Dear Wife of Mr. Noah

chapter 24's

Clara fell asleep until the evening. He dreamed repeatedly and unfortunately not a good dream that he got. Many times agitated until he rolled to and fro, still his eyes did not open. Clara seemed to be being carried in a place that showed the reality of the day.

Getting late, Clara seemed to be walking through the green grass that was so wide. Far ahead - under the acacia tree - there was a dashing figure that Clara was familiar with. Noah, with his body straight and hair neatly laid back, seemed to be waving to ask Clara to come closer.

A perfect smile on Clara's face. The sparkling eyes pushed Clara to step on her feet running towards the figure of the man.

The next dream turns into a smile after the past makes anxiety and fear.

"Why are you here?" clara asked when she was near Noah. Clara looked at Noah deeply.

"Of course it's because of you" replied Noah.

Clara closed her eyes as Noah's hands rubbed her cheeks so gently. Clara even felt one kiss on her forehead.

"Lord, this is real. I don't want to wake up."

They look at each other again. A very deep look.

"Why are you suddenly nice to me?" ask Clara. "Are you playing me?"

Clara continued to speak until she was unaware that someone was beside her in reality. He was looking at Clara's sleeping face while listening to Clara's delirious lips not clear.

"I know you hate me. You shouldn't be nice to me." Clara still speaks in her dream world. His one hand even seemed to be raised as if he wanted to hit and whine.

"How can you dream that way" said Noah, who looked at Clara's face.

The position of Clara lying on her back, made Noah freely look at Clara's face. Noah sat leaning against one hand. While one more hand was rubbing Clara's forehead.

This is what might make Clara his dream come true.

Increasingly looked at, Noah was slightly stunned when suddenly Clara sobbed in her eyes still tightly shut.

"I know you're still waiting for him to come back. I'm just a sting here." Clara is back.

"Hey!" reprimand Noah while patting Clara's cheek gently to wake up immediately.

Clara was still sobbing, tears were also seen popping. Feeling astonished and unbearable, Noah again patted Clara's cheek harder.

"Clara, wake!" exclaim Noah. "Hey! Wake up!"

Clara's two eyes opened perfectly. Surprised to see Noah in front of her, Clara's reflexes shifted away.

"What are you doing here?" ask Clara to panic.

Noah threw his face away while sighing. Noah looked at Clara while raising one eyebrow, leaving Clara confused. Clara checked her own face patting with her hands.

"Why wet?" screech Clara when her fingers touch the under-eye area.

Clara panicked herself. He remembered what might have just happened. Clara was reminded of her vague dream. Starting to remember everything, Clara was seen biting her lips and wrinkling her face.

"Did you remember?" asked Noah in a soft tone.

Wait up! Did he enter my dream? Does he know how I'm dreaming?

Clara increasingly scrunched her face and back biting her lips until it became visible.

"Am I delirious?" clara asked doubtfully. He did not even dare to look at Noah's face for long.

Noah exhaled with his mouth open and eyes rolled. "You are not only delirious, but also chattering incoherently. Hmh!"

Ow! My shame! Clara closed her eyes and hid her face.

"Are you dreaming of your ex?" asked Noah indifferently.

Whahuh? An ex? Why ex? Damnit damnit! What dialogue do I say in dreams in the real world?

"I don't have an ex" Clara replied quickly.

"Then what am I in your dreams?"

Gluey! Swallowed already spit that stuck in the throat. Rasamya was tight and suddenly dry.

"Why did you say all that?" Noah kept asking.

"I'm just talking, you don't need to know." Clara tries to avoid.

"I want to know, and you have to tell me!" press Noah.

"Why are you forcing?" Clara sneers. "It was just a dream."

"Dream, but you cry."

Right, I was really crying.

Clara did not think how the dream could be until it felt so real. The caress, even Clara felt as if it was indeed a touch of Noah's hand.

Noah may be curious, but he doesn't want to be seen caring in front of Clara. The prestige was still high to say that he was actually worried and concerned.

"Noah," call Clara when Noah is standing.

Noah turned.

"Em .." Clara was confused to make her point.

"What's wrong?" ask Noah.

"Promise not to be angry if I ask this" said Clara.

Noah's forehead wrinkled. He sat back down and looked at Clara who had been sitting in the middle of the bed.

"Depends" said Noah.

Noah's answer certainly made Clara hesitant to continue the question. Clara was silent and reluctant to look at Noah.

"Ask .." said Noah later.

Clara also reflexes.

Noah's face was currently looking comfortable to look at. Sangar, haughty and terrible appearance did not appear in the slightest.

"If Chloe comes back, is our marriage over?" Finally there was also a question from Clara for Noah.

Noah still had an ordinary face.

"Why are you asking me that?" ask Noah.

"Eitherway! I just want to know." Clara shrugs her shoulders. "I know you hate me."

"Want to?"

"If we're going to split up, I hope everything's done okay."

Clara's intention was not to discuss it, but because of nervous Clara's words even digress into other topics.

"So you want us to separate?"

Clara was suddenly confused. The indifferent Noah, the flat Noah, made Clara seem like there was no word to answer.

"It's up to you" said Clara.

Noah stood up again. "If that's what you want, then just wait."

Waitie? What did Noah mean? Waiting to separate? Oi! This is not what I want! I just want to know what you want!

Unfortunately, that sentence was just thrown in my heart. Clara silently lets Noah go inside the bathroom.

As Noah was taking a shower and Clara was about to get off the bed, Noah's cell phone rang. Clara celinguka shortly before then shifted closer to the location of Noah's cell phone on the nightstand.

"Chloe?" clara was also at that time. Clara's eyes are perfectly rounded.

Clara pulled the phone out and continued to vibrate. Apart from not having the right to touch the object, Clara also did not want to feel pain.

"So right, they're still interconnected" Clara said. "I must realize not to hope."

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