My Perfect Husband's

Chapter 5 Second Meeting

"I love you Clara." the voice was so loud in her ears, she slowly searched for where the voice came from.

He is now in an empty room, there is a door that he believes to be the origin of the sound. Faintly Clara heard footsteps slowly heading towards where she was standing.

His legs felt heavy to move as if a magnet was holding him to stay in that place.

"Who's there ?" he vibrates.

Suddenly the door slammed, and a very familiar man appeared from behind the door. The girl's thin lips trembled, something warm managed to escape from her eyes.

"Andre." murmured as if he could not believe what he saw now.

The man got closer, standing right in front of him. Andre gently pulled the girl's body into his embrace, but quickly brushed her off.

"What's up ?" asked Andre with a confused look.

"Go you..."

"Can't, I love you Clara."

"Love ? Leaving me on our wedding day, is that what you call love ?" he vibrates.

"I'm sorry Clara." she said again about to hug the girl.

"No. go you ! "

"GO ON..!! "

"Claras.. Clara why are you ?" arya patted the girl's cheek.

Clara soon awoke from her dream and found Arya who was now sitting next to her with an anxious face.

"Sister.." she shrieked, her cries broke just then.

Arya was confused by his wife's attitude, why she suddenly cried. He is also confused as to what to do, until somehow he gets an idea of where he gently pulls Clara's body into his arms.

"What dream are you ?" she softly rubbed the girl's hair, slowly getting rid of the hairdresser who was blocking Clara's smooth face.

The instant their eyes met, they fell silent for a few seconds. No one spoke, only the girl's tears kept flowing down her cheeks. Upon realizing Arya immediately threw her gaze in another direction, she felt that something dangerous would happen if she just kept looking at the girl. Especially with their position being too close, slowly he shifted his body to give them distance.

"Sister.." he wrote.

Although slowly but Arya could still hear the girl's voice, she immediately looked at him. Waiting for what Clara will tell him.

"I'm sorry." those words escaped the girl's lips.

Arya scrunched her forehead confused, why did the girl apologize to her. Clara didn't do anything wrong.

"My brother should be forced to marry me."

"I never blame you, Clara."

"I feel guilty Brother, I dragged you into my troubles and my life."

"Claras..."

"If you feel tormented by this marriage Brother can divorce me, just relax I will talk to Mama." he said with a bow, not daring to look into Arya's eyes.

"And I'll be known as a young widower, so ?"

Clara raised her head to hear Arya's words, as if she was insinuating or mocking her.

Arya sighed "I've committed, there will only be one marriage in my life."

Clara was silent for a moment trying to discern the meaning of the man's words. There was a little relief in him, he himself was also confused why he could feel such a thing.

"So never try to talk about divorce or about separation. You understand ?"

"But why ? Doesn't my brother love me ?"

Shitt was right what Clara said. Don't I love her, but why don't I let her go. What happened to me, Aryan.

"Here we go, we'd better get some sleep" she said, but not Clara. The girl remained in her sitting position, she still did not understand the man's words.

He looked at the figure who was now asleep beside him. Either the man was asleep or just pretending to sleep, but there was a feeling of happiness tucked in his heart.