The Foreign Softness

##Bab 37 Hypocritical Men

The building materials shop I just visited is his.

"Well, it's hard to wait for the bus at this hour."

Doni opened the umbrella and got out of the car.

"We're friends, aren't we? Even though Candra has done something that has hurt you, it shouldn't affect our friendship."

Doni's tall and slender body stood in front of me, his tone sounding sincere.

I frowned and fell silent. I haven't considered Candra's friend my friend in a long time. They all saw me I was a joke in Stella's eyes.

Maybe in their eyes I was a joke.

"Yum." Doni called me by my real name and suddenly he said again, "Oh, your name is Clara now, huh? Clara, that problem .. I mean, about Candra and Stella. I feel guilty for you. I'm not helping you stop them together. Candra threatened us not to tell you about her and Stella's relationship. If anyone says it, he won't think of us as his friends anymore."

Doni's face looked calm and indifferent. However, while talking about Candra, she frowned and shook her head, as if feeling very helpless over Candra's betrayal.

"Candra is completely heartless. She doesn't even want her own child and still tells you to abort your womb. Absolutely outrageous. The child is his own flesh and blood!" said Doni. I suddenly raised my head. In the heavy rain and fog, I saw sadness in Doni's eyes.

Seeing the shock in my eyes, Doni said with great sadness, "Candra has changed, even I don't know her anymore. No matter how we tried to persuade her, she still did not want the child. He said the boy was the source of the disaster. Only by aborting your womb can he completely break with you. From then on, she can live happily with Stella."

My face became increasingly pale, the cold rain could not match the coolness brought by Candra's words. Even though when he told me to abort the child, I was already discouraged and hated him, now I again heard from Doni's mouth about Candra's heartless attitude. My heart felt unbearable pain.

It was as if someone had stabbed my heart into a hole and blood was rushing out.

Doni looked at my increasingly pale face, his narrowed eyes narrowing slightly. Just then, it faintly flashed a cunning.

I didn't get in Doni's car. Doni got into the car again while holding an umbrella. As he was about to raise his leg, he asked as if looking worried, "If you want to renovate the house, tell me, whatever materials you use, go and get it. We're all friends, don't bother me."

I ignored Doni's words. Empty gazes. Of course I could not see the smile on the corner of Doni's lips as he turned his head and also the look of arrogant eyes in his eyes that could not be hidden.

Doni's car drove away. The bus had arrived too, I got into the bus and let the bus take me back to the apartment.

That night, I dreamed of my son again. She stretched out her little hands and cried asking me to hold her. I cry sad. Cindy woke up to my cry, she ran into my room in a panic, "Clara, what's wrong with you?"

"Cindy," I said. "I dreamt of my son, but I couldn't find him. What am I supposed to do?"

Cindy hugged me, "Tomorrow we go to jail and ask, maybe they know who adopted the baby."

After the sky became clear, Cindy deliberately asked for leave and accompanied me to the prison I once lived in. We found a female prison guard who was in charge of looking after me in the hospital when I gave birth.

The couple was taken by the prison guards.

Cindy and I were just listening to an unpleasant comment from a female prison guard.

"Sister, I've met my son twice. His life seems very difficult. You let me meet her foster parents. I can't take it back to my son. I just want to know my son's current state" I said in a pleading tone.

The irony and sarcasm on the female prison guard's face became deeper, "Why didn't you think so from the start? You who do not want it, now you who want to meet your son. You think people all over the world should serve you?"

The female prison guard gave us a sour look and walked away.

I stood there stunned, my heart ached. Cindy was about to find a female prison guard, but I held her down, "Here you go, if me and the kid are still in a match, we'll definitely meet again."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and walked out without saying a word.

When we got out of the prison, the sky looked gray. I followed Cindy back to the apartment without saying a word. Cindy received a call from the office and was about to leave, but she was worried about me, I just waved to ask her she left.

I'm fine, I just need to calm my mind.

In TV news, Candra donated money to an orphanage. The camera highlights Candra's handsome face then lands on a 10 billion check in her hand and writes down a very clear explanation.

The media did a short interview with him and asked him why he donated money to the orphanage. Heard every year he donated a lot of money to the orphanage. Is that true?

Candra nodded, her clear eyes slightly sparkling and said, "Children are the future of the homeland. As an entrepreneur, I'm willing to do my best to help these kids live the best possible lives."

Suddenly I remembered the night a few years ago, I whispered in his arms and asked, "Will you donate some money to orphanage children every year of our lives?"

He frowned and smiled, then pinched me with his fingers and said, "You didn't say it either, I have the same idea. The orphanage is where you grew up and I'm willing to put my effort into making it better."

Every year since then, she's donated a portion of the profits to the orphanage I grew up in until we divorced.

But at this moment, my heart felt cold and bitter. Candra the hypocritical man. You even want to kill your own son cruelly. Still dare to say the child is the future of the homeland.

I pressed the TV remote, as soon as Candra's face disappeared in front of my eyes.

I pulled out my phone and started looking for the word "Candra". I saw a series of news about Candra, one of them, 'Candra, the founder of PT. Sinar Muda, the representative of entrepreneurs who have made outstanding contributions to the city, will attend the city's representative assembly in three days.

A revenge plan slowly came to my mind.

Three days later, I wore a short black skirt and thick sunglasses on my face. I appeared tens of meters away from that location. The location was heavily guarded, but it did not affect what happened next.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the meeting opened. One by one the men wearing suits and leather shoes walked out, among them Candra.

His handsome and educated appearance made him who stood in the crowd, look very attractive.