My Only One's

CCTV

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“Come, I'll accompany you home? I'm behind as usual.” Galang said before wearing his helmet.

“But it rains.” Clarra looked up at the sky which started to lower her little water points. ”Why not come with me?” Then he offered.

“If you come in your car, tomorrow I ribet.” Error answering.

“Of course your car is badly damaged to the point that tomorrow it still can not be used?”

“Actually not really.”

“What's broken? How strange is a new car already damaged?” Clarra kept saying the same thing as before.

“Only tyres only.”

“Outside just tires? Stay replaced with a new one, beres.”

“I save it first, later if the situation is safe then I use it again.” accidentally the sentence was thrown from his mouth.

“What?” Clarra almost abandoned her intention to get into the car.

“Umm .. I mean, later if I want.” The man smiled. “Hurry up, before the rain really drops.” he said again, and he was actually wearing his helmet.

They drove along with Galang with his motorbike running behind Clarra's car. 

The rain did not fall too heavy, but enough to make the weather in the afternoon cooler than usual. It even tends to be cold followed by a strong wind.

And as always, congestion in the area is certainly not inevitable in every hour of home all offices are almost the same. And density is always happening along the way in Jakarta's business area. But because of the rain, the atmosphere is not as bad as usual. 

And in the density of the streets that afternoon, the unusual sight became the only thing that diverted him from the rain that began to fall.

When looking at the condition of Amara's shop which is quite quiet at the hour usually the place is crowded. Perhaps the rain also had an effect because it made people reluctant to stop by the place.

And Galang stopped the speed of his motorbike right in front of the tavern when other vehicles also stopped because the red light at the crossroads was on. Clarra's car is on her right.

Of course, the view from here is very clear, so he does not have to look openly to be able to see the situation in the tavern which is quite quiet. There are only a few visitors who shelter in there, and the rest are only employees who fill their time by cleaning up some things.

Also Amara who seemed to be sitting by the window with the laptop on, and a foreign man opposite her. They seem to talk about a lot of things.

Oh, whoa! It was not a foreign man, and Galang knew him well enough. He said he remembered the man he had seen at a hotel in Paris with Amara.

What the hell is he doing here? His mind, and he tried to restrain himself. Although his chest started to rumble and his heart churned. But Galang tried to maintain his consciousness given his current position.

Huh, move on move on your head! Just saw him talk to another man, you're already in the fog. But you have let each other go.

Iyeakah?

He let go, while I?

Then the man turned to the right where Clarra was. The woman who was almost two months into his lover.

You're crazy, aren't you? Then what is he? Didn't you make a commitment to him? Don't be such a loser! One side speaks.

Then Galang shook his head, trying to get that thought out of his head.

The red light in front turned green, and slowly the vehicle started moving as it was. They continued their journey home that afternoon.

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"Is the rain always this great?" Piere stared out the window where the water coming down from the sky was noticeably bushy than he had ever seen.

"Sometimes. After this half the city will flood, and everyone can't go anywhere. Next, no one comes." Amara closed the laptop and tidied up the note.

"It's a shame, but nature can't be predicted." And the Parisian youth took a sip of his hot chocolate that he had just brought.

"Hmm .. and sometimes that becomes an obstacle for small entrepreneurs who want to start a business. Just like me."

"True, true."

"But how is the development seen from the beginning you opened this shop?"

"Pretty good. Although there is an occasional decrease in certain days, but overall everything is good. The name is also selling, yes it must go up and down."

Piere looked to nod his head.

"Oh yeah, how's your dad doing? Who would she stay with if you left? Especially so far? Is she gonna be okay?" Amara switched the subject.

"He's kind. My father's independent. She's been used to doing everything herself since my mom left, remember?"

"Yes, is it just that your brother is close?"

"Not really, after our family was completely separated. Even those who live in one city do not necessarily visit each other."

"Wow, so?"

"Yes, isn't it here?"

"Of course not. You can still live in your family's house even if you're married."

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"How can you?"

"Yes, if you're not financially established you can still stay with your parents."

Piere laughing.

"How can we live with our parents? It feels so weird. I've grown up like this but still living with my dad doesn't feel right. While my friends have focused on their own lives."

"No, it's ordinary here."

"How can you be self-sufficient if things are like that?"

"Either, it may be independent if they want to be independent."

"Can it be like that?"

"It's normal here."

The man chuckled while shaking his head, then went back to drinking his warm chocolate.

"The ardi? I don't think there will be any more guests." Amara looked at the clock on her phone screen.

It was eight o'clock in the night and the tavern was completely deserted.

"You close?"

"Where is it? Clossing is okay now, right? The rain stopped. Pity you guys if it'll be right back in the rain?"

"I'm up to Brother."

"Yes, you three sorted out first, one person clossing huh? If later someone comes easy." said Amara who checks the situation outside which is already completely deserted. Other than the vehicles that passed by on the highway, no one came to the place.

It looks like the rain does make everyone reluctant to go out of the house again after activities.

"Good Brother." Ardi who was with his three colleagues immediately split the task.

"Oh yeah, does this store have cctv?" Piere returned to talk after Amara was done with her employee affairs.

"I don't think so." The girl looked at every corner of the room.

"Why not?"

"I don't think it matters."

"Even for security?"

"Here's safe Piere."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, in the front building there is security, and next to us too. Not to mention every night there was always a special patrol. So I guess we don't need it. I live here too, right?"

"You know, we don't know what's gonna happen next. So before bad things happen we better anticipate them."

"What could possibly happen? You're just there?" 

"i'm serious. All business places, whatever the form should have a monitoring tool. We don't know what could've happened."

"Is that?" 

"Yes." Yeah."

"You think we need to install a cctv?"

"Necessary."

Amara thought for a moment.

"I'll put it up. You just buy the stuff."

"Do you know anything about cctv installations and stuff?"

"Know."

"Times?"

"You don't know, if besides cooking I can do other things."

"Oh yeah?"

"Trust me."

"Hmmm .." Amara squinted.

"Seriously. To be safer." Piere.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"Yes, later after the order for the hospital is complete."

"Must be faster …."

"Yes Monsieur! I must have bought it. So you can put it up, okay?" 

"Smart." Piere laughed too. "Well, then it looks like I should go home too?" The man got up.

"Can you go home alone? Won't get lost?"

"will not. Once I go down that road I've memorized. Anyway, I can use tofu gps?" He showed me his cell phone that was on.

"But be careful. Gps can be wrong too."

"I'll call you when that happens." Piere laughed again.

"alright. Or if you want you can go home with Ardi and Raka. It looks like they are passing through the area as well" said Amara, who saw her employees were ready to go home.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"okay." Then the employees immediately came out of the quiet shop before it rained again.

And Amara checked a few things, again making sure everything was as safe as ever, when she heard the front door open and close quickly.

"Tu as rete quelque pose, Piere? (did anyone miss Piere?)." He walked quickly forward.

"Ou avez-vous oblie le chemin du return? (or did you forget the way home?)" he said, laughing.

But he was stunned when the person in question was not Piere, but Galang who was standing by the door with his clothes soaked.

Amara looked out the window, and it was raining.

"Brother from where? Why are these nights here? Where's the rain again?" He walked over.

Amara scanned the state of the man whose jacket was so wet and still drained the water dots. Moreover, the pants are really attached to his long legs.

"I ... out of the workshop. Coincidentally passing so …"

"Wait a minute." Amara cut her words.

He then ran to the second floor, and returned quickly while carrying a towel which he then gave to Galang.

"Open the jacket, it's so wet? Intentionally raining? What if it hurts?" The girl pulled off the jacket that was lining Galang's body.

"Wet wet again? How is this brother?" his scolding and he rubbed the man's back slowly.

Touching a shirt that was also as big as his outer clothes.

"Wear the motor? Why not use a car? Do you know the rainy season?" Amara looked again to the outside where Galang's green motorbike was parked.

"My car's still in the workshop, so …"

"What's broken? That time wasn't the tires, was it?" He attached a towel to Galang's body, then rubbed his back.

"Hm …."

But then Amara stopped her activities, then immediately took two steps back when she realized something.

He looked over, then turned his body.

"Sister should ask someone to bring clothes. Or do I want to order?" Amara was doubtful.

"I'd like to get people from Nikolai Group, closer." Galang took the phone out of the inside of his jacket pocket and made a call.

"okay."

Then soon a man came tumbling through the rain, handing over the large parcel he had brought from the building on the other side of the block. And leave immediately without waiting for any more orders.

"Sister can change clothes above" said Amara.

"Can I?"

The girl nodded her head. Then he immediately drove Galang to the second floor where his room was.

He scanned the entire room whose walls were dominated by the bright green tosca. It also has some typical female ornaments. Then hang a light purple curtain that adds a sweet impression to the room that is not too big.

Some photos and displays become fillers for the wall so that it makes the situation a little lively in there.

Galang grunted softly when in recognizing some items. Some of it was his gift while they were still in contact and Amara brought the whole thing to that place. It seemed like he had indeed created his own world that no one else would touch.

"Sister?" Amara knocked on the door from the outside when after some time Galang did not come down.

In fact, the man was even engrossed in enjoying the atmosphere of the room as soon as he finished cleaning himself and getting dressed. 

He turned to the tightly shut door as he sat on the edge of Amara's bed.

"Sister?" The girl knocked again. Though hesitant, but he had to do it.

Galang got up while tidying up his shirt, then put on his suit to dispel the cold that increasingly dominates the air around.

"Yes, I'm done." she replied.

Slowly Amara pressed the door handle and pushed it until it opened wide. Then the man appeared in long trousers and a shirt covered in a gray suit without buttoning it too neatly. Because it is not the time to work.

"Umm... Maybe you want to eat first? I'll make it. After that just come home." bargained, and he did not take his eyes off Galang.

"No need. I'd better go home now." The man also answered.

"But it's still raining outside." They glanced out the window.

"Not as great as that" said Galang.

"Mm .. Okay."

"Do you have a plastic bag or something? I have to bring her wet clothes .. Dan …." Galang then glanced at his clothes that were barking in front of the shower camera.

"It's here, just a minute." Then the owner of the room broke into and approached a closet at the end of the room.

He opened the door, then took out a sizable tote bag from inside.

"Can this be?" He showed it to Galang.

"Can." And the man nodded.

Then Amara put Galang's wet clothes into the bag.

"Be careful, you are slippery if it rains." Then he handed the thing to her.

"Yes, I know."

The two corners of Amara's lips were slightly attracted forming a faint smile.

"I stopped by just to see how you're doing."

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." Thank you." Amara answered.

"I know you're gonna be okay. Many will protect you even if things aren't okay out there."

The girl frowned.

"And I just …." Hanging his words.

"Just want to see you like this before you have to move away."

"What?"

"Something might not be too good so .. I should …."

Amara waited for the man to continue his sentence.

"I have to go home." continued Galang who almost turned the body when Amara also intended to follow him out of the room.

But then he turned back and made them collide. And something happens when the distance between the two disappears.

And something moved him not to waste the opportunity. Soon he dropped the tote bag containing his wet clothes and switched to scooping Amara's slender waist, and pulled her into a hug.

"Sister!" The girl screamed in surprise.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help myself." Galang whispered, then he pushed her near the closet so that Amara was cornered between the object and her tall body.

"Ughhh!!"

The man lowered his head and a second later he had already snatched a kiss from Amara without warning. Which then made him immediately washed away and did not let them escape again.

"Mmm ..." The girl in her cage was heard muttering and occasionally thrashing. But Galang did not loosen his grip even a bit. 

"Sister!" Amara pushed her chest close to clinging and tried to dodge, but the man seemed to be paying attention to hearing.

Galang even more tightened their bodies, and held the girl's face to stop moving and she immediately deepened her kiss.

"Hmmpp .." Amara felt her lips tremble and her passionate fondling. He even started getting carried away and almost lost his mind.

Feeling the touch and fondling of the man who returned reminded him of so many memories they had shared.

A happy laugh, a cheerful joke, and all the sweet things that became the only things he remembered in the grandness of the shadows in his head.

Galang, why are you always like this? I have been struggling to let you go. Butwhy?

Inner raging.

His heart refused, and the voices in his head screamed loudly reminiscent.

But apparently, Galang's dominance over him was so strong, that after a while his body gave up as well.

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