NOT A WEDDING DRAMA

CHAPTER 24

Chelsea was driving Tristan to the DW Group company, but in the middle of the road Chelsea was called by Clara who asked him to meet.

After arriving at the DW group, Tristan headed straight for Fariz's room, while Chelsea decided to ask Aldrich to drive him to the cafe, but Aldrich continued to refuse on the grounds of his extensive work.

Chelsea put on a sad face, "You changed, you don't love me anymore. I'm gonna tell Davan if he comes home." Chelsea said.

"I've got a lot of work, Chel." Answer aldrich.

"Six this month you're a workaholic, Al. Your body and mind need rest." Chelsea said

Aldrich sighed, "Alright Lady Zayn, your bodyguards will faithfully escort you." Aldrich said at the end and made Chelsea smile.

On the way, Chelsea asked Aldrich to speak.

"When are you, Al? When do you want to keep busy with yourself?" Ask Chelsea

"Until I forget him, Chel." Aldrich replied with a focused look ahead.

"Al, the more you forget it, the more you can't erase it from your memory." Chelsea said.

"She's too beautiful for me to forget, Chel. I've never met a woman that good."

"Namti is there, Al. You have to be excited." Chelsea cheered Aldrich.

"Bye Aldrich, thank you for anterin me." Chelsea said after arriving at the cafe and getting off Aldrich's car.

"Go back and get Zayn's sister. Don't go home alone." Aldrich.

"Siapp Boss." Chelsea answered straight into the cafe.

Aldrich smiled, indeed from a long time ago, he could never refuse Chelsea's request. Although Chelsea are married, they are still good friends.

"Claras...." Aldrich murmured as his eyes accidentally saw a woman he wanted to forget and who he was longing to get off the online motorcycle.

Aldrich stared at Clara's increasingly beautiful face because of the radiance from her heart.

"How are you, Ra? I hope you're okay." Lirih Aldrich then drove his car back to his office.

"Chel, have you been waiting a long time?" Ask Clara who is now also sitting opposite Chelsea.

"It's not five minutes yet, Ra." Answer Chelsea. "Pesen drink first, Ra." Said Chelsea again.

Chelsea ordered unsweetened juice while Clara ordered ice coffelatte.

"You're still living a healthy lifestyle, Chel." Said Clara.

Chelsea nodded, "Yes, my body has not been able to accept fast food for a long time, Ra."

"So, how's Ra?" Ask Chelsea.

"I decided to divorce my husband, Chel. I have prayed Istikharah for a long time and got a clue. Hope this is the best." Said Clara.

Chelsea clasped Clara's hand, "You can definitely get through this, Ra."

"Thank you, Chel." Reply Clara. "But I'm confused." Said Clara again.

"Why?" Ask Chelsea.

"I don't know what conditions to file for divorce." Answer Clara.

"You don't use lawyers?" Ask Chelsea.

Clara shook her head, "I don't know how much to pay for the services of a lawyer, I'm not confident, Chel. I don't have enough savings." Answer Clara.

"Geez, Ra.. If the problem is just a lawyer, you can ask for help Papiku, he's a lawyer and has been used to handling divorce cases" said Chelsea.

"I'm ashamed, Ra. I am ashamed to tell others my problems. Claiming divorce because never given a living born or inner." Clara.

"Ra, Papi will definitely cover your privacy, trust me." Chelsea believed in Clara.

"But I don't feel good, because I can't pay for your Papi, Chel. Your papi must be a great lawyer, his flying hours are high." Clara was still doubtful.

Clara looked at Chelsea's face. "Thank you, Chel. I don't know what I should pay for it."

While in the office. Aldrich continued to look at Clara's face, "She is still as beautiful as ever." Aldrich.

"That's lucky for her husband." Mumbled Aldrich again. "I should have gone in with Chelsea at the cafe, maybe I could have seen Clara closer, or maybe we would have crossed paths by accident." Aldrich continues to monologue.

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Day after day passed, Clara got permission to return to work half a day, Ragil allowed her because she knew about Clara's divorce.

Chelsea tell details of Clara's problem to Tristan. Tristan promises to help Clara settle her lawsuit. Even Tristan helped Clara just because of Chelsea's request.

"Thank you, Om." Clara shook Tristan's hand.

"The same, Clara. I hope that once this is over, you can move on with your life." The word Tristan that Clara was referring to.

"Ra, let me drive you home." Chelsea said on his way out of Tristan's lawyer's office.

"I'm riding an online motorcycle, Chel." Answer Clara. "Some of me want to go to an old house, still working hours, my husband is not home."

"Let's take me back." Chelsea continued to force so inevitably Clara followed suit.

The Tristan family driver drove Chelsea and Clara to his old house, Clara looked around and looked quiet, the porch lights were even still on, but Bisma's car was still parked in the garage.

"Your husband exists?" Ask Chelsea.

"Looks like there's no , Chel. Sometimes he doesn't bring a car. The porch light is on, probably not there." Said Clara.

Chelsea nodded.

"I didn't take long, just take the rest of the stuff." Clara.

"All right, I'm waiting here, Ra." Chelsea said.

Clara got out of the Chelsea car, she took the spare key in it, Clara wanted to open the door but it turned out that the door was not locked.

Then Clara opened the unlocked door. She circulated her gaze to look for her husband but there was nothing, she saw a quite messy living room, a little smell of alcohol still smelled and the smell of cigarette smoke.

"Oohh..." The moaning of a man who is like a love match, but it is not the voice of Bhishma, her husband.

With trembling footsteps and high curiosity, Clara approached the room, the door of the room was not tightly closed, she sharpened her hearing, the foreign voice was getting clearer.

"I imagine you love your wife on this bed, bus."

"Of course not, even when he's almost ready*njang I don't have na*fffsu to touch him." The voice of the bisma answered.

"It was once her, married just for a status and running her wedding drama. So that no one would suspect you like this." Sammy said.

Clara who heard everything and saw with her own eyes only refracting her eyes while covering her mouth holding her screams, she saw the husband was playing crazy and making out with someone she knew named Sammy.

"YES...!! Clara's cry immediately made Bisma and Sammy look back at the same time, because their position was turned back to the door of the room.

"Clar." Bisma was no less surprised.

"Snubrate." Clara said then she left her house, lucky bag containing the equipment she had prepared in the corner of the room, making it easier for Clara to carry her bag and leave the house.

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Othor's Notes.

Othor is not too Up about the intersection of Bhishma and sammy yes, because according to Othor this is very sensitive.

Where did Othor get this story?

The answer is from a confidant of a friend, who was married but never touched by her husband, until one day she saw her husband was mingling with a same-sex couple.

Only to the extent that inspires othor, the next thing is pure fiction.

Maybe there are friends/people closest to readers who experience this too? Yuk story in the comments column, who knows your story becomes the inspiration of the next othor.