My Only One's

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Vita hugged Clarra so tightly as she arrived at their home at noon. And there was nothing they said but crying. 

"Don't do that again, son, you're making Mama and Papa worried." 

"I told you I don't want to see them again." Clarra answered.

"Yes, Mama knows. Excuse me. Mama should have listened to you more than Larra."

"Mom knows I'm fine before I meet him. But every time he came, I always felt unsettled."

Vita nodded her head.

"Sorry." The woman half whispered.

"I want to rest, I'm tired" Clarra said as she sauntered to her room upstairs.

"Yes, fine. Rest."

"It's complicated sir." Galang and Fahmi sat in the pavilion and conversed as usual.

"Yes, sometimes I feel like I'm failing. As a doctor I am able to treat others, but as a father cannot cure his own son."

"It looks like Clarra is harboring too much of her problems alone. He was also too hard on himself. He rejected anyone who came near, and made a distance with everyone."

"Indeed. We try our best to make her feel safe. At least after Larra met her when she was third grade High School. Before that he was fine. The encounter with his mother, and the fact that he was not our biological child seemed to be the hardest blow he could not take. Though sure our affection is beyond what he knows."

Galang nodded his head.

"But her closeness to you changed her attitude a little. At least he knew where to go if he had experienced an emotional attack like yesterday."

"Yes, that's a little relief."

"First, when she knew that Larra was her mother, she often went to places we didn't know. I went home two days later and locked myself in my room. Or sometimes we find him passed out because he studied too hard and forgot to pay attention to his own circumstances."

"It was very frustrating." Fahmi rubbed his own face.

"Is your relationship serious?" The middle-aged man then shifted the subject.

Galang.

"I have to ask you about this. You guys go together a lot, and things are better after being close to you."

"On that …."

"I hope your relationship is not just a fad. You're both grown up and it's not time to play around."

Galang closed his mouth tightly.

"Don't tense up so, I'm just asking." Fahmi laughed as he patted the shoulder of the young man nearby.

"I'm just making sure that our daughter is with the right person. Who'll look after him and make sure he's okay."

"I don't know if I'm the right person for Clarra, but …."

"Nobody knows, it's just that I have to know that anyone close to Clarra won't hurt her."

"Mh …."

"He's lost a lot of things. The man he loved married his best friend, then his best friend died, then when he would return with the man was even hindered by the blessing of parents because of the presence of his mother." Fahmi shook his head.

"What else will happen after this." The man rested his back on the back of the chair.

"Larra did not even want to give up despite always getting rejection from Clarra. Various ways he did to get close without caring about the condition of his own son. Can't believe there's such a person in this world."

"Maybe we should have told Ms. Larra not to see Clarra Pak anymore. We have to let her know if her presence bothers Clarra."

"We've done it, but Larra won't understand."

"It's hard to face someone like that."

"Yes, you're right."

"Maybe we should think of another way?"

"What?"

"Not yet, we'll think about it. Or should we just talk to Mr Satria about this?"

"Why should I talk to Satria? He has nothing to do with this."

"Mom Larra himself who related Clarra's affairs with Pak Satria. So maybe we should do something about it."

"Come, .. we feel that we should not have brought Satria on this business. He shouldn't know."

"If Ms. Larra has gone too far, maybe we should tell Mr. Satria."

"We feel bad. Shouldn't involve anyone else in this."

"Open Mr Satria is Bu Vita's cousin?"

"Yes, indeed. But neither should we bring this matter to Satria. He also has a family to think about."

"But there's no harm in trying. I'll talk to Mr. Satria."

"Ah, that's weird. He's our cousin but I even feel disinclined to him."

"It shouldn't be so sir."

"Indeed." 

"Alright, then maybe I should go there now." Galang.

"To where? To Satria's house?"

"Yes. I'm sure Miss Larra will be back to see Clarra. And I don't think that's good for his mentality. Then we have to do something about it."

"You sure?"

"Yes, he seems to be insistent. I suspect there is another motive behind his arrival now. What else brings the man he calls Clarra's father. It wasn't like that before."

"Hm …." Fahmi nodded his head.

"Then I go. Mr. Satria I told you, and he asked me to meet him." Error staring at the screen of his phone when a message entered.

"Have you told him?"

"Yes, sorry. But it seems like it has to."

"All right, it's up to you."

"I'm saying goodbye. Please tell Clarra I'm gone."

"Yes, fine."

Then Galang immediately left the place.

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The man arrived at Nikolai's residence in just thirty minutes. The atmosphere in the mansion seemed crowded because all his grandchildren were indeed gathering. Rania is no exception with her two twins.

"Why did you come here?" Rania asked as soon as Galang arrived.

"I have business with Mr. Satria."

"What's wrong?"

"You kepo."

"Don't you? His arrogance!"

"Om Galang, Om Galang! You want to pick me up, right?" Anya ran as soon as she knew the man's arrival.

"No, you're going to geeran!" Error answering.

"Ih, ... Kirain will pick me up?"

"Om going to see Opa."

"Yeahhh …."

"Why should I pick you up too? Um any business to know?"

"Now Sunday, right?" the boy asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're going to Ara's place!" Anya whinek.

"Huh?"

"If Sunday, Brother Ara said there. Said I could eat ice cream all over."

"Gee! Ice cream kept on his mind." Rania grumbling.

"Certainly so?"

"Until he's got to eat ice cream here. For ice cream at Ara's shop."

"Times?"

"Seriously. Because Ara also promised that."

"What promise?"

"If you go there every Sunday, he'll prepare a special ice cream for her."

"really?"

"Hu'um." Rania nodded again.

He fell silent and thought.

"Please wait, Om wants to talk to Opa." It was the roar to Anya, which made the little girl prance with joy.

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"Larra hasn't changed." Satria put a container containing her pet fish food. Then he sat on a chair not far from the pool where he enjoyed his free time in the old days.

"And as you'd expect, if he had any other motive."

"Really?" He sat in a chair not far from him.

"Yes. In recent months he has been going back and forth between Jakarta and Batam for different reasons. And the main reason was to see his daughter."

"So, you're watching Miss Larra?"

"Actually it hasn't been a long time. He's been with his own life and has done nothing to harm my family. But his recent activities have been quite suspicious."

Galang frowned.

"Maybe her separation from her new husband was the motive she drew closer to Clarra."

"What?"

"You know, one lie will make someone come back to make another lie to cover up his actions at the beginning. And if in the beginning you have done something cursory, then that is all you can do to survive. So you no longer know what to do when the people closest to you know the lie. Instead of pleading guilty and fixing yourself, you run away and look for something else as your shelter."

Galang heard and digested every sentence that the man said.

"And that's what Larra's doing."

"He's got bad intentions for Clarra?"

"Yes. It seemed that she could not be honest with anyone including her own husband. All he does is think about himself and have fun whenever the opportunity arises. His age is no longer young. While any man would not stand it if a woman always behaves like that."

"And I think now the target is Clarra, when her husband shows up again."

"He knew Clarra had everything she needed to sustain life. So the reason was indeed strong as to why he kept coming closer even though Clarra still refused. You need to know also if I gave Clarra enough assets so she could sustain her own life once she was born. Not long after Larra and I officially divorced. It should have been her right, but since she ran away and left her own newborn child, so I decided to give that right to Clarra who was then in Vita's care. And I think this is Larra's real motive."

"But Clarra was his own son."

"It had no effect on Larra, for what was important to her was her own life." 

"Can a mother do that?"

"For Larra nothing is impossible. As long as he could do anything, everything was still possible."

Galang shook his head.

"So what should I do?" The man then asked.

While Satria stared at him for a while.

"You're serious about Clarra, aren't you? I saw you that bike to him. Even something like this you intend to take care of?"

He almost answered.

"But it's good. Being responsible for what you choose is an adult act. And I hope you won't disappoint anyone."

"If you can, deal with this problem first yourself at all costs. If you can't, just say it. We'll use another way to take care of it."

"Father willing to help?"

"Of course, they're my family. What else can I do?"

"good. I'll take care of it."

"Good." Satria.

"Then I'm leaving, sir?"

"Yes, go."

"Good." Even the retreat.

"Hey Galang?" Satria called back to him.

"Yes sir?" The man stopped his steps before reaching the door.

"Focus on whatever you choose after this. Don't make mistakes." Satria without turning away from her pet fish pond.

Galang was stunned for a while, then he nodded despite still digesting what the man said.

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"Have you talked to Opa?" Anya was already standing in front of the door as soon as Galang passed through the connecting hallway between the middle room and the back door. 

"What the hell is Anya?" The man reacted.

"She's taking me to Ara's place?" The boy with his eyes sparkling with hope. He even waited as long as Galang and the Grandfather were conversing in the backyard.

"God! Kirain Anya has forgotten." He patted his own head.

"Did you promise?"

"When? Not a promise?"

"So before I met Opa?"

"No!"

"Ahh, ..Om not cool!" Anya with disappointment.

"Om having business." Stroll out of the house.

"That's what it was to go with Om Daryl, I was impressed." muttered the boy.

"What?" The man then turned around.

"Eh, Om Darren is there? Why not just ask Darren." Anya almost ran towards the stairs, but Galang held her back.

"Indeed Om Daryl to where Brother Ara is?" The man asked.

"Yes, said Om Darren go jogging straight there." Anya answered.

"Hm …."

"Om Darrenn!" Anya yells.

"Eh, why are you screaming?"

"I want to take Om Darren to Ara's place. Definitely want. Not kayak Om Galang!" The boy said.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, um nyebelin ahh …." Anya almost ran back to the stairs.

"Eh, .. Why is that?"

"End …."

"Yes, let's go."

"Hum?"

"Say Mommy you're there!"

"Really?"

"Yes. Hurry along!"

"Yeyyyy! Mommy's! I want to go with Om Galang!!!" Anya ran towards her mother in the living room.

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