My Only One's

Project #2

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"How are you?" doctor Syahril said to Clarra, who was forced to occupy the same table because the visitors at noon was very crowded, and there was no table left.

"Good Doctor." Clarra answered. 

Then he looked at the little boy sitting among them. Who looked at him with a big smile and sparkling eyes.

"Hi Shahnaz? How are you?" And he was forced to say hello to the boy.

"Good aunt." Shahnaz answered with a sumringah.

"Auntie likes to eat here too? If it's the same dong, I also like and almost every day eat here. Yes, you Pah?" Then he looked at his father.

Doctor Syahril nodded slowly.

"Okay, what do you want to order then?" Amara broke the awkwardness between them.

"I …."

"I want ice boba." replied Galang who had been silent since before without saying a word.

"OK, food?"

"Rattatouile is good, I tried." Shahnaz replied, and she showed me her almost empty plate.

"Sister Ara said I'm a regular customer because we eat here a lot. So I got a bonus too." He scooped the pudding with a small spoon then fed it into his own mouth.

"Mmm... delicious!" he said, with a funny expression.

"really? Thank you." Thank you." Amara smiled too. He always felt satisfied whenever he saw the expression as shown by Shahnaz.

"I want that pudding too, and the rattatouile too. It looks good." Galang.

"Yes, it's delicious." Doctor Syahril interrupted.

Galang seemed to glance at it with a feeling of dislike. What more if remembering the man he knew as a personal doctor and ex-lover of Clarra's shaking Amara's hand. His chest again felt rumbling.

But there was nothing he could do about it because there was no right. Who is he, too?

"What do you want, Cla?" Then he asked Clarra.

"I'm .. Spaghetti only." The woman next to him answered.

"Drink?" Amara added.

"Lemon tea is cold." replied Clarra again with a feeling she somehow had to call it.

Between surprise, regret and annoyance. Why did he have to force Galang to bring him to the tavern. Which without her guessing instead led her to meet the person she had been avoiding all along?

"There's extras?" Amara recorded the order.

"Nothing."

"I want Brother." Syahnaz interrupted.

"Shahnaz, we're almost done eating." Doctor Syahril reminded.

"But I still want to eat" replied the boy.

"Okay, what's Syahnaz doing?" Amara turned to him.

"Fried potatoes, but wrapped?" The boy replied, and Amara nodded.

"Doctors want more food?" Then he offered it to Doctor Syahril.

Whatisit? Galang looked up at the man opposite her who answered Amara's offer with a headband while smiling.

"No, I'm full" he said.

"Well, wait a minute, okay?" Amara rushed towards the pantry.

He didn't even ask me the same question? Inner Galang again with his furrowed forehead.

"Aunty want to try the pudding? It's delicious." Suddenly, Shahnaz offered Clarra a small piece of the dessert.

"No, thank you dear." But the woman refused.

"Why? Don't like pudding? Though I used to make me pudding kayak gini?"

Clarra was silent looking at the boy who was feeding sweet food into her small mouth.

"Papa, it's good for hospital temen with pudding?" shahnaz said to his father.

"really?"

"Yes. You must like it."

"Well, shall we tell Brother?"

"Hu'um." The father and son were engrossed in conversation, while the couple near them only listened in silence.

"Please." Amara came back with a tray filled with their orders.

"Oh yes." Doctor Syahril reached out to the shop owner who impressed him that day.

How he who was so young had such a big enough passion to do more things that girls his age did not normally have. And even he intervened himself to take care of his shop.

"Can you come to the hospital?" The man immediately asked.

"I Sir?" Amara pointed at herself.

"Yes, to discuss the food with the organizers?" shahril.

"Oh, .. Should ya?"

"Of course, because it has to adjust to the rules of nutrition applied by the hospital."

"so."

"As much as you want when. Maybe if you're free, you can go to the hospital."

"Well then."

"Good." Amara received the phone and typed her own number.

"This is my number, sir." He returned the item to its owner.

"Good." Shahril typed something. "Whose name were you?"

"Amara Sir. Or call me Ara."

"Okay, I sent spam. You'll call me if you want to go to the hospital."

"Yes sir."

"Then I wait in the hospital?" Doctor Syahril put the phone back in his shirt pocket, and then he put a piece of red money in the trey bill.

"Shahnaz is done?" He looked at his daughter.

"Udah."

"Then we go home? Papa has to go back to the hospital."

"okay."

"Thank you, Ara, the food's great." Then he got up.

"Yes, you're welcome sir."

"Remember, I'm waiting at the hospital?"

The girl nodded her head.

"I'm sorry." Then Shahril said goodbye to Clarra and Galang.

"Was auntie?" Shahnaz did the same.

"Yes." Yeah." Clarra replied in a soft voice.

Then the father and son left.

"People who are fun?" Amara was still staring at them until the two disappeared behind the door.

"Do you know them?" Then he asked Clarra.

"Know." And Clarra answered. 

"Oh, ... Cool is not the acquaintance of his brother Doctor?"

"Hm …"

"Oh, good-bye, huh? I have another guest." Amara left them and turned to visitors who had just arrived at her shop.

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"So what do you think?" galang's remarks broke Clarra's daydreams after they arrived at the office.

"Hum? What's?" The woman looked.

"Plan to meet your mom?"

"When?"

"It's up to you when you're ready. The sooner the better, before he comes again and does something …."

"Do what?"

"So, it could be anything."

"Do you know anything about my mama?"

"Little."

"Know also what plan does he have?"

Galang did not answer immediately.

"I was wondering, maybe he had a hidden plan. His movements were suspicious, and his attitude was indeed a little strange. He was very insistent to the size of the person who had already been rejected a few times."

"She's your mama. Obviously he'll be insistent on wanting to meet his son."

"Yes, right. Then where was she when I was a baby?"

"If that's all you remember, I'm sure you won't recover. No matter how hard we try, there will be no results. Because you still have hate."

Clarra looked at the man's face.

"You don't know what it's like ...."

"Remember what good things you've always had. Who takes care of you and delivers to have a life as good as this. What I'm sure isn't everyone's as lucky as you."

The woman was silent.

"Wouldn't it be before Miss Larra came your life was okay? Then just because you know that Mr. Fahmi and Bu Vita are not your parents, makes you this way. Their love is more than you can imagine."

"You don't know how big an impact his presence has on me."

"Make you feel inferior? Or did the arena of his arrival derail your marriage? Then what's the problem? Maybe it's because you and doctor Syahril aren't actually partners that you split up."

Clarra looks grunting.

"Tell me when you're ready. So that I know what to do to face Ms. Larra. Because I'm sure he won't stop here." Galang went into his room to continue the work that paused.

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