RED STAINS OF LOVERS

JEALOUS

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Clara was pecking herself in front of the mirror, so it happened that tonight she had a holiday. And as promised he will go with his boss. Usually if the holidays like this Clara prefers to study or go with Dion even though it is just a walk to the park, eat meatballs or sometimes go to the movies. Clara always felt comfortable and protected every time she was with Dion. Dion is very kind, gentle and loving. Unlike Yuan who often irritated him and rose in blood.

But because tonight he has to accompany Arman, so he can't study or go with Dion or go with Yuan like yesterday. Yes, of course without Dion's knowledge even though they didn't go together, but there was Adelia too.

"Hey, can't I think of him anyway? No, no, I have Dion. Focus on Dion Clara don't think about other guys!"

After making sure of Clara's appearance then came out, looking for the father to say goodbye.

"Father Clara left first, Clara's coffee has prepared also dinner on the table. If you want to go, don't forget the door's in the lock!" said Clara in front of her father's door, Clara knew Darma was awake because Clara had seen her father vomiting in the bathroom. Must have been drunk last night.

"Hmm."

Only it sounded from within that faded whitewashed room. Clara returns to her breech and reminds Darma to lock her door if she leaves. Clara herself had brought a spare key so as not to disturb her father's sleep.

Clara stands on the porch waiting for an invitation because her boss promises to pick her up. And sure enough, it wasn't long before a shiny black sedan stopped right in front of him. The driver came down and approached Clara.

"Have you waited a long time?" ask the man who actually deserves to be Clara's father. Clara smiled.

"Lumayan om" said Clara politely.

"You're so pretty tonight, Clara."

Both cheeks Clara blush increasingly add beauty. "Ah, you can," he blushed.

"Are you ready to go?" Clara nodded, Arman opened the car door for Clara while she circled the body of the car and sat behind the wheel.

"Where's the college, okay?" ask Arman on the way. 

"Lumayan om" Clara said briefly.

Arman nodded his head. "You need nothing, don't hesitate to say the same om. You're already considered like your own son so don't hesitate."

Clara smiles, though never feeling the affection of Darma but Clara is grateful because Arman loves and cares for her. Though the man is nobody but his mother's best friend, while Darma his own real father let alone love him even once the man never spoke well to him, he said, what comes out of the mouth of Darma is only insults and insults that are not necessarily the truth.

Clara often asks Arman about her mother. And the man said that his mother was a good woman.

Not feeling the sedan car reached the destination, once again Arman opened the car door for Clara makes the girl feel flattered because she was treated like a queen.

They then went in and sat down on the chair that Arman had previously ordered.

A steward came to bring food and arranged it on the table.

"Come eaten and just seen?" Arman was astonished that Clara had only seen her food without touching it.

"Clara's confused about how to eat it, um." Clara had never eaten a stick once, serving often but eating never.

"You've never eaten a steak?" arman asked who answered Clara's nod. The man then taught her how to cut the stick. However, many times the girl tried but still could not, the stick she cut was thrown under the table. Of course it made Arman laugh.

"Of om nih, instead of being taught palah diketawain.' Clara pushed her lips forward making the laughter of the man sitting in front of her not stop laughing, for her Clara was very funny and adorable. If he were young, he would have fallen in love with Clara.

"Not eating ah, hard." Clara pushed the plate away from him, grabbed his favorite melon juice and then sipped it. 

Clara was very upset at herself for cutting the stick only she could not. Seeing the girl in front of him continue to manyun Arman stood up then taught Clara how to cut the stick.

"Well, easy, right? Now try it yourself!"

Clara tried it and it worked, the girl cheered happily. No matter the visitors looking towards him. Maybe in their minds Clara's behavior is very kampungan and tacky. But not Clara's name if taken dizzy.

Actually tonight Yuan intends to approach Clara on the suggestion that Dion himself must be romantic. And somehow from the first time I met Clara Yuan felt that there was something different about Clara from the other girls. He who is usually indifferent to women becomes very interested in Clara. Yuan felt that only Clara was capable of making her heart tremble.

What he saw with his own eyes. Yuan began to argue that Clara was the same as most women. Rela sells himself for rupian sheets on striped-nose men.

"It turns out you're the same as most girls, Clara, cheesy. I thought you were different from the others but I was wrong. You don't look like the disgusting scum of society."

Yuan squeezed the can of his drink to shapelessness and left the restaurant. Riding the motor at high speed. He deliberately brought a motorbike so that it could be close to each other with Clara. Yuan had imagined Clara hugging him from behind, imagining the beautiful girl leaning her head back and saying, "i love you too, Brother Yuan.".

"Damn it! Why does my mind always get over that damn girl's face?" maki Yuan who knows who she obviously hates Clara now.

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"Thank you, o'm, it's been a good meal for Clara" said Clara after getting off Arman's car, the man smiled.

"Sama-sama om also seneng because you want to nemenin om eat."

Clara nodded, if her father was as kind and gentle as Arman would be very happy. There is no need to live in a house that always makes it look like hell.

"Clara," Arman's call a little surprised Clara. The man waved his hand to get closer.

"I-iya om," he said and then according to.

"Om can you hug?"

Clara was silent for a moment but immediately nodded. Slightly lowered his body so that Arman who was in the car could hug him. Comfortable and warm when Clara felt Arman's grip on her body so much that she could not feel her tears.

"Thank you, huh?" said Arman then took off the hug, Clara knew what her mother's best friend meant. Arman had no children because he was barren. However, his wife refused to be divorced even though Arman said he deserved a better man than him.

"Yes, um, same."

Arman says goodbye after forcing Clara to receive an envelope from him. Chara was about to turn her body around when a call caught her off guard.

"Sister Yuan?"

The man ran over to Clara.

"What is Brother Yuan here?"

"Wait for you."

Clara frowned. "Wait for me? Why?" Since when did he wait for her.

"You take you to watch. Yes, yes, please. Yeah, huh?" Yuan pleaded as he cupped his hands in front of his face.

Clara was silent for a moment. "Sorry, I'm tired. Tomorrow I go to college in the morning I have to work until night."

Clara's words were just misinterpreted by Yuan. "Forgive, tired of just serving that old man?" Of course it was just Yuan said inwardly.

"So soon, promise not long," Yuan still kekeh invite Clara away.

"I'm sorry next time, I'm so tired of this anyway, it's late."

"You're tired of just serving this guy, right?"

Seriate