My Only One's

The Arrival of Piere

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"Go first, huh?" Amara hugged Arfan and Dygta alternately, then to her four siblings who were having breakfast.

"Breakfast first." said Dygta.

"Can't be Mom, I've had bad luck" replied Amara who only sipped the warm water that was available.

"Hurry up, where are you going? Isn't your shop just a minute now, is it?"

"Much should I prepare. Nambahin shopping list, check goods, check stock. Let's take Piere to the airport later this afternoon."

"Don't you have an officer? Why check yourself."

"I mean they check, I have to check too. Let me also know how my business is doing."

"Hm …"

"Good Brother. It should be like that. Sometimes we have to jump on our own. And for some things we should know too." Arfan.

"That's what I mean. This is my first big order. Which order Doctor Syahril again duh. If I fail I'm ashamed."

"Whose doctor is Syahril?" Dygta paused his eating.

"Papa knows him too. I have to go now Mom." The girl rushed away.

"Okay, be careful." Dygta ushered in the departure of the child, with a view.

"For a long time she's been looking more like you." The woman turned to her husband.

"Well, he's my son."

"I mean, the way he works and does things. His whole body soul put it there so that it was like nothing else could be done but that."

"Is that wrong? Lah good. He's doing something positive."

"What?"

"good right? Instead of him hanging out, wandering out of the house. Better he work."

"Gruesome!" Dygta squinted his eyes.

"What's wrong? No one forced him to do it all. He does what he loves. No dictation, no obedience."

"Huh, I've always been worried that he's doing it all because he's distracting his mind."

"Good indeed. A positive switch."

"You're!" Dygta patted Arfan's thigh so hard that her husband complained of pain.

"You why the hell? Seeing Ara grieving was worried, and also grieving. And now seeing him like that is still worrying. What exactly do you want this for?" The man reacted.

"She should show everyone how sad she is, or how devastated she is after losing a man? It doesn't make sense!"

"At least by looking at her grieving I know what she's going through. Not like this."

"You mean he can't get up and assert himself? Will anyone care? I don't think so, other than pity. And it's no use."

"I'd rather he's like this, because then I know how tough he'll be."

Dygta grunting.

"There will come a time when he will vent his feelings. If he knew there was a time. In the meantime, just let him be. Later he will know where to go if he feels he is not able to face it himself."

"Yes, it's easy for you to say that."

"Easy saying? Then what does it mean that I ordered surveillance for him all this time? You think it's easy for a father to let go of the supervision of his children? No dear!" Arfan with a nervous tone. 

"Surely, if you come home at last like this." Arkhan opened his voice after listening to the debate of his parents.

"What Son?" 

"Mommy, either Papa must be arguing about Brother Ara."

"Not arguing, we're just talking."

"But the ends are arguing."

"You got it wrong." Dygta.

"No. I'm big and know what regular talks are, and where debates are."

"Oh yeah?" The mother chuckles.

"You guys are big, right?"

"Yes, don't argue in front of us often."

"What's? We are not …." Arfan squeezed Dygta's hand to stop him from speaking.

"Well, forgive Papa and Mommy who always argue. We mean just having a discussion, not realizing that it makes you uncomfortable."

"Okay, are we clear?" arkhan replied.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Goodle. Guys, did you hear that? From now on Mommy and Papa will not argue anymore. Remember well huh? If repeated, we can talk about. So do not worry again behind "teenager who is very similar to the father spoke to his three brothers.

"What?"

"The debate between Papa and Mommy sometimes makes us feel disturbed. So afraid if you want anything." continued Anandita.

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Okay, I'm sorry Papa and Mommy. Next time will not be repeated. If that happens you can protest." Arfan.

"Can?" Aksa.

"Can."

"Will not be angry?" And Asha also spoke.

"No. Why should Papa be angry? Everyone in this house has the right to speak, right?"

"Don't be that."

"Okay, it's time to go to school. So, who's driving us today?" said Arkhan again who saw the clock on his phone screen.

"Father who intervenes." Arfan took a sip of his coffee, then got up.

"Come, when we're done we're gone" he said later, who was soon followed by his four children after they said goodbye to the mother.

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"Hey, can you work?" amara said when the distance was near.

"Udah Brother."

"What is your father? You okay?"

Nania nodded her head.

"Thank God. I was scared because we were just four. We have a good order."

"I knew. Nindi called last night."

"Oh yeah? Good that's it. Later there will be nothing you want to keep.” chirps, origin.

“Hah? nanyain me?” Nania pointed to her own face.

“Iya.” Amara nodded.

“Who?”

“Kak Daryl.”

“What?” Nania looked surprised.

"Yes, continue the work. I went inside first, right? Later after this please check the stock of the same stock of materials."

"O-okay Brother."

Amara then went into her room to do her part. Plan out what she'll do and make a list of some of the foods she'll make for the order later this week. He left after almost a whole day there.

“Today is a bit relaxing huh?” The girl looked around who was not too crowded that afternoon.

“Iya Kak, rather quiet instead. From the morning visitors are not as booming usually.” replied Ardi who served in front.

“Nothing, not always crowded too right?” Amara stared out at the tavern that looked overcast.

“Kakak want to go?” tanya Nindi who put the tray on the pantry table.

“Yes, I'm going to pick you up at the airport, maybe come back a little late. Would it be if you guys I stayed for a while?” brightest.

“Can Brother. It's okay, just go if you want to go.”

“Well if I go. Titip shop yes?” He put on his sling bag, then walked out of his tavern.

Amara long enough to drive from the office area to Soekarno Hatta international airport. Passing through a heavy traffic routine with all the drama of his frustrating jam. Fortunately, he took an hour before the plane was expected to land to avoid the delay.

And after more than an hour of driving, he finally arrived in front of a fairly crowded airport that afternoon. Many times Amara checked her phone screen to look at the clock and guessed that Piere was sending her a message, but it was nil. 

He walked hastily past the passersby in that place, who was likely doing the same with him.

Amara then stopped in front of the gate of foreign arrival, and waited. His gaze was fixed on the area as a horde of strangers came out in quick succession, and looked for familiar faces.

After a while, the face appeared. The tall man with blond hair and blue eyes walked slowly with his gaze that he circulated around him. Although he was not too flashy but his presence among the crowd quite caught Amara's attention.

“Piere?” The girl waved her hand.

The man in question looked for the origin of the voice, and he smiled when he found a familiar face.

Piere sped up his pace, and he immediately burst into Amara's arms as soon as they were close enough.

“God! I’m so happy to found you! (it's great to have found you!)” she said, and she hugged Amara's body tightly.

“You arrived safely Piere!” Amara speaks French, of course.

“Oui!” The young man let go of his embrace, then they smiled.

“How are you?”

“I'm good, how about you?”

“Good too.”

“Oh, I'm so happy to see you!” He hugged Amara's body tightly. And the girl laughed at it.

“Good, let's go?” take Amara then.

“Oui, Oui.” Piere followed him immediately.

“You've booked a hotel or something?” The girl drove her car out of the airport.

“What? No. gabe. How can I book a hotel or something while this is my first time visiting here. I know no one but you.” replied Piere.

“Ah yes, I forgot!?” Amara laughed again. “Then where were we?”

“Once, you're the host right?” 

“Hmm ...” Amara was silent for a moment to think, “We went to my shop first huh? eat first, after that just think of where you live while here.”

“It’s up to you. Anyway I am already hungry.” the young man said.

“Oh yes? Is it on the plane you are not fed?” Amara chuckles.

“I don't like the food.”

“Masa?”

“Trust me, it's not tasty. Or maybe my taste doesn't match the menu.”

“Uh, .. how sorry Piere is! Maybe your taste is not suitable.” Amara patted the back of a classmate during her lecture.

“Yes, maybe so.”

“OK, you can sleep while we walk like this.”

“Why? Is your location very far from here huh, so I can sleep everything?”

“You don't know just what ...” Just walked a few tens of meters of cars that Amara vehicles had already found a bottleneck.

“Traffic.” said Piere who stuck his head on the seat back.

“Yes, monsieur!” Amara whose laughter broke violently.

Then the man in the passenger seat nagged with language that was not too clear to understand.

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