CHARM GIRL WITH HAZEL EYES

CHAPTER 36. ARRIVAL OF CLARA

"Titip greetings to the father of the family, yes mas," said Mr. Kayra before Azmi actually got into his car. "What the word of the Imam did not need to be taken heart, the people are like guyon really," continued the father again, afraid if Azmi thought that not-no with the altar of the Imam.

Azmi smiled, the young man nodded his head slowly. "Yes sir, no. If so Azmi went home first, sir," Azmi said again. Iqbal and Kayra were in the girl's room, while Artar was driving her mother to the house of one of the residents whose son wanted to get married tomorrow.

"Be careful on the road, yeah,"

Behind his wheel Azmi nodded her head, the young man then honked his horn before actually leaving the grounds of Kayra's house.

"Don't you ask anything Kay?" Iqbal asked Kayra who was sleeping with Raissa.

"Ask what?"

"Ask why you came home but not me,"

"Take it,"

"Continue?"

"So, I'll answer if you can't" Kayra replied.

"You're still mad at me, aren't you?"

Kayra frowned. "Why?"

"Tone says you're rich you're still angry,"

Kayra fixed her pillow, the girl slept while hugging Raissa's little tube. "Aren't I rich?" ask the girl.

"I really don't have any intention of that Kay,"

"Yes, sir, I know it too. Don't talk about it anymore, forget what's gone by" Kayra said. "You're sleeping, you have to go to college tomorrow, right? distance to campus from home is good sir,"

"Thank you very much Kay,"

"I should be grateful to Mr. Iqbal, if the same marriage I'm not Mr. Iqbal, I must have been divorced the day the man knew I was pregnant with someone's child" Kayra said. "Thank you so much for accepting me and my son" Kayra said sincerely.

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Clara stirred up her drink, already thirty minutes ago the girl was waiting for the Kaka in a cafe that is quite famous in the capital area. Many times he also checked his cell phone, trying to make sure if his brother would come here.

Clara moves her hand on the glass window of the cafe, the weather in Jakarta is not supporting the last few days. Almost every day it rains, making some areas also have to be flooded.

The girl sighed softly, trying to think positively. "For another fifteen minutes he didn't get there either, I had no choice but to leave" Clara said. He had left his son long enough.

"Sorry sorry," Bima came with a shirt and wet hair. "It's a big road" he said again.

"Sit down first" said Clara. "What umbrella is it?" ask the girl again, because the cafe is quite rame, so surely Bima parked his car quite far from here.

"Not in the car" Bima said. "Have you ordered?"

Clara nodded small. "Lo wants to pesen what?"

"Americano is,"

"Eat it?"

"Eat it later," replied Bima, the young man was sitting quietly in front of Clara now. "So how? want to move to Jakarta?" ask the young man.

Clara nodded small. "It's safe, right?" ask the girl. "You don't feel right there either, and we feel safe too,"

Bima cleared up slowly. "Where do you live? in the apartment I want?" ask Bima. "Do you want to buy the old house?"

Clara shook her head. "You don't want to take the old house,"

"So?"

"Contract only once?"

"Where you? why not use my apartment? it's got lo too" said Bima again. Their relationship has improved since Clara's move to Jogja. "Where do we live now?"

"Home god,"

"Sister?"

"Hm?"

"Iqbal is fine, right?"

Bima frowned. "Why is elo suddenly nanyain Iqbal?"

Clara smiled faintly. "Gue can't ask him?"

"Any thing," replied Bima. The young man gave a small nod to the waiters who delivered his coffee. "Why isn't Kayra? or Azmi?"

"Kayra must be good,"

"Why are you sure?"

"Because he has Azmi who can take good care of him" Clara replied slowly.

Bima watched her sister closely. "Lo still can't move on from Azmi Ra?"

Clara raised her eyebrows, the girl cleared her throat slowly. "Not so, either" he said. "Gue already no taste the same anyone, brother, already flat it so. What I think is now my son is just as good,"

Bima bit her lower lip, she was eager to ask this. But fear will offend Clara.

"Why?"

"Hem?" Bima frowned. "What?"

"Lo want to ask you something, won't you like me?"

The young man took a slow breath. "But you promise not to be angry with me if I ask this yes,"

"Not sure" said Clara. "I don't want to answer that's my right, do I?"

"Yes it's okay it's lo right," said Bima. The young man advanced his body closer to Clara. "Do you think Amel knew who the father of your son was?" ask Bima carefully.

Clara nodded slowly. "Gue doesn't know if he knows or doesn't, but he's obviously never questioned who my son's father is,"

"Lo don't want to be honest with you?"

"Make what?" Clara sneered softly. "You've been through a lot, and it's only been a few months that his health has improved. He can also go for a walk, it's fun. So why would I ruin my happiness with just that one fact,"

"Keep it later if your child asks? he must be confused why his friends have a father but he doesn't,"

"That problem to think about later, the most important thing now is the happiness of my mother and my son,"

Bima nodded in understanding, she knew very well what Clara and her stepmother had gone through was not an easy thing. And he was also one of the people who took part in making the Clara family fall apart like today.

Bima sighed softly. "Return to what?"

"Ojek's most,"

"Just as I go, let me know where you live,"

Clara nodded slowly. "No, I have another appointment with me,"

"Who?" bima asked, the young man frowned.

Clara laughed softly. "Lo don't need to know kak, not all my friends are also elo tau,"

"But which temen lo?" bima asked, this time her face was a little panicked. "Lo's not related to those people, is he Ra?"

"They're good people" said Clara. "Lo'll see them only from one side,"

"So you want to see them?"

"No," Clara replied meaningfully.