RED STAINS OF LOVERS

CRAVINGS?

***

The days go by, Clara goes through her usual days without any further interference from Yuan. The man was busy with his office work. Clara is preparing for her script with Adelia.

He hoped that his script would not be rejected like Desi's. Clara consulted Frida. Since then, their relationship has become closer. The woman becomes Clara's confiding place after Adelia.

"Mother will defend you in court later. But I'm very sure if your script will not be rejected, you're both exemplary students at this campus" said Ms. Frida, he had checked the follow-up of his two students who always got the highest marks in his class.

"Thank you, ma'am. Then excuse us." Clara said then stood up to follow Adelia.

"Clara wait, I want to talk to you, can you?"

Clara looked to the side.

"Oh, it's okay. Please. I'm waiting for you in the cafeteria, right?" Without waiting for an answer Adelia came out of the lecturer room and headed to the canteen.

Clara sat back down, but the woman in front of her never spoke.

"What did you want to say?"

Clara's question made Frida ma jerked, she was daydreaming. He then allowed her to sit

"Look Clara, you can ask me something but this isn't about college, but …"

"Of course you can, what do you want to ask?" sela Clara who saw the doubt from her guidance lecturer.

Franda took a breath and threw it away before saying.

"What do you have to do with that guy? Mmm .. I mean the guy who hugged you this morning? Sorry, this morning I accidentally saw you on the same motorcycle as a pretty old man when he stopped at a red light?"

"Well, why, mom? Do you know her?"

Got questions like that of course Franda ma'am. Want to say yes Clara will ask where? But if he says no then what should he answer if Clara asks the others?

Why is it that he feels cornered when he is just curious what is the relationship between Clara and Darma? Has Darma not changed, still likes to play girls? But why should be with a woman who deserves to be her child. 

"I ... just want to know," he replied at last.

"He's my father."

"Dad ... you?"

***

Clara walks into the cafeteria remembering her conversation with Franda's mother, who turns out to be her late mother's best friend. Clara just remembered the photo her father, her mother gave her with a girl whose face was familiar. But at that time Clara never thought Frida was the girl.

The question now is why his father hated himself and his mother so much, did they not marry on the basis of love? That's what he heard from Arman. 

Adelia waved her hand as she saw Clara arrive at the cafeteria. The haired girl had not ordered anything.

"What do you want to eat?"

Clara thought for a moment, confusedly deciding. I don't know, today he wants to eat everything in the menu book.

"Mmm .. I want meatballs, chicken noodles, seblak legs, soto, drink ice fruit, iced tea, same mango juice."

"Huh?" Adelia gaped, she could not believe what Clara had just said. "Elo's kidding, right?"

"No. I just want to eat all that." 

"Well sure you can be nervous?"

"Hu'um, I'm really laper about it."

Adelia looked at Clara almost in disbelief, her best friend was eating voraciously the food she had ordered. Adelia is not out of thought with Clara's appetite today because she does not usually eat large portions.

"Elo eat like a cravings person," Adelia cetus made Clara cough. 

Clara grabbed a glass nearby and drank it.

"Slowly eat it, I don't ask for it."

Clara just fell silent, she thought about Adelia's words just now. 'Nwidens'. Is he really craving? If she's really cravings, does that mean she's pregnant, pregnant with Yuan's child? But it's impossible. They only did it once accidentally because of his love for the man. But now he hated Yuan so much and could not forgive him.

"But elo is not married yet, it is not possible also elo cravings," argued Adelia herself and then laughed.

Clara only smiled wryly, but now she began to fidget thinking about her menstruation that had not come even though it had been missed, but her period did like to come late so she was not so worried.

***

Clara got out of Adelia's car as usual as soon as they arrived at her doorstep. Adelia went straight home.

Clara then went into her house, put the bag in her room and went to the kitchen to cook dinner for herself and her father. It just so happened that tonight he had a work holiday. Clara wants to spend her time chatting with her father.

Not long ago Darma came home right when the food was neatly arranged on the dining table.

"Well, what's the show you're cooking this much?" Darma says look at the food on the table.

Clara smiled. "Dad forgot isn't today the wedding anniversary of the same father's mother?" 

Darma was silent, so far let alone remember their wedding anniversary a day not berating Harnum just never absent he did. Every day he just scolded, insulted and blasphemed Harnum as a cheap woman.

"Dad, why are you crying?" Clara hugged her sitting father with her head lowered deeply, the man's shoulders shaking in tears. Clara knew her father must be remembering what he did to her late mother.

"Dad sorry, pardon me?" Darma hiccuped, his chest felt tight considering how evil he treated his wife who was pregnant, let alone buy what Harnum asked to accompany him during childbirth was not. What kind of husband and father is he?

"Dad already! What matters is that you've changed now. And Clara is so proud to have a father like you." Clara tightened her arms to Darma, the man could not hold back his should.

The situation lasted long enough for the sound of knocking on the door to be heard. They take off the hug. Clara wiped her wet cheeks from crying, as did Darma.

Tok tok tok tok

The door was knocked back. They looked at each other wondering who was coming. The door's knocked back.

"Yes for a minute!" Clara moves to open the door followed by Darma who is also curious about who is coming.

The door opened, Clara could not see her guest because she was behind her.

"Who are you looking for?" 

The mother lady turned around, opened her black glasses then smiled.

"Mother Frida?"

"Who is …"

Clara widened her door.

Darma was riveted, his body fixed motionless.

"You …."

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