Star Clarissa

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The door was knocked, Doni stared at the doorway and smiled faintly, he stood up leaving his desk to approach the man who stood for a long time in the doorway of his room.

"Can I help you, Doctor Gio?"

Gio smile. "Busy huh? I'm sorry, just coming in just got you in trouble, Doctor Doni."

Doni chuckles. "Ah, not really, I haven't moved much in a long time."

"Hm.. Right too." Gio nodded small. "Has the Son called?"

"Already," Doni invited Gio to enter his room. "Please tell the Son, don't spoil Clarissa, my little girl does love to sleep."

"Leave it, don't learn it either. Thank you," Gio sat down and received a can of coffee from Doni. "Schools are only worried that if they get back sooner, the kids will get together and make a fuss during school hours. So they let the kids stay in the school area first."

"That's great anyway. But, is it okay if Clarissa and Son go home first?" Doni felt it was not a good thing to do. The son will become accustomed to acting arbitrarily, unfortunately Doni did not dare to say it to Gio.

Gio smiled faintly. "I told you, don't do anything bad, people will be jealous of such an act. But, Son is still Son, he will do as he pleases if it is for Clarissa's business."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you not understand, Doctor Doni?" The question left Doni confused. Gio chuckled.looking at Doni's response. Gio gave a position like he was going to whisper to Doni. "It seems my son has feelings for your little girl, Doctor Doni."

"Ah, that's right." That strange sentence made Doni laugh crisply, how could Doni deduce such a thing. But his laughter faded and sounded bland, "really?"

"Let's just note from now on, my son always behaves strangely when dealing with Clarissa. Stay Cool the boy will disappear and turn out to be friendly if there's Clarissa."

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Clarissa blinked her eyes, in half conscious she looked for the whereabouts of her cell phone lying on a small table next to the mattress. But suddenly he woke up. He lifted his head and stared around this large room.

This isn't his room.

This room is more worthy of mention as an Apartment, compared to a private room.

He saw Putra sitting on a single sofa while playing his tablet, wearing black trousers and a black sleeveless T-shirt featuring his arm muscles, sexy as it were, sometimes he sips warm tea on the table. Clarissa came out from under the blanket, tidied it up and tidied her hair.

"W-I'm here?"

The son turned his head, he looked at Clarissa who had woken up with a face still half conscious. The man smiled thinly. He stood up after putting the tablet down and walked over to Clarissa.

"Gue bother you to sleep?"

Clarissa's eyes squinted, she was equally as unperturbed. But......

"Gue woke up by himself." Scratch his head. "Why can I sleep here? how's school?"

"Lo don't want to?" Ask the Son and be answered by Clarissa. "Lo's walking here by himself."

"Huh? not possible."

"My house has CCTV."

Clarissa was silent trying to remember. Unfortunately, he doesn't remember at all. "What time?"

The son smiled faintly, stroking Clarissa's puffed cheeks. "You home? let me anter."

"Well," hurriedly Clarissa ran to reach for her bag lying on the long sofa, and she accidentally saw the still-lit tablet of the Son, which was still on, showing the school group talking about the photo between Putra and Meysa earlier.

"What's Meysa doing?" tanyanya while wearing her backpack and walking slowly towards the Son.

The son moved to release Clarissa's bag for her to carry, Clarissa did not refuse that. "Well, he I brought it to the UKS and Marisa called Rosita to nemenin."

"Oh," their steps stopped, because the Son was holding the door handle, his head turned to Clarissa who was waiting for the door to open. "Why?"

"Lo didn't ask me about Meysa?"

Son nodded. "Lo know about that?"

"Yes, from Om Gio." The answer. "Keep Meysa also told me about that time."

"Maysa?" The son stared in surprise with a nod of Clarissa. "Meysa tell you that?"

"Yes, when we met at the hospital." Clarissa walked leaning against the wall to look at the Son. "Put, do you know about Clara causing your mother's death?"

"Huh? you know where it's coming from?"

"So you know about that."

The son put Clarissa's bag on the floor, she touched both of Clarisaa's shoulders and looked solemnly. "Jawab Ca, you know where?"

Clarissa did not answer.

"Ca, answer."

"Papa's phone," her eyes turned red, she wasn't told anything this important. "Aren't you guys gonna tell me about this the same? wh why? what else about Meysa's father, Clara was also the cause of Meysa's father died right? I feel like a Put villain, because papa, Meysa has to lose her papa."

"Why should you feel guilty Ca? that woman should feel guilty, not you."

"I didn't dare to call Meysa because if I met her, it was as if I was an easy target for her to bully." Clarissa wiped away her tears that had suddenly fallen. "But, now to accidentally see Meysa I'm already scared because because because of my family he has to shirk the people he loves."

"Lo also lost a man who loved Ca." The son hugged Clarissa, very tightly. "Don't ever think about it, you're not wrong, I'm going to make that woman rot in prison. I promise."

The son pushed strongly when the door suddenly opened. There's a little scream out there. "Yarose.... What the hell's going on? why did you close the door."

Hearing Anita's voice cry, Clarissa was about to let go of the hug but Putra held her back and still let them embrace each other.

"Some time ma..." Putra Saying.

"Is he awake? if you don't bother him yet, you go out and eat now!!!" Anita again shouted from the outside, the sound of her scolding fading away. "Hey, why am I yelling too,"

After confirming Anita was no longer in front of her room, Putra let go of the hug and grabbed Ckarissa's two shoulders.

"Ca...."

Clarissa looks up. "Hmmm..."

"Lately, why are you moving away from me again?"

"Not really."

"Honestly Ca, I know you're getting away from me again."

"No!!"

"Yes.."

Clarisaa removed both hands of the Son from her shoulders, her gaze she tried to sharpen, even though she had never done this. Clarissa grabbed her bag lying on the floor.

"Gue said no no no, ngeyel sih.."

"Gue feels that way." His response while paying attention to the movement of Clarissa in front of him, even though the movement looks nervous and confused. "Lo really don't want to talk about the concert Ca?"

Clarissa stopped her movements, she lowered her head and sighed softly. "No."

"When I'm waiting to be asked about it, I've assembled all kinds of answers if suddenly you're the same as me."

"I'm not interested in that." Clarissa turned around, her hand holding the door handle suddenly frozen, she could not move as the Son's burly hand coiled around her neck, the man's head leaning too late on the top of his head. Only the regular breath of the Son can Clarissa hear.

"Le-pass...." He said nervously, this is more nervous than usual. "Put-son..."

The son does not menajwab, he increasingly tightened the embrace by wrapping the other arm tighter. They were in that position long enough that Putra loosened his arms, but they were still in Clarissa's position standing back to the Son.

"Gue likes it the same way you Ca "

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