My Only One's

Grownups

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"Your mama called Cla last night." Vita sipped her warm tea after their dinner was over.

Clarra's speechless.

"You don't see him anymore?" Fahmi spoke up.

"I didn't get to. I told you I had an impromptu assignment to Bandung." Their daughter answered.

"Not even for a moment?"

"No Ma."

"Hm ...."

"He's angry again at Mama and Papa?" Clarra stared at her parents in an quarantine manner.

"No, just saying if you don't meet." Vita answered.

"Tumbens?"

"good right? Maybe your mom has changed."

"Yes, thirty years is long, it's weird that he doesn't change." The child answered.

"Cla?" Fahmi.

"Stop Ma, Pa. Don't keep going again, we'll fight. Our family has been fine for a long time, but lately I've been wanting to get out of the house every time Mama and Papa talk about her."

"She's your mama Cla, no matter what she is."

"I know nothing will change that. How hard he rejected me first, even leaving me in the hospital won't take away the flow of blood in me."

"Clarra, I'm sorry Mama. We shouldn't have told you that part. We didn't know you were going to be this angry, especially to your Mama."

Clarra shook her head.

"Mama too Papa is not wrong. You're just telling me the truth I should know. I'm not angry."

"But you hate Lara."

"I don't hate him, it's just that I don't want to see him again. Quite occasionally I met, and found out where I came from. After knowing that you're not my real parents." He remembers at the age of 18, when he first met a woman who is now recognized as his biological mother.

And the next meeting happens once every year. But since the last five years Lara no longer see him because from the news he heard, that the woman had married a businessman from Batam, and moved to the city in the Riau Islands. And it was enough to make him relieved because he did not have to feel depressed when he knew he would meet his mother.

But now Lara came back and asked to meet. Makes him feel the same depression he had faced in college. And that's quite torturous. That makes him feel inferior and keeps him away from socializing.

The situation is now a hard struggle with Vita and Fahmi. Who tirelessly restores her mental health and self-confidence so that their daughter can face the world hard.

"For me, Mom and Dad are my parents. Who worked everything out since he left me in the hospital without mercy. So don't force me to accept it anymore."

"We're not forcing you, baby, just to feel that Lara has the same right to know you." Vita embraces her daughter's body.

"But I don't want to know him. You're enough for me."

"Yes, Papa knows. Sorry if we're too pushy." Fahmi decided to give up. And he signaled to his wife not to talk about it anymore.

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Galang decided to stop by the usual place he spent time after work. In the beach area is quite famous in the city of Jakarta.

He sat on a park chair by the beach, enjoying the quiet atmosphere he had been so fond of lately.

Four cans of cold drink had already been spent, and his phone that lit up as a friend filled up deserted.

It cannot be denied, that his memories and feelings are still controlled by the figure of Amara so strongly. Although she did not know what made her love the girl so much, and knew it was possible, far away, she had forgotten about it and found someone else better, He still survives to love her. He refused to forget it.

At least for now, he decided to accept and enjoy this state alone.

The beach is pretty quiet. There are only a few people who enjoy the dim atmosphere of shahdu, under the lights of decorative lights that dangle in some parts. Listening to the waves in the distance, and the breeze that began to slip to the bone.

Galang frowned when he saw a woman walking slowly towards the bridge. His face was not clear because the distance was quite far, added again with minimal lighting around the area. Other than the small colorful decorative lights, there are no other light sources.

But Galang got up as the woman continued to walk further and further towards the end. All he knew was the land boundary and the deeper part of the coast. His instincts spoke another, and in his head was like ringing a danger signal.

Someone is going to do something bad right now. How thought.

Then Galang decided to go after her, who knew she was in need of help?

And sure enough, Galang chased him far enough away from where he had seen him earlier. Really at the end of the bridge, almost jutting into the sea. Until they could hear the ripples of water that were buffeted by the night wind.

"Hey?" Galang.

The woman hastened her steps.

"Hey? Miss?" The man shouted again, and the woman accelerated.

"Hey! It's dark in there. What are you gonna do?"

The woman flinched.

"Miss?" Even the bar ran. She was sure the woman would do something bad. Maybe he'll kill himself?

"Hey, what are you gonna do?" He pulled his arm when their distance was close. But the woman refused and struggled.

"This place could be dangerous and you'll ...." However the two were stunned after their sight met.

"Clarra?" Galang opened his eyes wide for a clearer view.

"Ga-Galang?" The woman stuttered.

"What do you want to do here?" He hasn't let go.

"I ... just ...."

"What do you want?" The man raised his voice.

"Ha-just .. want to calm down." Clarra finally answered.

Galang looked at him with a frown, then immediately pulled him to a place that felt safe.

"Setting yourself off what?" The man led her to Clarra being away from the edge of the bridge.

The woman did not answer.

"We move to a place of light, will get grebek satpol pp if here."

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"Now, speak." They moved to a cafe not far from the beach. A place where the atmosphere was somewhat different from before.

"Nothing to talk about." Clarra took a sip of the drink the man had ordered for her.

"Times?" Struggling eyes.

"Seriously. Nothing, I just want to be alone." Clarra's convinced.

"Pronounced you said?"

"Yes Lang, I'm just bored at home."

"If you get bored, take a vacation. Didn't you go to a dark place like that? What if there's a demon through?"

"I'm not afraid of the devil."

Galang raised his start.

"Satan can't hurt people. But man can hurt his neighbor more than the devil." continued the woman.

"Duh?"

"Again since High School I've been used to going there whenever I feel bored or need to calm my mind. And as long as it never experienced anything bad, let alone disturbed the devil. Big no's! So your mind is too far."

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then I'm relieved." Galang.

"You're thinking is ridiculous!"

"Not ridiculous. I just feel that women walking alone in a lonely place is very dangerous. Someone might be watching you and waiting for the right time to do something bad to you. Even in a place you consider safe. This is Jakarta Cla, and it could happen anywhere."

The woman rolled her eyes.

"Are all adult women like that?" Connect Galang after sipping the canned drink.

"Hum?"

"Or because you're too independent? Makes you feel like you're going anywhere without thinking about what's safe?"

"What the hell, you're not connecting." Clarra stirred her drink with a straw.

"Seriously, I thought you were too brave, or maybe reckless? You think you can do everything without taking into account what happens next."

"Because I'm capable."

Galang stared at the face of the woman whose hair was in the pigtail behind it for a while.

"Are mature women like you no longer arranged by parents?"

"What?"

"So you can go anywhere you want?"

"What a grown woman like you ...."

"Stop says grown women are like me!"

"Why indeed?"

"You want to call me old?"

"What?"

"By calling a grown woman like me, you're calling me old." Clarra stuck her back on the back of the chair.

"I didn't say that." replied Galang.

"But you're calling me that."

"It wasn't me, did you say that? Why the hell are you adults always so angry with that kind of talk?"

"It's not angry, it's just ...."

"What?"

"Ah, stop. Kids like you won't understand." Clarra's back on the drink.

"Little boy did you say? I've known for 25 years!"

"really? But you're acting like you're only 15."

"That's a sign I'm young to know?"

"In another childish sense."

"Suach to you!" Struggling with rage.

"What are you doing here yourself? Didn't go home and wander?"

"Like me."

"Well, I did too. Love me." Clarra imitated his words.

They were silent for a while, enjoying the increasingly crowded atmosphere. And the nightlife in that place began to squirm.

"You know why yesterday I forced you to come to Bandung?" Clarra restarted the conversation as soon as she remembered Galang and her mother's talk at the hospital.

"Why?" And the man responded after putting his phone on the table.

"To avoid meeting my real mother."

"What?" Galang frowned.

"You don't know, if I'm just a foster child?"

Why would he say such a thing?

"The lucky adopted son is nurtured by two of the kindest people in the world. Who does not look at the background and origin of the woman who gave birth to me."

Galang closed his mouth tightly.

He must have ventured again.

"A few times, the woman who claimed to be my real mother asked to meet. But I never met."

"Why?"

"I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"There's no reason."

"You're angry, and you hate your real mother?"

Clarra shook her head.

"Why don't you want to see him?"

"Just don't want to."

"So you've never met your real mother?"

"Have, a few times. But the last five years he hasn't come. And just showed up yesterday."

"And you don't even have the desire to meet him?"

Clarra shook her head.

"And choose to go with me?" Galang.

Then Clarra nodded her head.

"It's so weird."

"It's not strange, just looking for an excuse to avoid."

"Dodging? Just like a child." Galang muttering.

"Like me."

The man returned to open his mouth.

"So don't misunderstand my attitude yesterday." Clarra.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes who knows you misunderstood and thought a no-no because I followed you back to Bandung?"

"To geeeran you?" Galang.

"I want to go home." Clarra took a sip of her drink.

"Now?"

"Well, when else?"

"Your mind is calm, right?"

"What?" The woman put her jacket together.

"So you said you came to this place because you wanted to calm your mind?"

"Oh, ... is that? It's." Already."

"Seriously?"

"Why indeed?" Clarra got up from her seat.

"Is there anything that calms the mind like you? Come to a quiet place, shut up for a second, keep coming home? Where's the calm?"

"If you want to calm the mind must go to a far place for hours or days huh?"

"Yes at least ...."

"I don't have long periods of silence. Can be overwhelmed later. If so, who will organize your work and the staff of the other Nikolai Group?"

"Jeez, remember the job?"

"Yes what else? Is my life there?"

"Are you a real staffer?"

"That's the difference between adults and children."

"What?"

"We will always be responsible for what we have chosen. Even if it has to sacrifice something else. Because life is a choice." The woman then laughed.

"Thank you for the juice, next time I'll actually treat you." Then he decided to leave.

"Hey, Clarra. Wait!" Galang also rose up after laying a piece of fifty thousand coins. And he half ran to teach the woman a step.

"Go home."

"Yes, this too. You want me to take you?" Galang.

"No, I got a car." But Clarra refused.

"All right then." Then both drove their vehicles and left the place.

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