My Only One's

Be on guard

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"Now is Miss Larra calling you again?" Galang paused his activities as soon as they remembered their phone conversation last night. When Clarra told me about her mother who kept calling with different numbers.

Clarra shook her head.

"Or has anyone seen you, maybe?"

"Not really. Oh yeah, what happened to your car? Two days ago you were back on the bike?"

"It's okay. Just a little bored." lied it. 

There's no way he told Clarra about the bullet lodged in his car tire two nights ago. Because there will be speculation about it, and maybe the woman feels panic because of it. 

"Bored? How many days have you been bored in a car? It's your real impurity!"

"Just feel that with the motorbike access the road easier and faster." Error answering. "You can sneak into a gap that the car can't get through and dodge quickly or chase something the car can't."

Clarra's forehead looked wrinkled.

"Hey, if there's anything tell me huh? Don't keep it yourself. So I know how you are."

"Why are you? Don't usually talk like that?"

"Just .. try to anticipate something."

"Hm …." Clarra muttering.

"Well, today I have to accompany Mr. Dimitri right? Is he ready?" Arise from his chair.

"So it seems to have been. And today's meeting runs until the afternoon, huh? There are some other meetings I've sent to your number. So that tomorrow you do not have to enter and can go home to Bandung as usual."

"Is that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"It's okay, because it looks like tomorrow I'm not going to Bandung first." Galang.

"Tumbens? Wh why? Isn't your mother always worried that you're not coming home?" Clarra slightly chuckled considering the man in front of her who was always noticed by her mother who was far away in another city.

"It's okay, just .. I think I should get used to it."

"Hum?"

"Must go now, right? The road must be jammed this way." The barge is out of place.

"Yes, .. isn't Jakarta jammed every day?"

"That means. Haha." Galang. And they walked out of the room.

***

Daryl seemed to frown as long as he enjoyed his lunch. There was a stranger she did not know in the cook room of Amara's shop. And they look pretty familiar.

"Hey?" call her as Nania flashed after delivering the order.

"Yes Sir? Want more?"

The man shook his head.

"So, why did you call me?"

"It's polite of you to ask." he said to the girl.

"Sorry sir." His words made Nania stammer.

"If anyone calls, just ask me if there's anything I can help you with?" Daryl tilted his head slightly.

"It's not even back to ask" he said in an annoyed tone.

"I-iya sir. Sorry."

"What did you learn in school? Time just doesn't understand?"

"Mh …."

"What semester are you in?" he asked then, and finally his attention was diverted.

"Lecture?" Nania.

"Yes, college."

"That's the Father, me?" The girl pointed at her own nose.

"Who else then? Is there anyone else talking to me besides you?"

Nania looked trembling.

"I asked, what semester did you go to college?"

"I didn't go to college, sir."

"Certainly? High School Graduates?"

Nania shook her head.

"Continue?"

"I graduated from Junior High."

"What?"

"Sorry, I've done a lot of work." Nania is almost gone.

"Eh, wait!" Dimitri.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Whose kitchen is it in? I think I just saw him?" Then he remembered with his original purpose of summoning Nania.

"That's ... Piere?"

"I didn't ask her name. But who is he? Why are you in the kitchen and cooking with Ara?" The man was back upset.

"Oh, .. that's her friend Brother Ara. He said from Paris."

"From Paris?"

"Yes, and from now on he works here too."

"Really?" Daryl chuckles. "Far away Parisians come here and work in this little tavern? That's right!" he said, half in disbelief.

"Yes ask Ara if you don't believe." Nania breezed in front of the man.

"Gee! Why is his attitude like that? Very disrespectful. You Junior High! Just like her body is like a Junior High." Daryl grumbling.

***

"Hey Ra?" Then Daryl approached the pantry.

"Oh, hi, brother? It's old?" Amara who is arranging the food that has been processed.

"It's over with eating." Daryl answered.

"Lho's? How did I not know that my brother was coming?" The girl was busy with her cooking and decorations.

"Where can you tell? Are you busy?" the man replied again, and occasionally he glanced at Piere who was busy with the stove and frying pan. He's cooking something.

"Oh yes, sorry. Today is a good rame."

"Yeah, it does." Daryl looked around the shop.

"So what else do you want? Want a drink?" bargain Amara to him.

"You're gonna order some more juice, but you're busy."

“Umm ...” Amara looked up to find anyone among her employees who was not too busy.

“Nania!” Then call out who happened to pass by.

“Table order number ten.” He shifted the order forward so Daryl helped pick it up and gave it to Nania.

“You heard I didn't?” said the man, a little upset.

“Denger, but do I work again?”

“Now there are new employees huh?” Then Daryl switched the subject.

“Oh, ..” Amara looked back where Piere was busy with his work.

“Iya, it was Piere temen me time of college.” said, introducing.

“Di Paris?” Daryl half scoffed. And his hand did not stop helping Nania get the order that would be delivered soon.

“Iya.” Amara nodded.

“Seriously? The time of the Parisians came all the way here just want to work?”

“Which why? Can't ya? We have a lot of people working abroad.”

“Le Cordon Bleu graduate work here?” Daryl leaned his body.

Amara stopped her work for a moment.

“What?”

“I also graduated Cordon Bleu. What harm? I'll start my own business again.”

“Umm .. Sister as well, Lomonosov graduates work in Jakarta. Not in Moscow?” Amara turned the man's words around.

“No relation to Ra.” says daryl.

“Ya is there. Both from abroad but work in Jakarta.”

“I work in my family company know?’'

"Just be sure, the point is to work together in Jakarta."

Daryl looks weird.

"Sister don't stand there constantly, it's difficult for Nania to take orders." Amara stopped her work.

Then Daryl glanced at the waiter who looked troubled by his tramp.

"When did I help you?" he said when Nania left to deliver the order.

"Stop away!" said Amara who gave the last plate to his employees.

"Later tonight you're free?" Daryl asked again.

"No, why?" Amar replied.

"Well, I was gonna take you away."

"Cannot. I couldn't go anywhere until Sunday."

"Why?"

"I have a project for the hospital."

"order."

"Order?" Daryl.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Much?"

"Lumayan."

"For when?"

"Sunday's Day."

"Ooo …." Daryl nodded with his mouth rounded to form the hutuf O.

"Will I eat?" Amara then asked because the man was still standing in front of her.

"No."

"Why are you still standing there?" 

"Why indeed?"

"Yes move aside, the children are hard to give the order paper."

Daryl snorted loudly, but instead made Amara laugh.

"No, if you want to help me tonight."

"What help?"

"Yes help me with anything. On Sunday morning, orders must be delivered to the hospital. So invite Brother Darren also let more help."

"What's? You want me to help you finish the order, will you?"

Amara nodded her head.

"No way!"

"Why not?"

"I'm busy now you know? Work from Monday to Friday. Sometimes overtime, so rarely play here. Should the end of the week help you too? I'm tired of it, need a break." The man complained.

"Well, did you want to go if I wasn't busy? I bargained here even a lot of alesan? I have a job." Amara sneers.

"It's not like Ra, I'm going to have fun. If you help me here, it means work."

"Yesterday want to help?"

"Yesterday there's no one new."

Amara rolled her eyeballs.

"Yes, I asked Piere to work here because there was an order as well. It'll be good, I'll be lighter."

"Hm …." Daryl sounded mumbling.

"Udah noon, I think you should sneak back to the office?" Amara glanced at the wall clock that already showed at 1pm.

"Yeah, right." Daryl.

"Would you come back here again, right?" Amara smiled and waved her hand.

"No promise." Daryl turned his body.

"Lho, why? Usually if you're late in the afternoon, do you like to stop by?"

Daryl did not answer, but just waved his hand as he rushed out of the tavern.

Amara laughed while shaking her head.

***

"She is save. Just Daryl talked to her." Arfan put his phone on the table after reading a message containing a report from Piere.

"Finish the meal, don't look at the hapel!" Dygta reacted to seeing her new husband put down the flat object after some time.

"This is what I'm done with." Arfan answered.

"But from earlier you hold the hape continuously. What's the big deal?"

"In fact, if you hold the phone, there must be an important problem, right?"

"Yes if there is nothing important why do you often hold the phone?"

Arfan just chuckled.

"You've been relaxed for a few years. But the last few days it seems like something. Is there a problem?"

The man rested his back on the back of the chair.

"I'm afraid we're going to have a problem?"

"What problem?"

"Don't you know, I feel like you're dealing with something?"

"No, you know!" Arfan answered.

"Honestly, are we in trouble?" Dygta leaned his body.

"Nothing, what problem? You're overreacting."

"Who knows if your business has a problem, or something has happened?"

"No dear, why do you think so?"

"You've been acting weird these days."

Arfan chuckling.

"Darling!"

"There's nothing, believe me. Our business is good, even better every day. And we should be grateful for that. What are you worried about?"

Dygta.

"I'm just making sure Ara's doing okay. And he's in a safe neighborhood."

"What about Clarra?"

"That's how."

"What's the situation so bad that you have to put someone else near Ara?"

"So far it is still safe, but there is no harm if we anticipate things that are not desirable. You don't know how dangerous Larra is, she could have done everything to achieve her goal. It even attracts people who are not directly related if it is necessary. And the relationship between Galang and Ara could clearly be an opportunity for the woman to do far away."

"It doesn't look good."

"Indeed. It should have been that time Mr. Satria just imprisoned him, so he would not do anything like this. But she still appreciates him as an ex-wife, so what Larra should have gotten her gave to Clarra. But still, it's boomerang now."

"Is there some kind of Aunt Larra?"

"So, that's proof."

"Did she ever do anything bad to Mama after parting ways with Papi?"

"Never. But a few times it came closer."

"Successfully?"

"Of course not. What can he do if I'm still in Nikolai Group?"

"You control everything, right?"

"That's you know. And it should be so too. But honey, he's too relaxed."

"Could he be like you?"

"Of course you can. If he's observant, he can use his authority as Dimitri's assistant to do anything. But unfortunately he only adheres to the standard rules where he acts as Dimitri's subordinate and only works if ordered. Even for something like this he still asked Andra." 

"Tell him!"

"Oh, yesterday. We are just waiting for his actions. I hope he doesn't let loose."

"Then Piere?"

"I just assigned him to look after Ara. We don't know what Larra's gonna do, but just in case it's gonna have to. She's a very dangerous woman. His son alone could he treat like that let alone others."

"Will Ara not suspect?"

"I don't think so. They've been friends for a long time, haven't they? And the best thing about that friendship was that Ara always trusted Piere, no matter what he said. So using it as a bodyguard without knowing it is a very good idea."

"Hm …."

"I just want my son to be safe. If only it wasn't Larra, I wouldn't be this extreme guarding Ara."

"Yes, I know."

"So relax. We will also be able to eat the next days calmly. Can take care of her sisters without always feeling worried."

Dygta nodded his head.

"What time are the kids coming home?" Arfan looked at his watch.

"Aksa and Asha at two. Arkhan and Ann at three."

"It's too busy for our kids?"

"Lumayan. The extra-curriculars are many now." 

"Yes, but pity, surely they are often exhausted" said Arfan.

"That's how it is, but I think it's better this way than they're hanging out on the street."

"Yes, you're right about this."

"Eat him."

Then they continued the lunch with another conversation as usual

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