My Only One's

Thing

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"Till Sis, thank you." They stopped in front of a deserted Amara shop after parking the girl's car on the parking line not far from the store. 

"okay." Galang stared at the tavern building which although quiet but still bright. And there was a man officer who walked out.

"The others have come home?" Amara asked Raka.

"Udah Brother. I told you to go home first." The officer also replied.

"OKAY. You also want to go home please." said Amara later.

"Yes Brother. Everything is checked, so you don't have to check anymore."

"Okay Raka, thank you."

"When do I say yes, brother?" said the young man who then left after getting an answer from Amara.

"Don't go home, go home." Then the girl turned to Galang who was still silent nearby.

"Don't be late here" he continued.

"Why indeed?" replied Galang who checked his phone.

"Not good, there will be a talk macem-macem. I'm the one who's wrong."

"Hm …."

"I'm in, right? And you have to go home too." The girl opened the shop door.

"Ra?" But Galang stopped him.

"What else is it, sister?" He's spinning. "Don't you misunderstand my concern as something else. I stopped and gave her a ride not because there was a certain intent. I only do it because of humanity. Seeing people I know might be in trouble. So don't you have anything to do with anything other than that."

He almost opened his mouth to answer.

"Good night" said Amara again and she immediately entered the store.

Locking the door tight as he always does, closing the curtains and turning off the lights. And he rushed towards his room on the second floor.

While Galang was still standing there for a while. Staring at the movement of the girl through the slit of the thin curtain until she disappeared above the stairs.

How is your life okay if you stay this way? On the one hand there are others you should take care of, but on the other hand your feelings have not changed for him?

"Hhhh …." The man breathed his breath in the air.

"I'll go back to the apartment" he said, as soon as he got into the car that had been waiting faithfully.

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"You have to help Mama Cla, Mama's in trouble." A message came in from an unknown number.

Clarra tried to ignore it even though dozens of messages with the same tone had been coming in since the afternoon.

It must be Larra, her mother. Although her number was blocked, the woman apparently used another number to contact her.

"Cla, just this once Mama asked for help. After this, Mama will not call you again. Mama promised." Again a message came in from Larra.

"Cla, Mama's life is under threat. If not for you, then to whom else would you ask for help?"

I don't give a shit! Inner Clarra, who then again blocked the number then set her phone into unrecognized number block mode.

Whatever happens, and whatever your circumstances are none of my business. Whatever! His inner self then turned off the phone and immediately closed his eyes in the darkness of his room.

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Galang immediately opened his eyes when his ears caught the ringing sound of an ear-splitting mobile phone. 

It was still early in the morning but she was forced to wake up because of an unusual call.

He got up while resting his messy black hair. Then reach the phone on the nightstand that is overnight connected to the power supply.

The man frowned as he looked at the screen of the phone that was still on and again rang the sign of someone across there again contacting.

"Yes?"He answered with a distinctive hoarse voice waking up. 

"You know, you've disrupted my sleep. It's even morning and it's not time for someone to bother me. Not even Nikolai Group's secretary dared to bother me at a time like this."

"Sorry sir, but this is important."

Galang grunting.

"I have to tell you."

"What's? Say it!" 

And his narrowed eyes rounded instantly as the man across there said something.

"I'll be there in a moment" he said, rising and staggering slightly to the bathroom.

The man took off his motorbike early in the morning. Split the streets of the capital that is still a bit empty towards the workshop where the car is located. And in less than half an hour he got there.

"Are you sure?" the question was so Galang got off his bike, and a mechanic walked over.

"Remain Sir. One bullet even penetrated the inner rim and was still attached. Also a little projectile inside." They walked into the workshop where his shiny new car was located.

One of the tires was removed due to serious damage after a small explosion last night. Which was caused by one suspicious thing.

"Where's the bullet coming from?" The man muttered while staring at the inner rim that the mechanic pointed at.

There was a hole of a bullet scar whose evidence was shown by the mechanic.

"Was there been a shootout last night?" The mechanic asked.

"You're kidding me, aren't you? How can I just get through a shootout?"

"Where did you get this bullet?"

Steady to remember.

"Didn't I tell you last night that the tires exploded?"

"Yes, but the cause?"

"When was this bullet in the street and it just ran over?" Galang frowned 

Then he remembered a little when before his car broke a tire last night, there were several other riders who passed it. It included a motorbike with two passengers minutes before the blast. But he could not remember what face or bike included the number of the police, because his position at that time was a little dreamy.

"There's some kind of motor matic passing by." Little by little he remembered.

"Motor matic?"

"Yes, that kind of thing. Or a duck bike? I don't know."

"Then?"

"There's explosions. Then it's like this." Galang still remembers the incident last night before he learned of the damage to his car tires.

"Is it possible that someone accidentally shot the tires?" ask the mechanic.

"Shooting tires?"

"Yes, it could be."

"But why?"

"Either. Why approximately? Do you have a problem with someone?"

Galang frowned.

"It doesn't feel."

"Why then?"

"Something."

"Or maybe the wrong target?"

"Do you need to report to the police?"

"Cop report?"

"Yes, maybe it's dangerous."

"What's dangerous?" The man even laughed.

"Eitherway. Could it be?"

Thinking again.

"You're just freaking me out?" He chuckles.

"This father is an important person in Nikolai Group" said the mechanic who put bullets and projectiles into a small container.

"What connection?"

"Can anyone not like it?"

"You're kidding me."

"Maybe it has something to do with."

He was silent again.

"Even if you don't report to the police, you should report Mr. Andra."

"Report Mr Andra? What's for?"

"Anticipate a bad thing sir."

"What bad things could happen to me?"

"We don't know what will happen. But at least someone else knows about this."

"Hmm .. it feels a bit excessive. But I'll think about it."

"Fastly Sir."

"Yes, after from here."

"good. You want to keep the bullet?"

"Yes, it seems good for mementos." Galang received the object and put it in the pocket of the suit.

"Fix car. Is the time just broken? Damage your reputation!" The man patted the mechanic's shoulder.

"Good Sir."

"Tell me when it's over" he said again, then he left.

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"Where are you from?" Clarra who was ready at the work table welcomed Galang's arrival as usual.

Found the man who had just arrived but was not wearing his suit. But even wearing jeans and hoodie all black and carrying a helmet.

"From the workshop." Error answering.

"Workshop?"

"Yes, there's something with my car." He's nodding.

"Your car's on strike?"

"Call that."

"How many weeks? What the hell are you wearing in the car? A race?"

"No. There was something with the tires last night."

"What?"

Galang did not immediately answer, but looked at Clarra's face fixedly.

"Is there a coat in there?" He switched the conversation.

"There was. Want me to get ready?" bargain Clarra who almost got off her desk.

"No need, let me." refused Galang who immediately sauntered into his room.

"Oh yeah, is Mr Andra here today?" He looked at her for a moment.

"It looks like it's downstairs. What's up?"

"No, I just need to talk to him."

"Is there a problem?"

"none. Just need to see him." The man immediately entered the room.

It came out after a few minutes of tidying up. Wearing a suit stellan as you wear every day and ready to work.

"Have you submitted a report to Mr Dimitri?" The man approached the secretary's desk.

"It was just now."

"My work?"

"This. Shall I put it on your desk?"

"Save first, I'll take it. I have to meet Mr. Andra for a minute."

"Is there anything serious? You scared me Lang!" Clarra really stepped off her desk.

"Nothing, just plain business."

"But it seems like something serious?" The woman approached then reached out her hand to tidy up the tie that had been wrapped under the collar of Galang's shirt.

"Just …."

"There's also something I need to talk to you about." Clarra.

"Hum? What's?"

"There's something about …." Clarra doubtful. Did he have to tell this guy last night or not?

"Just a minute, Cla. I have to see Mr. Andra first. I'll be right back and we can talk, okay?"

"Mh …."

"Just for a minute."

"All right."

"Then I go down first?"

Clarra nodded her head then took two steps back.

"Just for a minute."

The woman nodded again.

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