My Only One's

Love Actualy

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For the umpteenth time Clarra glanced at the door of Galang's room which was still tightly closed. The man even missed a break even though he reminded several times. The reason is only one, namely he wants to quickly finish his work that was abandoned.

"The bitch is home?" Dimitri walked out of his room after successfully completing his work in the late afternoon.

"Yet, maybe the job's not done yet." Clarra answered.

"Is he a lot of work? I haven't met him today."

"Lumayan."

"fast."

"Oh yeah, don't forget tomorrow morning there's a meeting with the Egyptian."

"Hmm... Is it just me?"

"It was supposed to be with Galang, but he I haven't told you yet. Umm. .. I'll tell him right now." The woman rose.

"Alright, then I'll be home soon." said Dimitri who immediately sauntered towards the elevator.

Clarra immediately entered after knocking on the door and found the man sitting in the big window frame staring out. It seemed that he was daydreaming from not realizing his arrival even though Clarra called out several times.

Clarra walked over and what she found was a scene down there that was starting to get motorized again.

Some buildings have been seen starting to turn on the lights are colorful so it looks festive.

"Lang, are you done?" For the third time he asked, this time while patting her on the shoulder.

"Umm ... yes?" Galang immediately responded, with a surprised look of course. His daydreams just froze and his mind immediately returned to his head.

"I'm calling you didn't answer?" clarra.

"really?"

"Yes, you're not even out for lunch."

"Umm .. I'm not hungry."

"alright. Is your job done? Because I have to take it now."

"Yes, already. Take it." Error answering.

"All right." Clarra also took a pile of maps that were neat as usual. But when he turned his body, again he found Galang who was drowning in his daydream.

Clarra exhaled softly, then she drew closer to the man who was engrossed in the afternoon view below.

Oh no, Galang was not enjoying the view, but was staring into a second-story building located one block away from the Nikolai Group building. And he knew exactly who the owner of the building was. And at first glance he knew what the man was thinking.

"Lang, aren't you going home?" Clarra patted his arm, and Galang regained his senses.

"Um .." The man looked at the clock on his wrist which was already showing almost five in the afternoon.

"No overtime today."  Clarra slightly chuckled at it, but then she fell silent as she looked at the soft look on her lover's face.

Lover.

"I ... does not seem to be going straight home" said Galang in a soft voice.

"Yes?"

"It looks like I'm going to stop by the hospital" she continued, though she was hesitant.

Clarra was stunned by it. It just felt clearer to him. After the day that Galang immediately ran as soon as he learned of the accident that Amara had experienced, the other things that appeared between them did indeed make things even more he did not understand. Especially with this relationship.

"I'll see Ara. Maybe until night there" he said again.

Clarra nodded her head slowly.

"It's okay?"?”

“Nothing, go.” The woman answered.

Galang stared at him for quite a long time, but his mind was only on one person.

Amara, who may be currently struggling between life and death, or facing pain that no one could have imagined. And it seemed like it would be impossible to be held back by his body.

All of a sudden he felt an enormous tightness every time he remembered the girl's agonizing roar last night. Something like sticking up in his throat and creating pain at the same time.

“I ... want to be there when he wakes up later.” he said in a choked voice.

“I ... want to accompany him when facing difficult times.”

Clarra prepared her heart and feelings. However, he had expected this before. Especially over the past few days when he caught an unusual gurgle on Galang whenever there was something related to Amara

He did not close his eyes, and also realized that all this time the man still harbored a taste for his ex-lover. It's just that Clarra's trying not to bully him at all. He chose to live this relationship in the hope that the man would be his place of shelter whenever he was in a bad state. And it was proven, during this time Galang could indeed be the person he needed. Being a place to share the taste even though he does not fully enjoy, or maybe the man feels the same way. But they live it because they feel they are both looking for the right place to share their taste.

“Are you going to decide me?” Clarra open the sound.

Galang gulped his saliva with great difficulty. But one decision he has to make, right? Although it was difficult, and there were many things he thought about, the end would eventually be just one. He will be with someone he chooses.

“You will end this relationship?” ask Clarra again.

Galang took a deep breath to say the sentence that was almost all day in his head.

“Sorry Cla, I was wrong. I can't help but care about Ara no matter how she is. I can't just take my mind off her. And moreover, I can't shake my feelings for her.”

Clarra clenched tightly between her chest and her hands. Even so, there was something else inside him that felt unwilling. This man has shown him many things and they go through pleasant days, so that he can forget and control all his depression. Not to mention what Galang did made him feel if they had a bond of their own. And what the man had experienced as accompanying him facing Larra made him have another taste.

But …

“I'm sorry Cla. I don't want to make you feel like you're just being a runaway. Although maybe that's what I've been doing all this time. Sorry, I have misunderstood my own feelings and implicated you in this. I shouldn't play with anyone when I'm hurt like that. I was wrong.”

Clarra's frozen. Something like just slipped off his shoulder, and for some reason, even though it was painful, but it was quite a relief.

The woman slightly frowned.

“I'm sorry I had to end this relationship, you can be mad at me. Maki me, hit me, or whatever. I deserve it.”

They waited, and they kept quiet for a long time. And Clarra was still clutching the map tightly to her chest.

“Sorry, that's all I can say.” he said again, then he backed off.

Then Galang twisted his body and with wide strides he intended to get out of his study.

“Lang?” Clarra called back.

“Ya?” The man held back his steps for a moment.

“You want to visit Ara?” Clarra asked, then answered with a nod by Galang.

“Can I come?” ask her again.

Galang turned his body back and saw the woman who began to sob.

“I have to apologize to Ara for saying bad things to her.” Clarra with a trembling voice.

While Galang frowned.

“Sore then, before he had an accident, I met him and asked him to no longer approach you.” he explained.

“What?” The barge is approaching.

“I asked him to no longer approach you, and said many things to him.” repeated Clarra clearly.

He could not forget that last day, which made him feel guilty every time he remembered it.

“Not him who approaches me but I always come to him Cla.” 

“I know.”

“Lantas why do you think so?”

“Only me and my thoughts, Lang.” Clarra answered.

Galang fell silent again, and he remembered the conversation he had heard while in the hospital between Dygta and Sofia that said Amara had had a fight with Arfan before he had a collision. And the girl who had said that what she experienced the other day was her father's act.

Does this have anything to do with it? Inner Galang.

“I accept your decision to end our relationship, but at least allow me to come see her now.”

It breathed hard, but not a bad thing to do either. This woman's intention is according to her good, and there is no harm also to obey her wishes.

“Alright, who knows he is already aware.” Galang then agreed.

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