My Only One's

Arfan Rage

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"You're done?" Clarra approached after learning that Galang had stopped his breakfast.

The man nodded his head.

"Aren't you spending it?" Clarra stared at the food that was still intact.

"I'm not in taste." The man attached his back to the pillow stacked behind his body.

"Hm …"

"I'm still sleepy, what time do we go home?" said Galang.

"A little while after the last check. Obviously you're still sleepy, what time did you sleep last night? I'm going to the bathroom at two o'clock you're still going back and forth?" Clarra took out a tray of food then placed it on the nightstand.

"I can't sleep."

"Why? The pain still feels?"

"No, not about the pain."

"Keep why?"

Steady for a moment.

"My feeling is not good. I feel like I've been agitated all night."

"Why anxiety?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you're nervous because you're home today." Clarra chuckled a little.

"Hmm... Could it be because I'm excited?"

"Maybe."

"Never feel this excited when I know I'm coming home."

"Yes, sometimes we'll miss home a lot when it's been gone too long."

"Hum?" Galang turned to look at him with a frown.

"Wait for mom and dad to come to your apartment?" Mayang appeared after tidying himself up.

"Where else is he going?" Error answering.

"Where else? Yes go home. Time here continues."

"Home straight home? Can you leave me now?" React error.

"Oh, you're also ordinary."

"Aren't I sick, Mom?"

"Just bruising, still walking. Don't cry."

"Why is that your mother?"

"What should mother do? Carrying you like a baby? Or pamper you like a child? Which one to choose?"

"Ck!" Galang clucked in annoyance.

Arif could be heard chuckling at the back, making his son and wife look at him simultaneously.

"Enough Bu joked. Looks like our son wants to be taken care of by his parents. What's wrong if we stay another day or two?" The father said.

"We've been over in Jakarta Well, mom can't take it."

"Can't do what? Mommy doesn't work here?"

"In fact, most mothers are silent to be saturated."

"Once in a while, you relax."

"Lacerate what? I don't usually relax."

Then the conversation stopped when a doctor and his nurse came in.

"Good morning? Eager to go home today?" said the doctor.

"Yes, of course, doctor." Galang answered cheerfully.

"Well, then we'll check again?" The doctor also did his job.

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"Ran?" Galang greeted Rania who had just entered the lobby. He was almost discharged after completing a series of hospital procedures.

"Hey, you want to go home?" Rania stopped in front of him.

"What do you want? I don't want to go home anymore." The man chuckled.

"Rubbery. The guy I want to look at the others."

"Oh yeah? Who is sick?" Mayang.

"That's …."

"Already Zai? I just asked Om Andra, they're on the third floor." Dimitri also appeared while putting his phone in a suit pocket after making a call.

"Oh, okay."

"Sir?" Galang also greeted his boss, but with a frown. He wondered why these people were in the hospital.

"Hey, you're home now?" Dimitri answered his subordinates with a question.

"Yes sir."

"Thank God. Then we go upstairs first, huh? Come Zai?" The man grabbed Rania's hand.

"Wait, who's sick? Why don't I know?" Clarra asked as well.

"Oh, you don't know? Or no one has told you yet?" Rania.

"What about?" The guy who almost checked his phone.

"On Ara."

"Pregnant?"

"Yes, yesterday afternoon he had an accident. His car was hit by an unknown person until it was mentally distant. And now he's being treated upstairs. Not yet conscious post-opration last night." Rania.

"What?" The four people in front of him reacted simultaneously.

"Yes, I don't know how it is yet. Papi same Mama hard to contact, while Om Andra also less responding."

"Lumayan. He said his hand bones were badly injured. His face was covered in glass. People really hard collision is certainly severe, there is no way abrasions doang right?" Rania answered again.

"Come on Zai." Dimitri took her away again.

"Pamit huh? Hope you get well Lang." said Rania who immediately followed her husband.

"What was the noise last night?" Arif muttered while staring at the departure of two people just now.

"Dad knows?"

"Evenings after from outside father did see there was a fuss in the IGD. He said two people were victims of the accident. Maybe Ara?" 

Galang felt his heart break, it felt even more painful than when he was beaten that night. Makes him feel unable to take it anymore. His phone even fell down because his mind had drifted out of nowhere.

"What floor did they say?" His voice sounded vibrating.

"Third floor or how many?" Arif answered.

Then without saying a word, Galang immediately ran following Rania and Dimitri towards the elevator, leaving everyone nearby shocked.

"Groof!" Mayang even screamed because he was so surprised.

But his son did not hear. He even ran ahead of Rania into the elevator when it opened.

"Where are you going?" Rania also rushed in, followed by Dimitri of course.

Galang did not answer, but he continued to press the button up on the elevator wall until the door was closed and the iron box moved upwards.

"Oh, hurry up!" The man stared at the elevator door. The trip to the third floor felt so slow and he immediately felt unable to bear it.

"Hurry now!" He crept the hair on his head in frustration, while the two people nearby looked at each other.

"Please hurry!" Galang's body sagged and he crouched down with both hands still on his head. The longer you feel frustrated.

Until the elevator stopped and the door opened, Galang immediately got up and ran back.

"Where?" He paused for a moment.

"Where's Ran's room?" Then Galang asked while circulating his gaze throughout the visible area.

Then he found Satria who was talking to someone.

Galang was back running, and some people welcomed when they realized his arrival.

"Lang?" Andra was the first to say hello.

"Why didn't anyone tell?" he said with a loud voice.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he said again, and he slowed down the step towards the door where he saw Mytha had just come out.

"How .... How's he doing?" He keeps advancing. And without waiting for long, he immediately pushed open the door and entered the room.

His heart certainly felt broken when he saw the scenery inside there. Where Amara lay weakly with all the medical equipment attached to her body.

Most of his body was wrapped in thick turban, as well as a neck brace that supported his face so that it remained in a stable position.

"Pregnant?" Her steps were shaky, and the man was thinking of nothing at the moment other than Amara.

"Ara, what's wrong with you?" he said, and he almost cried.

"What are you doing?" Galang got closer to the bed and found the girl who was sleeping so deeply.

"Ara, what's going on?" He lowered his head with both hands framing Amara's face.

"What's going on? Why are you like this?" he said, and he put both of them on his forehead.

"Pregnant?" Galang.

"How dare you come here?" Arfan who had not left the room since last night immediately approached Galang and pulled the man away from his daughter. 

"Keep your hands away from my daughter! And move!" He pushed it until Galang staggered and fell to the floor.

Arfan then pulled him back, and with all his might he grabbed the young man's clothes and pushed him until Galang was cornered behind the door.

"I told you not to see him again, but you didn't hear. Now see what you've done to him?" Arfan gripped Galang's neck.

"What are you going to do after this, huh? What are you gonna do?" The man shouted.

"Father! Stopit! Don't do this. Release!" Dygta, as usual, always tried to be a damper for her husband's anger which at times exploded whenever there was a trigger.

"This loser, put my son in danger. I told you not to see Ara but she didn't listen!" Arfan pressed Galang's neck stronger so that the man in his grip was having trouble breathing.

"Stop Honey! Don't do this. Not again, please. Ara will not suddenly heal just because you vent your anger in this way. I beg you." Dygta tried to remove her husband's hand from Galang.

While Arfan tightened his jaw, with both hands still clutching the young man's neck.

"Darling? I beg you, I beg you." Dygta kept trying to temper her husband's anger.

"Later Ara will be sad if she finds out her Papa is like this, she won't forgive us if anything happens."

"Papa, I beg you!"

Then Arfan loosened the grip on his own. Make Galang's body sag to the floor. Coughing, she crawled away as Dygta pushed back her husband.

"Get out, I don't want to see your face here?" angered Arfan who tried desperately to temper his anger. While Dygta is blocking him from what he might do again.

"Let's say!" The man shouted.

"Ssttt, Papa!" Dygta held his shoulder.

"I don't want to see your face anytime! You caused that ja*lang to target my son!" The man shouted again.

"Father!" Dygta.

Galang was stunned, and he tried to breathe as much air as possible. Although he still coughed occasionally, but he tried to get up.

Until finally some people entered because they heard the commotion inside.

"Sir?" Andra immediately approached Arfan and whispered something in his ear. While Satria helps Galang get up and pull him to the available sofa.

"You're lucky they found him. If not, then you're the one I'm going to kill!" angrily Arfan again after hearing what Andra said.

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