RED STAINS OF LOVERS

UNEXPECTED MEETING

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Since he did not meet Clara Zidan to drive Adelia back to his house, maybe tomorrow he will come to that place again to look for Clara. 

After dropping Adelia off in front of her house, Zidan drove back to his boarding house. While still on the road his mind continues to be fixed on Clara. Almost 4 years he harbored feelings for the girl whether to end up disappointed again?

Maybe he did not dare to express his feelings because he did not have anything to be proud of in front of Clara, but now he has everything. Even he was building a future home, all that he did just for the sake of the idol girl.

"Where exactly are you? Do you know I'm worried and always think of you?"

Zidan was so frustrated, where else should I look for Clara? A few days without seeing him makes him miss. 

Zidan stopped his car when the red light flashed, turned his gaze to the side of the window, and right in his sight caught the figure of the body he was looking for just getting into a minimarket with a middle-aged woman.

"Clara .. That's Clara right?" he muttered, Zidan then pulled over his car and then got down to make sure what he saw was not wrong.

Zidan goes into the minimarket, looking around for the figure of Clara among visitors and meet. Clara is picking apples.

"It's good to make rujak?" Clara said, she did not realize if a pair of eyes were looking at her full of longing.

Zidan wanted to cry because he was too happy, slowly but surely his steps swung closer to Clara.

"Sella …"

Clara turned her head to hear someone say her name, the apple in her hand came off and fell on the floor.

"Zi-Zidan?"

Their two eyes met, Clara saw the two beads in front of her glazed. Zidan's crying? But why is she crying? 

Neither Zidan nor Clara was able to say a word, Clara herself did not expect to be able to meet with the selebgram here.

Zidan advanced to get closer to Clara. 

"Where are you going? Lookingforyou? Kena ..." Zidan's sentence stopped because Ms. Franda came.

"Clara, you haven't, son, if su ... Who is he, son? You knew her?" Bu Franda looked at them alternately, but when she paid more attention, it felt like she was familiar with the handsome face in front of her? Have they ever met?

"In-He Zidan, Mom, Clara's friend." Clara then introduced them.

Franda invited them to talk at home, of course, after buying green apples and young mangoes. Since Maghrib Clara wanted to eat the fruit, maybe he craved so he wanted the sour fruit to be made rujak.

The desire came suddenly and could not be delayed. He kept whining, which is why Bu Franda took him to the minimarket. Lucky minimarket is located not far from the housing, only 100 meters away so it can be reached on foot.

Actually, Franda forbade Clara from coming, but stubbornly, she insisted on wanting to come with the reason of being bored in the house continues, with the forced he finally allowed.

Zidan was still in disbelief, his eyes staring fixedly at Clara who was looking down. I don't know, Clara was feeling uncomfortable because Zidan kept seeing her.

"Don't you see why?" Clara finally opened her voice after a while the two were silent, awkward.

"I didn't expect to see you here. You go anywhere, Sella, I'm looking for you. On campus, at your workplace, but you don't exist. Why did you leave the house, did your father do any more rude things to you? Tell me, Sella!"

Clara gawked, she was confused as to which one to answer first? Zidan suddenly turned into a husband who was possessive to his wife. And Clara felt like she was a wife in her husband's court because she was leaving unattached.

"Just one-on-one dong, Zi, I'm confused about which one to answer first!"

Zidan did not reply, he continued to stare at Clara without blinking as if afraid that Clara would disappear again.

Clara was so misbehaved because she was stared at like that by Zidan. Luckily, Franda came to bring her a drink and brought her a washed apple, put it on the table and sat down next to Clara.

"Oh, so, Nak Zidan went to that college too? How rich, familiar is that his face?"

"Of course, Mom, this is Zidan 

selebgram too, Mom. So it's only natural that I'm familiar" Clara explained who Zidan was and his profession.

The conversation continued until Zidan finally noticed Clara's body that looked thinner, her face looked pale. Is Clara sick? What pain, and why did he leave his house all, was he expelled? 

A kind of thought raged in his brain. Zidan was really worried about Clara's situation.

After being overwhelmed with curiosity and anxiety, Zidan ventured to ask questions, but instead of answering Clara, crying made Zidan feel guilty because there might be something wrong with his question.

"If it makes you sad don't answer, that's okay."

Clara rubbed her two wet cheeks. Actually Zidan's hands were very itchy wanting to hug Clara, making her lean on her chest.

"Why?"

"Don't ask me why, Zidan, I hate to tell you myself." Her tears spilled back, considering the events always made her sick let alone having to tell her. He could not bear it, his heart would be even more hurt.

But he also needs friends to tell stories, and as long as he knows this man is very good and reliable. Does he have to tell Zidan? What if Zidan finds out she's pregnant and Zidan stays away from her? 

Aghhh .. Why is life so complicated as a tangled thread?

Zidan is still faithfully waiting for an explanation from Clara. Ms. Franda has been inside since, she's been hiding behind the door, eavesdropping. Actually, since he was in the minimarket, he had noticed Zidan's attitude towards Clara.

'Does he seem to like Clara? May Clara wish to share her grief with the man, and it seems that Zidan is also kind, polite, and loving.' Franda murmured in her heart, she secretly hopes Clara will open her heart to Zidan. And somehow he was so sure that Zidan would accept Clara for who she was.

"Slow down the story I will be faithful to hear it," said Zidan sincerely, Clara raised her face to look at Zidan. 

Both their eyes met, Clara only realized if Zidan was more handsome than Yuan and looked calmer and more mature.

Clara turned her face away, powerless to linger face to face with the man in front of her.

"Why, Sella?"

"Are you sure you want to hear it? I'm afraid you'll be disgusted by me."

"Why should you be disgusted? You have a disgusting disease until I have to …"

"I'm pregnant."

Zidan instantly fell silent, his body frozen, his mouth speechless even though he wanted to, but his throat choked like something was suffocating him. 

Seeing Zidan speechless Clara understood, surely Zidan was now disgusted because he had been dirty. Whereas in Zidan's mind he was asking who impregnated him? All she knew was that Clara had no boyfriend, her male friends could be counted on her fingers.

"Now do you know why I left the house? I'm ashamed of my neighbors, I'm afraid they'll scorn me.?" The face of Zidan was fixed.

"Now you're disgusted at me?"

Zidan flinched then looked at Clara, shaking her head.

"No. I'm not disgusted with you. Why should I be disgusted?" 

Clara did not answer, looking at Zidan looking for the truth in those eyes, but there was honesty and sincerity.

"You know who the man who ruined you is?"

"Don't ask who he is, Zidan. I don't want to remember. I hate him so much." Although he did not want to cry, but in fact he could not bear, every time he remembered Yuan's name the image of male regret always appeared and his heart would hurt.

Zidan looked at Clara with pity. Clara seemed to be very hurt, surely the man had hurt her heart otherwise she would definitely hold her accountable instead of dodging instead? But who is that man? Does he know her? 

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