My Only One's

Face To Face

🌺

🌺

"Good day?" Amara nodded politely when she found a familiar figure in the hospital.

He immediately went to the hospital after three days of thinking and finally decided to accept the offer from the doctor Syahril.

"Piang. I thought you were still on the road?" replied the doctor.

"Yes, after I thought it seemed like Mr. Doctor's offer was good as well. That's why we came straight here. But I forgot to call from there." Amara laughed softly.

"Yes, yeah. Its alright. Want to go straight to the hospital staff?" They walk side by side.

"May sir, if you can."

"Okay, come." The man in white stretched out his arms and allowed Amara to follow him.

They met one of the hospital staff as well as the organizing committee for child patients who will be held at the end of the week.

After talking long enough to discuss and negotiate consumption and food issues that Amara will handle, finally reached an agreement and some things they agreed.

"Well, we'll see you on Sunday?" The staff ended the conversation.

"Yes. If there is any additional can contact me." replied Amara.

"good. Thank you." then they shook hands.

The two split up and Amara decided to leave.

"How's it?" Syahril apparently returned to the staff area after completing his service for several patients.

"Currently, we have agreed too." Amara answered.

"Thank God. I think the order is quite a lot, can you?"

"could. I have three employees, and I might add a few more to help."

"Good."

"Oh yeah, isn't Shahnaz coming?" The girl looked around her on their way out of the hospital building.

"No, I'm on duty. Child-carrying time?" Doctor Syahril chuckled.

"Well, that was yesterday?" Amara recounted the events at the beginning of the week.

"It just so happened to pick him up from school. And there's a promise, too."

"What promise?"

"Promise to bring him to eat at your shop."

"Oh, .. I think Mr Syahnaz Doctor brought work too?"

The man looked a little.

"Why?"

"Don't call me Sir. It feels too high."

"Mh …."

"Call the doctor, or shahril."

"Ih, where might I call you Mr... uh, ... are you just a name? You think you're much older than me?"

The man laughed until his head looked up.

"You're right."

"Indeed, look really."

"Why? I really look old, don't I?"

"Oh, no. It's not.  How do you call it? Mm ... The doctor looks more mature than me."

"Huh, of course. At first glance you are like a child just graduated from college."

"Indeed."

"Couldn't you?"

Amara nodded. "But the doctor is younger than my father."

"Times?"

"Well, I don't have to call the doctor Om." Amara chuckles.

"But don't call me Father either."

"Why indeed?"

"It's okay, it just doesn't sound too good."

"Hmm .. okay Doctor."

"That's all, it feels pretty good."

"Yes yes." Amara nodded her head.

"You go straight to the store?"

"It looks like. I was going home to my Papa's house, but it's day."

"Your parents are in Jakarta?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But you don't live with your parents?"

"No. I mostly live in a store."

"Enoughly interesting. Your parents must be proud. Their son has a business like you."

"Just starting Doc, still much the same Papa I mah."

"Oh yeah? Your dad has a store too?"

"It's not just a shop."

"Restaurant?"

"Yes .. call it that."

"In Jakarta too?"

"Many of them are out of town."

"Mostly? Your father must be such a great man that you speak like that?"

"For me it is."

"What's her name? Maybe I know?"

"Arabic."

"Arenfan?"

"Yes. Arfan Sanjaya."

"Doctors know Papi?"

"Know. Is he Doctor Vita's cousin? Clarra's mother."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Didn't Mr. Arfan marry his son Bu Sofia?"

"Yes Mommy Dygta."

"Right, that Arfan?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"God! You deserve to be like this."

"Why indeed?"

"Tida was surprised that if you manage to open a business like this, there is indeed the blood of entrepreneurs in your body."

"Ah, Doctor's overreacting." The girl laughed.

"Seriously."

"What does the doctor know my Papa like?"

"Of course you know. He's a legend among Pak Satria's staff."

"A story called a legend?"

"Yes, the story of his success during his time in Nikolai Group until he stopped was always a mecca for some people. I also met your father a few times."

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah." 

"Then Papa I'm cool, huh?" Amara is proud.

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, if that's what I say. There's a lot of shops soon." The girl looked at the clock on her phone screen, then she stopped as they arrived at the parking area and tried to find a place to park the car.

"Well, that's my car. The doctor wants to go home too?"

"No, I'm still here until the afternoon."

"All right, then I'm saying goodbye?"

"Alright, please." said Syahril.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

"Calm down, nothing will happen." Galang touched Clarra's knee which since a few minutes ago continues to vibrate increasingly taut.

This afternoon after work they decided to meet Larra at a restaurant in the middle of the city. And Clarra began to feel uneasy even though Galang calmed her down several times.

What else when from a distance the figure began to be seen. Larra who walks with her head upright and elegant style. His appearance was very striking and made the attention of some people turn to him.

She is indeed good at arranging appearances, even though she is no longer young, but the makeup on the face is able to hide the signs of aging. What else with her fashionable fashion style, makes the woman look still beautiful at the age of half a century.

Clarra seemed frozen as the mother who had given birth to her arrived in front of them. And his posture remained invincible. He was as proud as when he was young. Especially with the presence of the man beside her, which Clarra remembers her mother introducing as her biological father.

"Good afternoon, ma'am?" Arise and bow politely.

Larra did not reply, but she immediately sat down in the available seat.

Galang tried to be as calm as possible, and he scanned the situation. Make sure everything goes well as planned. Although some of his subordinates have warned that the women he faces should not be taken lightly.

"Thank you for fulfilling our invitation to …." Galang hung his words as larra raised her hand to signal.

"No need to mince words, quickly tell me what you want?" The woman said.

Galang took a deep breath and he occasionally glanced at Clarra who was silent in her seat.

"Is there anything you want to say to Mama Cla?" Then Larra turned to her daughter.

"You've decided something? What's?" She asked.

"Mama hope you don't act like before. You know, Mama's tired of this."

Clarra.

"Come on, is it hard for you to accept Mama's existence? Mama just wants us to start what Mama left behind. And Mama's sorry for that." 

"Mama knows, the act of Mama leaving you can not be justified even with a strong reason. But my mother's fear back then was greater than Mama's affection for you."

"Mama just wants to be able to meet you like a parent who meets her child. Without rejection, without fear of not being accepted, and without disappointment whenever you refuse to see Mama."

Clarra grabbed Galang's hand which was under the table. Then he held it so tightly. As if asking for strength to face this woman. 

He knew that his mother was deceiving him. And Clarra understood that. So this is what she feared, so she refused to see him every time he asked. Because he had memorized the words he was about to say. 

While Galang looked at him from the side, with their hands below that clasped each other.

"Clarra listen, Mama …."

"I don't want to see my mom anymore." Clarra finally opened her voice.

"My life was fine before Mom came. And I want everything back to how it was. At least from now on Mama doesn't have to see me anymore."

"What?" Larra reacts.

"Mama knows, my life is not calm after knowing that I am not the biological child of the parents who raised me. What else after knowing that Mama is my parents."

"It looks like everything I have will be gone. Oh no, even I've lost the biggest thing I've almost achieved. Does Mama know?"

Larra tried to listen.

"The love I've built and I've earned with great difficulty just disappeared because of Mama's arrival."

"Did Mama realize that she ruined my life? So I don't know how to deal with it anymore. Mama's arrival was of no use to me, other than being a source of depression and never-ending mental torment."

"Clarra …."

"I recognize Mama as my real mother. But I hope it's just there. Don't ever see me again, or try to contact me. Because if Mama stays that way, then I'm gonna become more and more resentful of Mama."

"Maybe someday I'll be able to accept Mama's presence. But I don't know when. It's just, I need time."

"I beg you, Mama understands me. It's very difficult for me to recover if Mama keeps trying, what else is forcing. Because whatever effort you do still will not change everything that has happened. I've lost my identity, and now I'm trying to get it back."

"I begged Mama to stay away, and don't see me again. It's better, and I'll be very grateful to Mama." Clarra then got up and pulled Galang to leave immediately.

🌺

🌺

🌺

Connect ...

try, after this will it be finished? 🤔🤔🤔

jan forgot gaess, follow my novel in y o u t u b e. Dear Husband at Chanel Tiyana Pratama.

alopyu sekebon 😘😘