My Only One's

Risks

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Galang opened his eyes slowly as his ears caught the sound of chatter all around. And he found Clarra as well as her parents talking.

The man tried to squirm but finally let out a sigh as he felt pain in his body. The three of them turned their attention to him.

"Lang?" Clarra's approaching.

"Why does my body hurt so much? What the hell's going on? Ah shit!" The man complained as he revealed the blanket covering his body and then got up.

"Don't you remember last night being beaten?" Mayang also moved from his seat.

"Huh?" The son looked up.

"Yes, last night you brought Ara's employees here. Said you almost fainted?"

"Mh …." He twisted his brain hard to remember.

And indeed he immediately remembered the incident last night when a car pushed him to the left side to make the motor he was driving and then fell. And before long a man beat him up so he had no chance to even get up.

"Certainly so?"

"Yes, I remember." Error answering.

"Who's the guy? You familiar?"

Galang shook his head.

"He wears a face cover. How do I know?"

"Is it possible that my father?" Clarra.

"What?"

"Or maybe Mama's man?"

"Huh?"

"Your mother called again. And lastly he said that I would regret having rejected him. Soon you're like this."

Galang was silent for a while, and he immediately recalled what the man who beat him said last night.

"He also said something about it" he later said.

"What did he say?" Andra appeared after finishing some of her affairs outside.

"Umm .. she said if I stopped her from approaching you. And my life won't be saved."

Almost everyone held their breath, especially Mayang.

"What have you done that someone threatened you like that?" The woman approached.

"Nothing, just …."

"We went to see my real mama, Mom. And made me face him and ask him not to bother anymore. Because all this time, that's what he's been doing. But apparently Mama didn't take it." Clarra explained.

"Why did you do that? She's the one who gave birth to you." replied Mayang.

"Because its existence has made my life a mess. I was depressed after she suddenly came and claimed to be my real mother."

"It shouldn't be like that, Clarra. She's your mom, after all."

"Yes, maybe I was wrong for rejecting it. What he is doing now we cannot accept. He came for one thing."

"What?"

"Taking what I have, not wanting to be close to me, let alone mending this relationship."

"Oh, .... You sure?"

"The information is like that, ma'am. I'm sorry, I've involved Galang in this business, but Mama shouldn't be, but …."

"Cla's boyfriend, maybe he's angry because he feels I'm blocking you" Galang said.

"Yes, I know. He was like that. Everything he had to get without thinking about other people's circumstances. It was fitting for her husband to divorce her because he felt he could not stand it. Mama's that selfish."

"Where do you know?" Galang asked.

"I called her husband earlier, and the answer was as I had expected. They were officially divorced a month ago, and that's why Mama came back to Jakarta."

"And Mr. Arfan is right, he's after the Om Satria-given asset I have."

He pulled and exhaled slowly.

"Sorry Lang, it has already implicated you in this matter. I don't mean …."

Galang shook his head.

"Have you done an investigation into this matter sir?" Then he turned to Andra.

"It has. Our men have been deployed to look for Larra and Raffi." The man replied.

"My dad?" Clarra reacts.

"Yes. Your father's name is Raffi. He used to work as a staff Pak Satria was also assigned to supervise Bu Larra."

"Yes God! Mama's having an affair with her husband's own clerk? Can't be trusted!" Clarra shook her head while rubbing her face.

"I didn't say that, but …."

"But that's the truth sir. He felt scared and ran away from me. He knew that Om Satria would not forgive him."

Andra nodded her head.

"Be patient Clarra, we can't deny what happened." Mayang rubbed the woman's back.

"It's okay, ma'am, it's true. And I accept it now. Galang still survived, and that's all that matters."

"Then what are we going to do?" Clarra turned back to Andra.

"We're looking for their whereabouts. It's a bit difficult because it seems that Bu Larra has already estimated everything. He had already planned everything carefully so, .. yes it takes time to find him."

"Well, please try to find my Mom and Dad as soon as possible."

"Do you allow us to process it legally? Because what they do is already a criminal act. Committing terror, threatening and almost taking people's lives. Not to mention the destruction of the goods."

"Destroying things?"

"Firing against a galang car?" Andra made her words clear.

"So your car's a workshop because of that?"

"It's just the tires."

"Yes, fortunately the tires were shot, not your head." Andra continued, making Clarra's eyes rounded instantly.

"Galm! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm afraid I'm gonna worry you, Cla!"

"Ughh! You!" The woman snarled.

"It's okay sir, just do it. Rather than Mama doing something worse" he said later.

 

"Well then, we'll work on it as soon as possible."

Clarra nodded her head.

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"Hey, careful! You want to endanger people, right?" Daryl holds a tray in Nania's hand full of food ordered by visitors.

The girl looked overwhelmed by the object and she almost tripped.

"Why not some of it first?" said the man.

"Stage Sir." Nania also answered. "They've been waiting a long time."

"Yes, but not like this either. You think you can carry this much stuff?" Daryl took the tray from Nania.

"Usually you can too, don't you?"

"What did you say?"

"I can, so bring that much. You don't have to pay attention to me!" Nania recaptured the tray she had just brought from Daryl then immediately delivered it to the customer's desk.

While the man was watching her with a frown.

"Why is that him?"

Moments later Nania returns to the pantry and takes the next order for her to deliver to the next table.

"It looks like we'll be closed later in the afternoon, right?" Amara left after finishing her job.

"Why?" Daryl put the tray down after dropping off the order.

"Let's not be too bothered. Pity the children as hard as they are."

"Hmm .. Can't you make the order? Not for lunch, right?"

"Let's relax, brother. No hurry."

"Oh, …." Daryl nodded his head.

"Huffthhh …." Nania put the tray on the pantry table, then wiped her sweaty forehead.

"After this close the tavern, huh Nan?" amara said to her employees.

"Kok closed?"

"Let you rest. We start the food process."

"No dear? Usually that night's rame."

"It's okay this time. Next week if there is no order we open regular kayak again."

"That's it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes already. I'm gonna go down the close sign." 

"okay."

"Hey, what's your hand?" Daryl pointed at Nania's arm which had a large bluish bruise.

"Huh? Where's?"

"This?" He pointed his tip at the girl.

Nania was silent for a while, then covered the part with her other hand.

"No why."

"You fell, or hit something?" ask the man again.

"It's okay, why do you ask so much?" Nania with a dislike tone.

"Why are you? Am I just asking? Just getting angry?"

"Finally, you're so familiar!" the girl then left when she saw the new visitor. As usual, he greeted her.

"Ish not polite! You're a Junior High!" Daryl grumbling.

And that made Amara laugh at him.

"Cieee .. circumcise Nania, cieeee .." she said, half mocking.

"What?"

"Cieee .. start wondering, cieeee …." Amara laughed again.

"What are you guys doing? Why is everyone acting so weird?"

"Nothing, just a strange brother. Cieeeee .. don't make sure I get married." The girl continued to laugh, while Daryl gave an upset look.

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