RED STAINS OF LOVERS

NOT DAD

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"What are you doing here alone, Cla?" 

The rebuke managed to disperse the reverberations of Clara and then turned his head, Dion his coworker and lover were approaching him and sat beside him. Clara smiled.

"No, just look at the stars. It's so beautiful, isn't it?" Clara looked back at the clear sky tonight with stars scattered. Dion followed Clara's line of sight.

They are currently on the balcony of the cafe where they work. Clara often sits alone when unwind when the cafe is quiet. Almost 2 years more he worked in a cafe owned by a man named Arman his late mother's best friend.

"Cla, can you ask me something?" Dion opened his voice after some time of silence, Clara turned to look at Dion, nodding.

"Yes, what do you want to ask?"

Dion took his breath. "Lately have you looked different?"

Forehead Clara shriveled. "different? How do you mean?" Clara did not understand the meaning of her lover, the feeling of nothing changing from her. He still behaves the same as usual.

"Yes, you're quieter. You got a problem again? Do you mind if you can tell me the same story?"

Clara smiled again. "Thank you Dion but I don't want to make anyone else too difficult. You've helped me a lot, I don't want to take you anymore."

"But I don't feel bothered, I'm glad I could help you." Dion grabbed Clara's hands and grabbed them.

"Clara, I'm your boyfriend so I should have helped you. I love you so much, Clara. I want to always be there for you, protect you. So if there's a problem you tell me the same story I don't hold my own. Understood?"

Clara let out a small laugh, it was really hard to hide anything from Dion. This man will always be able to force him until he wants to tell a story.

"There's no problem, Dion, when I lied to you" Clara still denied.

"Cla, your eyes can't lie."

Clara took her breath in. In any case he kept his grief from others but not from Dion. This guy is too sensitive. 

"What a look?"

Dion did not answer as if it was a form of protest because Clara did not want to share her distress. Clara took another breath, the burden she was carrying was getting heavier. It feels like he ran away or just vanished from the face of this earth. Maybe if he does not remember the sin he prefers to drown himself in the sea or slash his wrist until his pulse is cut off.

Seeing Clara silent Dion reached into her pants pocket. "More ..." 

"This what?" clara asked as she looked at the brown envelope that Dion swanned.

"You need some money, take it! I'm sincere." Dion's hand was still in front of Clara's face, Clara brushed it off slowly.

"No need for Dion you've been too kind to me. I don't want to owe you too much."

"But I'm sincere."

"Yes I know, but I don't want people to think I'm benefiting your kindness."

"But I don't think so." 

"Dion, don't force me! I can, find the money myself." Clara really didn't want to trouble anyone else anymore.

Dion pulled Clara's hand and placed the envelope in her palm. 

"Just take it or I won't talk to you again!" Dion threatened and threw his face to the side, pretending to lash.

"Well, what the hell is that?"

"Nlodge ...."

Clara laughed at Dion's sulking behavior. "Yes, yes I accept. But I pinjem yes if I don't want to."

Dion turned his head quickly and was about to protest but Clara hurriedly preceded him.

"Borrow or nothing." Clara knew what the man next to her would say, Dion would definitely give money away for free.

"Huh, yeah." Dion resigned from Clara unwilling to accept his help. 

"What ...?" clara asked as Dion pointed at her own lips. "So!"

"Simply."

"Belgroff." Both of them were silent, their eyes straight ahead. 

"I'm sorry, I can't give you what you want. Do you want to be like a typical date?" Clara turned to look at Dion as Dion stared at her.

There was a strange beat that they always felt when they looked at each other. 

Dion sighed at Clara's chin to look at her. "Clara, I'm dating you not for that. But I want to take care of you, always there when you need to. I'm sincere with you."

Clara could not hold back her tears, she felt that someone cared so much about her. Being a backrest when he felt so fragile. Perhaps the atmosphere is so calm and romantic that it affects both. Dion slowly approaches Clara's face and Clara knows what to do. This time he won't refuse, after all Dion is his girlfriend. It's okay that he also wants to show his love to the man.

"Ehem, the teroooss courtship." 

The rebuke of someone pulling the lovers away from each other and Dion stood up.

"I-I got off dulun huh?" Dion groggily leaves Clara and her friend. 

"The pie is almost ..."

Quickly Clara smothers the mouth of her friend Dinda. "What the hell lo, Din, bother me?" His face is not what it is now. Almost had their lips met if Dinda hadn't come.

Clara felt her lips, she was also curious. What it feels like …

"Astaghfirullah."

"Why, Clara?"

"Huh? Its nothing. But yuk, get down!"

***

"Are you careful? Don't speed!" clara's message to Dion after getting off the bat. Dion nodded.

"Yes, you've entered your father's anger!"

"Dad must have not come home at this hour usually father if you go home at dawn," said Clara honestly. Darma will go home drunk then immediately sleep until the afternoon arrives and will leave again after releasing Maghrib. That's every day Darma does.

Sometimes Clara wants to be angry but free. His father would definitely beat him up and insult him as a cheap woman like his late mother.

"You must be tired of your dad?" Dion desperately wants to take Clara away from that hell-like house but what a force there is is is something Clara does not yet know about her true identity. Maybe if she told Clara it would definitely be angry and even hate her.

Clara tried to smile even though it was bitter. "Udah ordinary. Yes, your hunt is home! Don't stop by anywhere else, beware that you don't go straight home!"

Dio ruffled Clara's hair. "Dear, I went straight home. Take it on you." 

Dion is very anxious if Clara is nagging at him, he considers it as a form of affection Clara that the girl rarely shows.

"Pick in!"

Clara's according to her turn around. However, just a few steps Clara twisted her body again.

"Dion wait!"

Dion almost wore his helmet. "Yes, is anyone missing?" 

"No papa, be careful."

Dion nodded then immediately put on his helmet then left Clara's house after making sure the girl entered his house.

Clack

Suddenly the light flashed and Darma had stood staring at Clara with the exact gaze of a lion preparing to pounce on its prey. Clara swallowed her saliva with great difficulty.

"D-dad?" Clara knew what Darma was going to do, Clara's body shivering, cold sweat flooding all over her body. Oh, finish the story tonight. Clara grew more frightened as Darma approached her.

"Surge!" Darma pushes Clara because it blocks her way. Clara was relieved that the shabby-clothed man was only willing to pass, but Clara was wrong, Darma called her.

"I-iya father," Clara faced her father with a trembling body.

"Here you!" snapped Darma, Clara according to. Without saying anything Darma pulled the bag that was stuck on Clara's shoulder, Clara panicked. Darma will take the money.

"Dad don't take that money, it's to pay for our meal, dad!" 

Clara tries to snatch her bag again but Darma pushes her strong until Clara's body hits the wall.

"Surge!"

"Aahh .. dad!"

Darma smiled with satisfaction because tonight he was going to party with the money.

Seriate