My girlfriend, my mother's boyfriend

Chapter 3

In just a matter of seconds, the man had already managed to defeat the opponent. All of Broto's men were lying helplessly on the floor. Of course the old bandot did not accept what happened to his men. Not only that, the plan to enjoy Clara's body was also void.

"I'll make the calculations with you. Whoever you are, I won't let you get away!" The threat that did not make the man brave at all.

Perhaps Clara was already drunk, but her eyes were incessantly observing the man because of his handsome appearance. Clara was fascinated by the figure of the man who had saved her honor.

"Thank you" he said, smiling awkwardly. His heart was pounding, as if there was a marathon race inside.

"You okay?" repeated the man flat, but tried to show his concern for Clara.

"I'm doing fine. And it's thanks to you. Oh yeah, I'm Clara, your name?"

Looking at the height and stature of the man, Clara clearly judged him to be older than her, but for the first introduction, let it be, there was no need to be formal.

"I Space. Just call me Kasa."

Right after saying her name, the head of Clara who had been spinning and feeling heavy, managed to make her collapse, fell unconscious. Lucky Space quickly caught the girl.

"How now?" tanya Rizal observed the girl. He didn't even know what his best friend's purpose was to interfere. He was never interested in people's affairs, especially now that he was faced with a very big problem, which he was unable to overcome.

"Urus. I take care of this girl." Without waiting for Rizal's answer, Kasa had already brought Clara to his apartment. Actually he wanted to take the girl home, but he didn't know her address yet. After all, it was his self-interest that he wanted to take from Clara's existence.

***

Space shakes from its sleep. The sound of mobile phone vibration from inside Clara's bag kept her awake. It initially wanted to be ignored, but once it died, the phone shook again.

There was worry in his heart, whether he should open Clara's bag and see who contacted the girl. But after a long listen, Angkasa opened the bag and grabbed Clara's phone.

'Papa Calling's...'

Kasa put the phone back in the girl's bag, keeping it away from her close by so she wouldn't get distracted.

There was a desire in his heart to see his captive into the room. The girl fell into a deep sleep after spitting out some of her stomach contents. Space had even nearly tore off the girl's clothes, but it wouldn't be beneficial to her.

He should be able to get the girl's attention and trust in order for his entire plan to succeed. "It turns out you're the girl on that plane. Sometimes fate is a joke. We were found again. But damn it to you, for having to be the bait of all my plans," he hissed shut the door of the room and left immediately.

***

In the morning, the sound of birds was heard out there. A little bit of it has disrupted Clara's sleep. After all, his still-painful head needed more time to sleep.

"Where is this?" He opened his eyes wide and realized that this was not his room. Try to re-sequence the last night that he remembered.

Starting from the hotel he went to, where his father married. Yeah, correct. Her father is married again now. He subconsciously squeezed the blanket that covered his body to the underarm brick. Then he remembered, for the sake of throwing away his annoyance and wanting to forget his problem, he went to the nightclub, had a drink with Vera, until....

"Crazy, was I taken to his house? Where is that guy?" his great-grandson while lowering his feet, climbed the floor towards the outside. The smell of his shirt was so bad he wanted to vomit.

As soon as he opened the door, he only found the room empty, but there was a pleasant smell that he smelled as bright as in the room. The surface of his stomach is flat. She's famished.

With his instinct, he followed the origin of the scent, and right there it was the kitchen and there he was treated to a scene that made his heart beat again. The man was cooking omlet, with an outfit that made Clara difficult to swallow her saliva.

Space with all the perfection of his body only wore a short sleeping boxer, and wore a white t-shirt that formed his body contents. The checkered stomach and biceps that made Clara shudder became the allure of the man.

"Hi, are you awake?" His greeting smiled. Right, Clara's wrong again. Why is he so handsome? Clara just nodded. His voice was lost in the blur of his nervousness that was so visible.

"here. We have breakfast first" said Kasa with sharp eyes. Surprisingly Kasa's powerful aura made him submissive. It was as if it had been hypnotized by the man's charm. Even if the man asked her to jump from this 20th floor, she would do so with great pleasure.

They eat in silence. Clara who is usually cheerful and likes many stories is only silent, because the owner of the house is also silent. He never liked someone like this. Usually it is he who is approached by men on the campus.

"Take your meal, I'll drive you home. I take a shower first" said Angkasa. There remained Clara who observed how the chewy but muscular bo*kong was up and down as Kasa walked.

"Oh my God, what's on my mind? Why is it that girls don't have the moral, anyway?" his great-grandson smiled shamefully at his own thoughts.

***

"Thank you for the delivery" said Clara softly. The car stopped in front of his house. The man scanned the tall and spacious building closely, as if he wanted to look for someone, guessing if there was anyone up there. "Come in first," he bargained expectantly.

She doesn't want to be a hypocritical girl. He was already enamored of Space and yet wanted to part ways, still wanting to be near the man.

"Other times. There are still many days to meet. I have to go to the office, too."

"Are we going to meet again?"

"of course. Don't you want to see me again?"

"You...." Clara shut her mouth. Embarrassed at being quick to answer the question of Space. He should have sold a little expensive.

"Alright, then," said Kasa signifying himself waiting for Clara to come down. But the girl was dumb, still quietly squeezing her fingers. "Claras?"

"Oh, yes. I'm down. See you," he said out of the luxury car.

Clara did not even intend to move a little from her place until the car was lost at the turn of her house.

Clara could not hide her happy face. Angkasa promises they will meet again, the day Clara will wait.

"Finally you're home too!"