RED STAINS OF LOVERS

OPENING A NEW SHEET

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As usual, Clara, who started to reorganize her life this morning, was cooking for breakfast for herself and her father. Clara was so happy because Darma had completely changed, the man loved her so much now.

Never again did Darma use her as a comfort woman. And never again did the man take the money or ask for it. Darma is the one who now gives him money from the sweat of the man.

"Dad, breakfast is ready." Excited Clara while arranging food in the lunch box for herself and her father who now works as security at a mall in her city.

Not long after Darma came out of his room wearing his uniform. Darma looked fresher and younger because the man cut his hair and shaved his brew. Clara until pangling saw her.

"Why? You're ugly, aren't you?" Darma checked her own appearance perhaps something strange because her daughter looked at her without blinking.

"No, but I'm very handsome like Lee Jong Seok" Clara's praise that made Darma's laughter explode, then shook her head.

Clara was - just, time likened herself to the Korean actor her idol a moment later she both corners her lips curved upwards, and ruffled Clara's hair. The girl grinned.

"You're all there, this father is old. Your time is the same as Korean opa-opa. Now the term young man. Ojo mbok ko bandingke, kompet-saningke yo must lose" said Darma then both laughed. 

Though let alone laughing and joking like this, his father talked to him only when he needed money, but now Darma is very warm.

"Who's the old father? I'm young and handsome."

Again Darma laughed at the words of his daughter. Darma just felt being a father was very fun, let alone having a daughter like Clara who was very devoted to him. 

How very sorry he was with his attitude all this time, Clara must have suffered so much because of it. He will pay it all by pouring out all his affection on Clara.

Unnoticed a speck of dew welled up in both corners of his net.

"Why not eat? Clara's cooking is not good, is it?" clara asked with a sad face, even though she had tried to get her father to like his cooking.

Darma regained consciousness from his momentary daydream and then shook his head.

"No, your cooking is delicious. Dad just ..." Darma paused his sentence, his chest cramped every time he reminded Clara of what he did.

Seeing her father's moody face Clara reached out her hand clasping Darma's hand.

"Here's dad. Don't remember that again! Clara has forgotten everything. Let's open a new page. And the important thing is that now I'm aware of my mistakes and I want to change" Clara smiled. Darma smiled back.

"I'm really lucky that Harnum gave birth to a child like you."

"Clara's lucky to have a father."

The two then hugged each other, feeling affection for each other.

After breakfast Clara is getting ready to go to college, she will leave with her father by riding a motorcycle that Darma bought in installments. Darma deliberately bought it so that he could go home and go to work.

"Clara, father's spit late ...!" 

Darma exclaimed while tying his shoelaces.

"Yes, for a while .." said Clara from her room, put the needs of her broth into the bag and rushed out, she did not want to make her father wait too long.

"Cla …"

"Let's go!" Clara standing near her father, Darma raised her head and smiled.

Darma stood up and nodded. "Come on."

"Eh, wait a minute!" Clara passed to the dining table, taking the 2 boxes of supplies prepared earlier.

"It's dad's, and it's mine. Don't forget to eat!"

"Yes, I must be eating." Darma put his box in the bag. "Yeah!"

Clara nodded then held her father's arm out. 

When he got up to the door Clara saw Yuan's car heading to his house.

'You want what else is he? Not yet turned out? All right, I want to see where he's trying?' inner Clara.

And sure enough, the car stopped in front of Clara's house and the driver got out. Clara pretended not to see him and told her father to start the engine immediately.

"Daddy said it was too late!" Clara patted his father on the shoulder, unwilling to meet Yuan.

"Clara," called Yuan, but Clara pretended not to hear him.

Yuan just silently stared at Clara leaving with her father.

"So who?" Asked Darma, he felt like he had seen the handsome man but he forgot where.

"Nobody" said Clara, she did not want to explain if they had met some time ago in the hospital, let alone explaining that the man had ruined the future of his only daughter. It would only make his father disappointed and make his heart wound increase.

"But it seems like you've seen it, but where?" Darma tries to remember when he met Yuan.

"No, I never met you. Just dad's feelings." Clara was completely reluctant to discuss the man who had already destroyed her pride.

Darma sees Clara from the rearview mirror, her daughter looking moody after meeting the man. Something was wrong with her son and the man.

As a good father he would find out what kind of relationship was there between Clara and Yuan? Why did Clara avoid meeting the man?

After dropping off Clara at the Darma campus immediately drove her vehicle to her workplace. And at the red light, it was like seeing someone he knew sitting in a car not far from him. 

Darma continued to look at him without even blinking a single bit. The woman still looks the same, still as beautiful as a dozen years ago. There are only a few wrinkles around the eye bags.

"Could that be true of him? Does he live in this city? But what about her husband, don't they live abroad?" Darma is not so sure about what he saw. 20 years more they did not meet so he also slightly forgot the face of the woman from his past.

"Frand."

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The upset, angry, disappointed Yuan finally returned to his house. Work was useless because his mind was really in a mess right now.

Seeing her brother back home made Dion wonder and was about to ask, but seeing Yuan's face that looked angry he was snuffed out.

Yuan went into his room and closed the door, slamming it hard until Dion was aghast.

"E bushyet, nape lo, Bang? Lo kesambet?" Shouted Dion.

During this time Yuan was never angry, the man was always friendly and mingled cheerfully. 

"Why him, the street jinn jin kali?" muttered Dion then chuckled to himself. 

Not long after the roar of the car came into the courtyard, Dion moved to look. He was sure if it was his papah and mamah car that had just returned from his eye home after staying a few days there.

And sure enough, Dion saw papa and his mother getting out of the car. Dion smiled cheerfully.

"Well, ma'am .." Dion approached his parents, grabbed their hands and kissed him.

His father then told their security to take the souvenirs in the car and bring him in. While Dion had herded his mama in with a spoiled furrow on his arm, like a child.

"That's .. Yuan's car is still there? She's not going to the office?" asked the mother who had seen her first child's car parked in the garage.

They sat on the living room sofa facing each other.

"That's the problem, mah."

Dion then tells what happened to his brother who suddenly came home and immediately 

slammed the door of his room.

His mother just understood.

"Maybe there's more trouble" he said.

Dion gawked in disbelief because, he knew very well the temperament of his brother Yuan who often bergonta mates while abroad because they often communicate through other media.

"Or maybe Yuan was fighting with his girlfriend again" his mother added.

"You mean Adelia?"

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