My Only One's

Galang Heart

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~ Flasback On ~

Clarra was stunned when a luxury car broke into her yard in the afternoon.

The four-wheeled vehicle then stopped right in front of the terrace, then a middle-aged woman with an elegant appearance descended.

"I want to see Clarra." The woman he knew as his birth mother said.

"Clarra?" Vita turned to her daughter who was standing in the doorway.

"Yes, let us see him" said Larra.

"We?" Fahmi.

Then a middle-aged man got out of the car. Vita and Fahmi look at each other.

"There's someone who wants to meet him." Larra.

"But …."

"Cla, Mama's coming, baby. See who Mama brought?" The woman spoke to Clarra in such a carefree tone. It was as if he was talking to a child.

But Clarra was flirting.

"Come in first." Vita let in.

They both walked into the house while Clarra left.

"Cla?" Call Vita to her daughter.

"Why has he always been?" Larra muttering.

"Sit down first, I'll call Clara" said Vita who immediately went to her daughter's room.

"Cla?" He knocked on the door of the room that was tightly closed.

But there is no truth from inside.

"Clarra?" Vita knocked again, and the occupants still did not give an answer.

"Clarra, open the door!"

"Stop Ma! I don't want to meet him." Finally the woman answered.

"Your mother wants to see Nak."

"But I don't want to. I've told you many times that I don't want to see her."

"Come on."

"No way!"

"Cla?"

"Have it, don't be forced." Fahmi.

"But I'm not good to Larra. Every time he came to visit there would always be a rejection from Clarra."

"What can I do? The situation is not possible. Do you know how she met her mother? Especially after her marriage to Syahril failed."

"But it can't be either. He's been like a child for a long time." Vita.

"Don't talk like that! He's our son, and we both know how he's been, and what caused him to be. He was a happy boy." Fahmi growled a little. Given what had happened and caused Clarra to experience her current state.

"You know what his depression is like, and how hard we face it. I can't accept my son being treated like this! Even if she's your best friend."

But then Clarra opened the door after hearing the debate between her parents.

"What ... If I see him he'll leave?" he said, speaking from the open door.

"Okay, maybe. He just wants to see you, son." Vita answered.

"But I don't want to see him again after this."

Vita almost opened her mouth to answer.

"Mom has to promise." Clarra warned.

"Mm .. okay."

Clarra was silent for a while, then she walked out of her room.

And here are the five of them. In the living room in a sad atmosphere. Especially for Clarra. Because her feelings are not okay when she comes face to face with Larra, the mother who has given birth to her to the world.

His memory of course always returned at the time where the woman first met him in the house. And the first time he also knew his identity which turned out not to be the biological child of a couple who had been known as parents.

And that was the beginning of all the depression he had been experiencing so far.

"This is your father." Larra without further ado. Making the three people in front of him look up simultaneously.

While the peer man who was beside her looked at Clarra in silence.

"Your biological father." continued the woman. "Isn't this why you don't want to accept Mama? Do you feel like a child with unclear origins? And blame Mama for everything that happened to you?"

Clarra looked at her mother's face.

"Originally your proposal is clear. There's a father, there's a mother. What's again? Don't keep blaming Mama for what happened to you. Because Mama had to leave you. In fact, what you should blame is Satria." Larra clenched her hand.

"Satria has nothing to do with this, she …." Fahmi hung his words as Larra raised her hand. 

"He who was the beginning of the evil that happened to you, and j*lang who is with him now."

"If you knew how Mama struggled alone after they got rid of Mama. You'll understand."

"It's not them who got rid of you, but you who ran away!" Vita opened her voice, did not accept the woman she was in front of him corner his cousin.

"You don't know the truth, Vita."

"I know! I know what happened that caused him to want to get rid of you. Your own behavior makes it that way! But not with Clarra."

"Satria has been financing Clarra ever since I brought her home. My cousin takes full responsibility for her life even to the point that she grows up." Vita started to argue.

"Of course, that's how it should be. It's right for Clarra to have it all, because your cousin took mine for her to give to the pel*cur."

"Stop Larra!" Fahmy warned.

"No, I won't stop until Clarra knows everything and accepts my existence." 

"This is not how!" Vita answered. "Again, what else should he know? He already knows everything. And don't you dare add any more. I won't let it."

"Vita, I …."

"Stop!" Clarra reacts.

He then got up while covering his ears with both hands.

"Yes, you are the mother who gave birth to me. And he ... my father. If you're being honest." He pointed at the man who had been silent beside Larra.  

"That causes me to be in this world. But that doesn't mean you have rights over me. Whatever happened to me because of you." Clarra took a few steps back.

"If you were silent, and did not show yourself. Maybe my life will be fine." Clarra pointed towards the people in front of her.

"You don't know what happened to me? You don't want to know!" Clarra shouted, then she ran outwards.

"Clarra!" Fahmi tries to chase after her, but her daughter's anger seems unbearable so she is unable to chase after him who ran out of the gate.

~ Flashback Off ~

He closed his eyes for a few seconds. Then he rubbed his face with frustration.

It certainly feels more complicated. How he should be able to put himself, and think again about what to do. Because everything is not easy.

While Clarra was still sobbing, trying to accept the situation, she did not want to. The hatred was ingrained and could no longer be restored.

"I just don't want him to see me anymore. Whatever he's gonna do I don't care, the important thing is he never called me. But why doesn't everyone understand?" 

"She's your mother Cla, it can't be that way."

Clarra chuckled in her tears.

"Yes, that's for sure. Why is everyone saying that? Her mother. Yeah, I know. And it doesn't need to be clarified anymore. But do you understand why I'm like this? Because she! Because she's the one you call my mother! Do I have no right to refuse? Do I have to obey him, while all this time he didn't even care about me? He came and went as if I were just an object worth leaving behind. I am human, I have a heart and a feeling that when I am sick it is difficult to heal. Doesn't he understand?" Clarra started to mess up.

"Sstt, Cla!" Tried to stop it.

"My only desire is one, he doesn't have to see me no matter what. Don't make me go back to remembering anything he's done. Because the more he tries to get closer, the more I hate."

"Tell him."

"It was, but he didn't want to know!" Clarra shouted, then she covered her face with both hands. Isakan came back out of his mouth.

The wind breathed heavily.

"Come here!" Then he pulled her into a hug, as it was not a good thing to continue debating her at this moment. His emotions were clearly more domineering and he could not be discussed. It's all about his anger and resentment towards the situation.

"I just don't want to see him, why doesn't anyone want to understand?" Clarra was crying in her arms.

"Yes, I know. We'll talk to him later. Okay?"

Clarra's speechless.

"You want me to talk to them? Or should I talk to your parents?"

The woman did not answer. But he was calmer than before.

Maybe Ara was right. We were found for one reason. And Clarra obviously needs me more than she does.

Galang again closed his eyes, dampened the feeling of tightness and pain in the chest. It's not easy, but he has to make a decision.

Maybe you're right, too, Ra, if we're not friends. There is always something that makes us unable to be together.

His mind, and he tried to strengthen the heart.

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