My Only One's

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Galang peeked through the gap of the door he opened slightly. Checking in case Clarra had woken up, the woman appeared to be sleeping under the blanket that covered her entire body.

He then closed the door of his room tightly and let it remain in such a state. At least Clarra was calmer than before.

"Clarra is fine sir. He just needs to calm his mind. Later if it is really calm I will deliver." He sent a message to Fahmi.

"good. Please take care of him." Reply from across.

"Yes Sir. Don't worry. It's just that, later if Clarra comes home, I hope that no one will discuss her mother's problems first. Clarra's afraid it's even emotional again." Return to send a message.

"Yes, fine."

Then the man drank his coffee which was almost cold after a while waiting for Clarra who was still asleep even though time was almost noon.

The error then re-opened the messaging application, and the name of the contact Amara was in search. 

He thought for a moment. And the tip of his finger almost touched the unblocking writing even though he was still weighing whether this was the right step to do? Then what will it be?

And yes, the tip of his finger actually touched the screen and pressed the writing down. And the block on Amara's cell phone number has been ongoing for weeks.

"Clarra came to my apartment last night. She's crying." Then the man sent a message.

Long time waiting, but no reply. The message had not even been read by Amara and had just ticked two.

Maybe he's busy. 

The man stared at his phone screen for a while. Until then the daydream was up when he heard the sound of the door opening.

Galang turned his head, and Clarra who was in a state of freshness with her slow steps out of the room and approached her.

"Is it better?" he asked when the distance of the woman was near.

And Clarra nodded her head.

"Sit down, we have breakfast" he said.

"But it's noon." Clarra with a raucous voice.

"Let's say breakfast and lunch at once." replied Galang, making the woman slightly chuckle.

"Come, after this I have to take you home, so that your parents don't worry. From last night they kept calling." The man said.

Clarra then sat down in her chair, then gulped down the water Galang had thrust at her.

"Sorry" he said. 

Galang.

"Because it's been a bother to you."

The man looked at his face for a moment.

"Pull you into my troubles, so you've been involved to this extent."

Galang shook his head slowly.

"Tell me, if you want to say it. If you're sure that I'm the right person for you to talk to."

"Thank you." Clarra reached out her hand, then squeezed out the man's fingers.

"Now eating, crying until dawn must drain your energy."

The two corners of Clarra's lips were drawn slowly forming a faint smile. Then they both ate in silence.

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Amara put her phone back on the table after reading a message from the incoming Galang moments earlier. And it was a surprise to find out that the man had unblocked his number and social media.

But the message he read had made Amara disappointed, because it was not in accordance with what he expected last night. After they spoke at length and discussed everything.

Amara quickly realizes that maybe the thing she expected would not happen. And it's been proven. Clarra's arrival to her apartment convinced her that the man would not really be able to decide how their relationship went.

It's okay Ra, it's okay. You're gonna be fine. Didn't you decide to let go? So let go of everything. To make your life happy, and to be able to accept everything that happens after this.

Inner monologues.

"Hello!" The familiar figure was already in front of the pantry and greeted him as usual.

"Sister surprised me!" The girl put the posel in her affron pocket.

"Is it still early in the morning? No work, huh?" he said he prepared everything needed for the day.

"none. It's a Sunday. I promised you anyway, right?" the man replied, making Amara smile.

"Tumben himself? Where's Darren going?"

"He went home after the morning run."

"Why did you come here?"

"Why? Can't I if I'm here?"

"No, hahaha …." The girl laughed.

"I'm hungry. Would you like some breakfast?" Daryl pleaded with.

"It's noon."

"Then make food for breakfast at once for lunch."

"What kind of food is there?"

"Isn't that your job as a chef? Make any food your customers order?"

"Hmm .. no one's ever ordered anything like that."

"Then make it for me first. So that if someone messages later, you know what to do."

"As a customer Brother likes to be maksa." Amara.

"If I don't mean it, I won't get what I want." Daryl answered.

"Hm …."

"Come on chef Ara! Make food for me!" said the man who then looked for a seat.

"One of your employees doesn't seem to be coming in?" Daryl enjoys his food accompanied by Amara who is creating content for his social media.

There were only a few visitors who came, and he was quite relaxed at that time.

"Hu 'um. Nania didn't come in."

"Lho, why didn't he come in? Should it be Sunday like this she entered dong?" The man stopped for a moment.

"It's okay."

"Not anything? It should be on a weekend like this he doesn't take a day off. The shop is crowded."

"His father is still sick. He asked permission not to enter. Yes I love you, pity."

Daryl.

"Obviously, don't be so. If there's no problem, he's not sure." Amara laughs.

"Udah, eat again, eat up. Even diem. Not good, huh?"

"Who said? It's delicious. It's even the best meal I've ever eaten in a while." Daryl went back to eating.

Amara opened her mouth.

"Seriously."

"Yes, if you say I believe." 

"Indeed the reality is so." said Daryl, and he showed me his empty plate.

"Hm …. You're hungry, aren't you?"

"Do you know you just asked?"

Then the girl laughed again.

"It's so nice of you, huh? Laughing continues."

"Yes, it's endless if there's a big brother I think there's entertainment. So forget that you are sad." replied Amara.

"Are you sad? Sad why?" But it made the man ask.

"Huh? Umm .. Nothing. I mean, if for example I'm sad again, keep seeing Brother. Uh, I forgot to be just as sad." Amara with her cheerful face.

Daryl squinted his eyes.

"What the hell?"

"Something you're hiding?" The man investigated.

"What? Brother nawning." Amara laughed again, and this time even louder.

But the man in front of her looked at her.

"I know you." he said, then. "We grew up as kids and you've never been like this before. Even though we haven't been together for a few years."

"Mh …."

"Just tell me what happened?"

Amara fell silent.

"Someones hurt you?" Daryl with a serious expression.

"Now you're more nervous." The girl answered.

"There is nothing called ngaco if you feel that the person closest to you is experiencing something. It's called instinct."

"And my brother's instincts are wrong."

Daryl shook his head.

"Time can change people from what we knew before."

"Really?"

Amara nodded.

"Or can I call it ... trying to change because of something?" The man is still finding out. 

"Is that wrong?"

"No. Good things when you change for the better. But, do it for your self."

"Indeed."

"Are you sure?"

"Hu'um."

"Well, it's good."

"I know."

Then the crowd that afternoon began when a group of visitors came who immediately filled the tavern.

"God! I'm not even done preparing!" Amara got up from her seat.

"It's because my brother keeps talking to me."

"What?"

"No need to know, anyway Brother must help me until nightfall. If you can call again Darren. Get him here!" The girl immediately ran into her cooking room, and soon they were preoccupied by the suddenly booming order.

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