .. I am a good gir!"

"What should a good girl do?"

"Should be shaken."

"Whose sequence?"

"Same Mommy."

"It's pinter." Rania rubbed the top of her daughter's head.

"But that's …."

"Sst! Anyway, can't!" Rania held her index finger in front of her face.

"OK anya? Are you a good girl?"

"Yes, I am a good girl."

"okay."

Then the waiter brought their order, which made the family immediately focus on what was ahead. Causing the food maker in the pantry to stare with a smile. He was happy, seeing the joy of those who devoured what he made.

Although at a glance he recalled the words of Anya about the arrival of Galang and Clarra to his shop that day, but Amara tried to immediately dismiss it.

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"Seriously you're cured?" Clarra got out of her car, along with Galang who arrived on his big motorbike.

"Have I told you?" The man took off the helmet, then straightened his hair.

"Hu'um, thank goodness."

They got off the bike, and then they walked side by side towards the building.

"Want me to help you?" bargain Galang reached out to grab the totebag in Clarra's right hand.

"No, I can …." The woman had refused, but Galang had taken the bag from her hand.

"One more?" said the man, pointing at the laptop bag in his other hand.

Clarra smiled as she shook her head.

"Cla …." 

"No, I'm used to it." He chuckles.

"Ck!" Galang.

"Let's hurry, …." The woman grabbed her ladder and pulled Galang quickly into the building.

"Why do we always have to be quick? We're already in the office."

"It is precisely because we are already in the office that we must hurry." Clarra answered.

"Why?"

Clarra silences.

They immediately entered the elevator. Followed by the astonished gazes of the people.

***

"I have a schedule out today?" Dimitri immediately started work as soon as Galang delivered the documents to his room.

"No Sir. We just work in the office." The assistant replied.

"So, you have an exit plan?"

"Rania takes lunch together at Ara's place after she picks up the kids later." His hands nimbly moved over his laptop keyboard.

"Ara's place?"

"Yes, Amara's Love" Dimitri said.

"So it's true that shop has Ara?" Moving forward closer.

"Yes. You don't know yeah?"

Galang.

"The shop opened a week ago. The promotion is fierce on social media has Ara, also in leaflets shared on the street."

"really?"

"Yes. Seriously, you just found out?"

Galang nodded his head.

"Don't tell me if yesterday we met there it was the first time you visited? And you don't know whose shop that belongs to."

Galang did not answer.

"Gosh my god." Dimitri laughing. "Where have you been all this time?"

"I was injured sir. Just came in today, remember?" Galang.

"Yes yes. Don't look on social media either?"

"I rarely open social media."

"Seriously?"

Galang nodded again.

"Ckckck! You're completely alienating yourself from him huh?"

"That's how."

"Are you serious about Clarra?" Dimitri then asked.

"Why do you ask like that?"

"Just want to know."

"Hm …."

"Are you really related?"

"true."

"Why?"

"I mean Father?"

"Nothing to mean, just curious." Dimitri.

He rolled his eyeballs.

"I did my part first Sir." Then Galang decided to leave.

It's good to make my mind mess up, right? I've been trying to forget her all night, and she keeps me remembering her again? 

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"Hey?" Amara stared at her phone screen in between her breaks in almost the afternoon.

"How are you?" Piere smiled, and his face filled the screen. 

"Well, how are you?"

"Nice as well."

"Thank God."

"So now you're officially working at Plaza Athens?" Rania sits on her rustic floor rooftop. Incidentally in the afternoon the shop is not too crowded as during the day. So he could take his break for a moment.

"Yes. It's been two weeks." Piere replied.

"good. Isn't that the most famous five-star hotel in Paris?"

"You're right. The selection for assistant chefs alone is very strict. I had to fight so hard to get into qualifying."

"Wow, like a race?" Amara laughs.

"so. How do you do it yourself? It seems like a lot of people?"

"As you can see."

"You good Amara, that's a great job!"

"I know, thank you. But it's not easy."

"i know's. But you can, right?"

"could. If I can't ask Papa." Amara laughs. 

He then walked around the rooftop area and showed views of the city to his classmate in Paris.

"Looks like your town's really busy, huh?"

"Hmm .. You'll know that you're here."

"Unfortunately I can't. I just got to work, remember?"

"Yes, I was going to introduce you to Rania."

"Sure."

"Yes. He's been here a lot."

"Really?"

"Yes, she just ate here with her husband and son."

"That's cool."

"I'm serious Piere, if you come here I'll introduce you to Rania's sister."

Piere looked smiling.

"Come later if you can."

"Okay, I'll work on it."

Amara nodded her head.

"So, what about him?"

"You mean?"

"What about that man, your lover you fought for? What made you cancel all your plans in Paris?"

Amara was stunned for a moment.

"Marrion?"

"Hum?"

"What about him?"

The girl shook her head.

"Why?"

"He's been with someone else, Piere." Amara answered.

"Really?"

Then Amara nodded.

"I thought …."

"Don't talk about it, I don't want to cry." Amara chuckled but she wiped the corner of her eye that was warming up.

This regret hurt so much.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, it shouldn't be?"

Now it was Piere who nodded his head.

"Well, my break is over, I have to go back to the hotel." The man said.

"Yeah, right."

"Au revoir, a plus tard (goodbye, see you later)."

"Yes." Yeah." Amara waved her hand, then the call ended, but she was still staring at the screen of her phone.

"Sister?" Nania emerged from the door at the end.

"Yes?"

"There's Papa."

"Papa?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Geez! When's that?" Amara immediately ran down the stairs downstairs.

While someone was watching through a large window at the top floor of the building where he worked.

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