RED STAINS OF LOVERS

BU FRANDA

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Many times Clara turned to her best friend who was just stirring her meatballs, Adelia was busy with her cell phone. Every hour of rest Adelia was always so, busy calling with Yuan. Although her heart ached but Clara tried to be sincere.

"Adel, eat first!" Clara spoke without a sound, only with lip movements but Adel understood if Clara told him to eat.

Adela answered with a nod of her head and bribed.

"Okay, I'll wait." Adelia stopped the call on the phone.

"Clara, you're okay to go home alone because brother Yuan wants to take me on the road?" Adelia hesitated when she said because she was not feeling well.

Clara was silent for a moment, but she needed help from her best friend. Today, her father came home from the hospital.

"Oh, jaudah no papa. I can ride the angkot. Lo calm I'm normal," said Clara, in fact he was disappointed but again he did not want to ruin the happiness of Adelia.

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Clara was standing at a stop near her campus when a car stopped right in front of her. The driver opened the car's glass.

"August ..."

"Come in! You're gonna want to go back? I'm taking it."

Clara hesitates but after Zidan forces finally she gets into Zidan's car.

"Today's your father's return?" ask Zidan when the car is running.

"Hu 'um. Uh, how do you know my dad can come home?" Clara wondered why the man next to her knew that her father had been allowed to go home today when he had not told anyone including Adelia.

Zidan smiled.

"What the hell don't I know about you."

"Ish, I suspect you're putting a cctv around me?"

Zidan laughed out loud and his hands stretched out ruffling Clara's hair.

"You're so funny, Sella."

Clara brushed off Zidan's hand.

"What the hell, Zidan. Amang I a child," clara whistle a manyun that makes Zidan's laughter more so.

They arrive at the hospital and it turns out that Darma has packed all his clothes into a bag, it he did if Clara came there does not need to clean everything. Darma had already promised herself that she would not trouble her daughter anymore.

"Dad can't wait to get home. It turns out that in the hospital it's not good" Darma told Clara and Zidan. Clara smiled.

"Where's a nice hospital stay, om? Moreover, the food is tasteless, there is no taste." Zidan. 

Clara just glanced at the two men of different generations were chatting. Looks familiar like his father and son.

After cleaning everything, they headed for the parking lot. Zidan helped push Darma's wheelchair because the man had not fully recovered.

During Clara's journey of not much talk, her gaze focused out the glass window beside her. But his mind went nowhere.

Arriving at the house Darma was laid in his room to help Clara and Zidan.

Clara approached Zidan who was sitting in the living room, in his hand carrying a tray containing two glasses of drinks and several pieces of cake that he had made this morning. Maybe there will be a neighbor who will visit his father.

Although Darma is a drunk and a gambler, but the man never troublemakers with his neighbor.

Clara thanked Zidan for helping pay for her father's hospital fees, and even for taking her home.

Because it was the night Zidan said goodbye, do not forget the handsome man said goodbye to Darma and will come again if there is time. Clara drove Zidan to her car.

"Zidan, thank you for helping me. I don't know what to do in return for your kindness all this time," said Clara sincerely, her eyes slightly dewy.

Clara is grateful to be surrounded by people who are kind and care about her.

Zidan smiled and patted Clara on the shoulder.

"Just relax, Clara, like anyone. I think of Darma as my own father. Yes, I've come home, you're also resting!"

"Yes." Yeah."

Clara took a deep breath, not knowing what she was feeling right now. But Clara was hoping that the one who said such a thing earlier was Yuan.

"Astaghfirullah, Clara, don't think of people!" Clara patted her own forehead, why was it also that there was in her brain just that man's name.

Clara then went in, checked on her father before going to her room and going to bed.

***

This morning Clara woke up early to have to prepare all her father's needs as usual, but today Clara is busier than usual. He had to cook, prepare medicine for his father, take him to Darma's room so that his father would not be troubled.

"Dad, don't forget to eat. The medicine also do not forget to drink all already Clara readyin." Order Clara while keeping a tray on the table.

Darma did not answer, he only noticed his daughter who was like she did not feel burdened with him. In fact, all this time he considered Clara was his burden.

"Well, why cry?" Clara sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Darma's hand and held it tightly.

Darma was still silent, his eyes were more and more glazed. Clara deleted.

"Did Clara let you down?"

This time Darma nodded. 

"Dad .. I'm sorry. Father of many sins is the same Clara .." Darma can not continue his sentence, his chest is very tight considering all his actions on the child alone puppet.

"Dad, Clara's sorry, dad." Clara then hugged Darma, she prayed that this time her father really regretted his actions.

"Clara loves me very much, father. Clara doesn't know there's no father, Clara doesn't have anyone but her." He was arrested so he wouldn't cry.

Darma rubbed Clara's head, how lucky she was to have a child like Clara.

'Harnum, thank you for giving birth to a child as good as Clara. Sorry for all my misdeeds that have wasted you and our son. You're a good girl, and Clara is as good as you.' Dama satin, for a moment the shadow of his deceased wife looms in memory.

Harnum is a beautiful woman and also good, only her fate is unlucky. Harnum sold his father to him for money to pay off his debt. That's why Darma always said that Clara's mother was a cheap woman.

Darma opened the drawer and took something from there.

"This is what dad?" Clara frowned looking at the piece of photo that Darma had thrust.

"Say you want to see your mother."

Clara's face sparkled, all this time she really wanted to see her mother even though only in the photo.

Clara accepted it, looking at the portrait with tears beginning to flow. There are two women in the picture and Clara doesn't know which one is her mother. Moreover, their faces were almost similar to each other. 

Clara looked at me as if asking where her mother was.

"The one ahead is your mother" explained Darma answering Clara's confusion.

Clara rubbed her mother's face in the photo.

'Mother, it turns out that mother is very beautiful more than Clara had imagined all this time.' 

"The other is your mother's best friend, her name is Franda. But .." Darma paused his sentence, hesitating when he wanted to tell Clara everything. Darma is afraid Clara hates him.

"But what's dad?" Clara was so curious why her father did not continue the story.

"It's a long story, next time I tell it. It's noon you're late for college."

Clara was disappointed, but what her father said was true. He had to go to college because Adelia wouldn't pick him up today. His friend was leaving with Yuan.

On the way to campus Clara felt unsettled because something stuck in her mind. Frandas. The name of the woman in the photo said her father was her late mother's best friend.

"Is it possible that you meant Franda's mother, my lecturer at the college? But …"

Clara continued to think until she had unknowingly the bus she was waiting for had arrived.

"You want to ride, Neng?"

"Yes, Bang."

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