My Only One's

Restraint

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"Pregnant?" Arfan stared at the phone screen as soon as he answered a video call from his daughter.

"Where, have you seen the video I sent you yet?" Amara's face filled the screen.

"It."

"What do you think of Papa?"

"good. You made it?"

"Yes dong." Amara is proud. Knowing his efforts to make cooking video content for the purposes of viewing on his social media account does not disappoint.

"Great. In addition to learning to cook, apparently you learn video editing there too huh?" praise Arfan to his daughter.

"Little bit. Mimpung has a director's theme."

"really?"

"Film director?" Dygta then entered the conversation.

"Advertising." Amara chuckles.

"Mommy thinks the film director."

"Not yet Mom, she just made a short film doang kayak that I posted on my Ig last week. The rest is to make advertising food products." The girl explained.

"Is that a signal that you will continue your ad or film studies? You seem serious enough?" Arfan fixed his seat as soon as Dygta slipped into his arms.

"Not yet, I want to focus here. Next week I have exams, and the following months of graduation. Then I can think again." Amara answered.

"All right."

"Papa?"

"Yes?"

"If I don't come home this year, is it okay?" Though hesitating, Amara asked.

Arfan and Dygta were silent for a while.

"You two years did not come home, brother. Right after you get in there." Dygta.

"Why? Are you really going to go to college for another major?" Then Arfan asked.

"It's okay, I think I'd like to try working here first." The child answered.

"Work?"

"Yes, I think I should practice what I've learned" he replied, diplomatically.

"Here?"

"Yes, where else?"

"Why not here? We also have a hotel and a few restaurants. Maybe you want to work for one of them. Rather than working in the land of people, right, better to practice it in their own business?" Dygta explained what was on his mind at the moment.

"The thing is I want another atmosphere Mom." Amara answered again.

"What other atmosphere? Two years you studied in Paris must have known how the atmosphere is? Still, the most convenient is home."

"Um, .. indeed. But I want to get some experience here first. How work and all sorts of things, which have nothing to do with at home."

"After graduation you should go home, brother, our business also needs your involvement."

"But Mommy, ...."

Dygta opened his mouth again to speak, but Arfan immediately touched his hand to stop him.

"Take as much time as you want. Find as much experience and knowledge as you can, and go home later if you've had enough." The man said.

"Really Pah?" Amara did not seem to believe what her father said.

"Yes." Yeah." The man nodded his head.

"Maybe it'll keep me from coming home for years ...."

"It's okay. Do what you want to do." Arfan repeated his words.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Darling?" Dygta reacted, but Arfan gestured.

"As Papa said earlier, look for experience and knowledge that much there. Whatever it is, and go home if you've had enough."

"Okay if that's it." The girl replied with a face.

"You sure?" Dygta did not expect at all this he would hear.

"Yes. And maybe after this I will rarely call. Must concentrate on learning the same practice Mom. So if for example I'm a little difficult to contact, Mommy, don't worry? I must be fine."

"What are you talking about? Sure you're gonna be okay, what are you gonna do besides college?" Dygta is stalling for time to figure out how to persuade the boy to come home.

"No, I'm afraid Mommy's worried that I'm not calling." Amara recalled some calls from her mother that she could not answer because of busyness.

"At least don't disappear suddenly, then Mommy won't worry. What's papa?"

Amara laughs.

"What do you mean?" Arfan reacts.

"Well, if that's the case, I'll have to clear up my college work first." Amara almost ended the call.

"Well, brother, be careful there?"

"Okay, Papa and Mommy too?"

"But your mama's phone first Brother." Dygta.

"Yes, I'm calling Mama."

"Good." And then the conversation ended.

"Hmmm ...." Dygta seemed to sigh deeply, then exhaled slowly.

"Not to worry. Ara's an adult, she must know what she's doing." Arfan patted the void behind his body.

"Why do I feel like there's something weird, huh?" Dygta looked up to her husband.

"What's weird? You're just there?" Arfan laughing.

"You are too relaxed, and calm when Ara, whose supervision you never let go, suddenly you are free to make your own choices. You even let her go to school abroad without any worries?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"Nothing, it's just it's not like you."

"You're not angry." The man chuckled, while Dygta shook his head.

"You deliberately let Ara do everything she wanted to keep her away from Galang huh?"

"Geez!" Arfan snorted loudly. "Just talk about it?"

"Didn't you like it to Galang so your daughter would rather go far away so they wouldn't be together?"

"Your mind is too far, dear."

"I don't think so, but your actions are too far away."

"What evidence?"

"Yes this. You free Ara to choose what she likes, and do what she wants. Didn't that before?"

"Isn't that good? Give him a little freedom he should have? Didn't you always tell me that times have changed now, and I can't restrain Ara?" The man reminded.

"After I thought, your words had a point as well. In this age, we cannot manage our children to be who we want them to be. And having to let them choose to live up to their wishes is better. What was my mistake?"

Dygta.

"My obsession with making Ara like me was wrong, she had a different personality, and it was impossible to follow in my footsteps. And I should have let it be that way. Wh-wh-what for? To make her happy with her life. Whatever it is."

"Since childhood I've always determined what's good, what's appropriate, and what he's supposed to do. Even though my presence on his side was barely felt. You know for yourself, how I work. And if for something this big I'm still interfering, then what kind of father am I? I wanted to make up for those lost years by letting her decide for herself whatever she wanted to live. No need to show, or define anymore. Because this is no longer the time for us to organize or say our wishes for his life. Because in the end our contribution is no more than just accompanying. The rest he's doing."

"And do not always connect everything with Galang. Why the hell are you always like that? This has nothing to do with the kid. They no longer seem to be communicating, let alone connecting?"

"Times?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where do you know?"

"What?"

Arfan turned on his phone, then he gave it to Dygta. There are pictures that someone sent to the man's number that contained mostly about the togetherness of Galang with Clarra. Not too close, but they look familiar.

"Clarra?"

"As you can see for yourself. These last two weeks they seem to have been together a lot, but never before."

"You're spying on them huh? Habit!" Dygta returned the flat object to her husband.

"It's up to you to call it what. But for sure I have to make sure what kind of man tries to take Ara away from me."

"What's? You're talking like Galang's gonna take him from you? How strange!"

"I'm just making sure, honey."

"Do you know how to do it yourself?"

"Yes, but something can make him waver, right? And that two years was long enough to make someone tired of waiting so he finally moved on."

"How not to falter, instead they've broken up huh? oh, what a pity. Long distance connections can also. Why did they have to break up?" Dygta with a disappointed look.

He really likes Galang like the parents in general. After all, who would not be impressed by the young man? His good attitude is always a positive value for anyone. Not to mention jobs that add value in the eyes of anyone. Which parents will not be impressed?

"I call it the way of life, dear. Maybe they're not together yet, or maybe they shouldn't be together."

"Ah, disappointing."

Arfan laughed quite loudly.

"Is that what you like about Galang?"

"I just saw him so well, he's smart and he works hard. How do I not like it?"

"I'm also smart and diligent at work, you know?" Arfan leaned his body.

"If it is not doubted. No one can match you when it comes to work."

"Why are you so disappointed that Galang had to break up with Ara?"

"Not disappointed either, it's just .. it's not discussed anymore." Dygta also fixed the side of his bed.

"Yes already, so we agreed to let Ara with her ideals?" Arfan makes sure there will be no more debate about their adult daughter.

"Yes, what can I do? If so, let it be."

"Good darling." The man rubbed Dygta's cheek with the back of his hand.

"Ah, ... Then, it's lucky to be Ara." Dygta then dropped his head on the pillow.

"Lucky?"

"Yes, he is now free to do what he wants."

"You mean?"

"Let him live in my day, surely he would not be able to do that. Moreover, you are always watching."

"Hey!"

"Ara is very lucky only you keep an eye on her, but you're not bridled. He is free to go anywhere, with anyone, and do anything. Greatable. I'd love to be Ara."

"What did you say?"

"none. Go to sleep, it's night." The woman pulled the blanket over her entire body.

Arfan no longer speaks. He simply leaned his back on the head of the bed, then fell silent with both hands folded on his chest.

Dygta is the same. He tried to close his eyes. But it did not work because it felt too quiet.

"Darling, are you asleep?" Then she looked over and found her silent husband.

"What's wrong?" Dygta twisted the body so he faced Arfan.

"So you've felt like I've been bridled all this time?" The man spoke in a soft voice.

"What?"

"I just feel like that's how I look after you, knowing that you act recklessly and recklessly. But never thought that you'd feel that my battery was holding you back?"

"Eh?"

Arfan sighed and exhaled slowly.

"After so many years, and our children are that big, only to know that you have been feeling restrained? How disappointing. It turns out that living with me isn't that happy, is it?" The man restored his curly hair, then lowered his body so that he lay down.

"I don't mean it. I'm just being ...."

"Dy's asleep, it's night" said Arfan, who turned his back on his wife after turning off the lights.

"Darling, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just talking."

"It's okay, you have the right to say anything." Arfan replied without looking back where Dygta was stunned.

"But don't do this, I'm so bad for you?"

"Don't feel that way. You are free to say whatever you want to say. And if you want, I'll set you free to do anything from now on."

"What do you mean?" Dygta leaned towards Arfan with a laugh.

"What are you talking about?"

The man fell silent.

"Darling?" Dygta shook Arfan's body, but the man did not respond.

"Come on, you're mad at me, aren't you?" Dygta lowered her head to look at her husband's face to make it clearer.

"No, sleep." Arfan avoids.

"Why are you doing this?"

"No, I just feel disappointed. It turned out that my efforts were only that." replied Arfan.

"Duh?"

"Sleep Dy." The man did not change his position. He closed his eyes while Dygta was still looking at him as he was.

"Ck! What's wrong with you?" The woman laughed again while embracing her husband's body.

"I'll just talk, not mean to bring anything up."

Arfan speechless.

"Darling?"

"Hmmm ...." Arfan murmuring.

"You're going to sleep?"

"Yes, it's night. I'm sleepy." Arfan closed his eyes again.

"But I haven't." The woman whispered near his ear.

"Darling?" Call Dygta again as if the man is not nearby.

Arfan didn't answer.

"You want to do something?" said Dygta who made the man instantly open his eyes.

Not yet Arfan replied, Dygta had already pulled him so he was on his back, and the woman immediately climbed into his body.

"It's Dy's night." Arfan.

"Why indeed? Isn't nice? The children were already sleeping and everyone had already returned to their resting places. We are ...." She smiled and bit her lower lip.

He then lowered his head to grab Arfan's lips which immediately got a welcome from the man. He will never be able to resist Dygta no matter what. Although annoyed he could feel because of his words just now.

Soon they were swept away in an intoxicating fondle, which led them to a beautiful union that had always been the most joyful of their times. Although the age was no longer young, but their feelings and passion never diminished in the slightest.

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