Bara's words kept ringing in Atma's mind; now he started to question himself. So far, Atma has never cared about the identity of the women close to him. He is a normal man, like a cat; whatever kind, if served meat, he will definitely enjoy it.
Likewise with Atma, it was these women who offered him heaven on earth, and he would accept it happily. But if something happens beyond his control, then Bara will be the one to step in and tidy everything up until there is no trace. Cruel? No, as the sole heir of Atma, you are required to always look perfect. Not only looks, but images must also be maintained in such a way.
On the other hand, Clarita is still busy lamenting her fate after today. She did not think that she was pregnant with twins; so far, she had never had her pregnancy checked. Not because he was embarrassed, but because he couldn't use his economy to just visit the midwife in the village. She only relies on her instincts to protect her womb.
Even though she didn't expect the baby, for Clarita, the fetus was innocent. The one to blame for all these incidents is himself. Not anyone else, let alone an innocent fetus.
Clarita's thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the door opening. She glanced briefly. Without realizing it, he took a deep breath. "It's him again," Clarita whispered to herself when she saw Atma walking towards her.
“Your bag.” Atma's strong arm reached out to give Clarita the tote bag she had chosen. The only thing he could take with him before being thrown into the city of people
"Hm," Clarita said, clearing her throat without meaning to.
"I have to go home; I'll come here tomorrow," said Atma in a flat tone.
Clarita glared in surprise. "No need; you and I don't have that special relationship."
Clarita's sarcastic answer made Atma smile. He felt that the woman in front of him was different from the others. At first, he thought that Clarita was testing him, but now he was absolutely sure that Clarita was indeed different. "You don't need to have a special relationship to visit other people."
"The word visiting refers to the act of visiting someone you know when they have a disaster. And I... feel like I don't know you." Clarita stared straight into Atma's hazel eyes, as if she weren't afraid of the figure standing straight in front of her.
“Then let's just say I visited a woman to get to know her better. Clear, right?” Atma's determination did not want to lose in the heated debate.
Clarita rolled her eyes lazily. “Isn't that what rich people are like? Always act and make decisions as he pleases.”
Atma smiled very thinly, almost imperceptibly. This was the first time there was a woman who didn't run out of ideas to reply to every word that came out of her mouth. "I go."
“I'm going; I'll visit you. Fuck you, sir; I don't care. You come and go as you please. Do you think we know each other well? You perverted old man!” Clarita blurted it out as soon as Atma closed the door to her room.
"What are you talking about?" Atma asked, making Clarita jump and cover her mouth. "What are you talking about?" Atma repeated, approaching Clarita.
'Why did he come back again?' Clarita thought in fear.
Atma's gaze prompted Clarita to speak up, but the woman seemed reluctant to say a word. Atma raised his eyebrows, waiting for Clarita's answer. "I didn't say anything. You heard wrong. I suggest checking that after this. I'm sure a rich man like you doesn't have much time to clean his ears.”
The corners of Atma's lips twitched, but the man who was known to be cold tried his best to hold back his laughter. However, he has to maintain the cool image that has been attached to him since high school. Not long after, Atma turned around and walked towards the sofa.
"You? Don't you want to go home?" Clarita asked quietly.
Atma turned with one eyebrow raised, her eyes still sharp and piercing. If I'm honest, Clarita almost lost all her bones when faced with the cold man in the shirt.
Just like Atma, Clarita is trying to look cold and untouchable, not because of her position, let alone her current position. The only position attached to Clarita is 'Mother without a husband or job', but her high ego makes her struggle to build it all.
"You want me to stay overnight?" Atma asked coldly.
Clarita's eyes widened perfectly, and she almost swore at the man who had been near her for about six hours. "Do not be crazy! Go, and I hope never to see you again after this." Atma didn't answer; he just smiled crookedly and walked away, leaving Clarita with all her annoyance.
Clarita is now left alone in the VIP room. Clarita has been busy looking at her cellphone. She still insisted on looking for the right job for her, but unfortunately, all the jobs available required 'attractive appearance'. It was clear that Clarita would no longer fit into that category. If in the past Clarita was the campus belle, now everything seems to be the opposite.
Since becoming pregnant, her body has gotten bigger, her face is dull, and her hair has grown. Don't ask again; her hair, which is usually touched by salon medicines every week, is now let alone going to the salon; she can just buy vegetables and rice for one day's meal. She is already grateful.
Clarita took a deep breath when her slender fingers accidentally opened a post showing the happiness of a small family. There is a father, a mother, and the figure of a young woman who is so elegant in a pink dress. Well, today is her parents' anniversary, but unfortunately, Clarita is trapped in a situation where she is thrown away. Never mind sending help; Clarita never even asked for news.
"It's okay, Cla. You can definitely get up. After this, let's start things better. You can't be weak. Remember, there are two lives whose future depends on you. You have to get up!" He said it in a hoarse tone. Clarita laughed sadly in between her small cries.
He put away his cell phone and pulled the blanket up to his neck, wrapping his fragile body so that it wouldn't be further crushed. Now there is no one to encourage him; there is nothing to attract him to just be able to experience a decent life again. He had to fight alone.
“There's nothing to regret, nothing. Get up, Cla, get up.” Clarita spoke softly as her fingers pounded her chest, hoping to stimulate the enthusiasm that was starting to recede. Without realizing it, Clarita was swept away by sadness until she closed her eyes and cried. He always hopes that when he wakes up, everything that happens will just be a dream, but hope is still hope. There is nothing he can change except himself.
Night came, and Clarita became increasingly lost in her dreams. "No, father, mother, no!" I don't want Clarita to mumble in her sleep.
"Hey, wake up, Cla. Cla, wake up."
A gentle pat on Clarita's chubby cheek turned out to have sweet results. The eyes of the woman who had just been babbling incoherently were wide open, her breath still panting.When she managed to neutralize her heartbeat, Clarita turned to look for the perpetrator who helped her get out of that dark dream. Clarita's eyes widened perfectly when she saw a figure she didn't want to see again.
"You!”
"Get up," said Atma, his strong hand holding out a glass of mineral water for Clarita. Instead of accepting Atma's glass, Clarita stared at him coldly. She looked at Atma suspiciously. "What do you want to come here for? I am not a cheap woman who will easily give my body to you.” “Why do you think that?” Clarita snorted lazily and said, “Isn't that a trick of rich men like you, sir? Helping weak women like me, coming like a hero, making them feel like they owe you a favor, and then asking for payment by being served in bed? After that? You will throw away women like dirty laundry.” “Wouldn't dirty clothes be washed and used again?” said Atma, not wanting to lose. "That's right, and when the clothes are worn out, you will throw them away and replace them with new ones. That's the wheel of life in bed for a CEO like you, sir." Clarita replied sarcastically. Atma's gaze did not soften completely, but he understood the situation Clarita was going through, and his suspicions about C
Now Atma is confused because three people are crying at the same time. He looked at Clarita and the two nameless babies alternately. His mind was confused; he had never been in a situation as complicated as this. His intention in coming to the hospital was only to convey the fact that he had paid all the costs so that Clarita didn't need to worry. But what happened was beyond his control. Atma saw something that was actually familiar to him. Because almost every night he enjoyed the view for free, but for some reason seeing Clarita's 'belonging' was able to awaken his naughty side. Luckily, this time he was in a good mood, so he had no intention of taking over the rights of the two nameless babies. After calming himself down from his naughty thoughts, Atma walked over to Clarita, who was still crying, using one hand as a pillow for the boy and covering her face with the other. "Instead of crying, it's better for you to cover this," said Atma as he covered Clarita's clothes. He tried
"What do you mean?" asked Clarita, glaring at Atam sharply.The man shrugged his shoulders indifferently and walked away from Clarita. Not long after Atma left, two women wearing white clothes typical of nurses entered Clarita's room. They were surprised to see what the woman was doing.“Excuse me, Madam, how may I help you?” asked one of the nurses, surprising Clarita."Hah? Ah, no, I just want to tidy up my clothes." Clarita hurried to correct her position.She is now freer because, since this morning, his hands have been free from syringes that interfere with his movements. The 22-year-old woman looked happy because all the plans she had made would soon be implemented."Sorry, Sus, if I go out, how much will I have to bear?" Clarita asked carefully."Cost?" The nurse who was checking Clarita's blood pressure seemed surprised to hear Clarita's innocent question.Clarita nodded slowly while giving a scared look. "Don't wo
"Wow, Clarita has been born. When? Why didn't you tell mom?" said the boarding house owner when she passed Clarita, who was about to enter her room."Yes, ma'am, yesterday I had an accident and was forced to give birth. Thank God the person is responsible."The landlady smiled kindly and said, "Thank goodness then; the important thing is that you and your child are healthy."Clarita just nodded and smiled faintly. After saying goodbye, Clarita rushed into her boarding room. She laid Yara and Yandra carefully on the bed. After that, she changed into more casual clothes. She began to tidy up his personal belongings. She was absolutely sure that after this, the people would no longer accept her, because she once said that her husband would return when she gave birth. And now, let alone her husband, he doesn't know exactly who the father of the twin babies who are fast asleep is."Why don't you clean up straight away? You shouldn't move too much, kid," the bo
“You alone know what's in your heart. Are you comfortable around her, or are you just feeling sorry for her?"Atma looked at Bara, confused. "Pity?"Bara laughed crisply, then he grabbed the black coffee, which was still emitting smoke, and sipped it slowly. “It's a pity because she gave birth without her husband present. Possible.""What is certain is that my heart is dead of love!" Atma said firmly, and Bara just shrugged his shoulders indifferently.Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. This morning, Clarita was bothered by her two babies crying at the same time. Clarita tried to take a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. She did it repeatedly, trying to neutralize her thoughts. Clarita always does this when she is confused."What's wrong, Cla?" asked the landlady, who had been standing in the doorway of her boarding house for some time."Ah, ma'am, sorry if I disturb the other boarding house residents. I also don't know why Yara and Yandra are crying like this.
"Sit here, sis." Clarita looked up slowly. Until she looked at the figure of a young woman."Hi sis, Has anyone been called for an interview?" Clarita asked, trying to be friendly with the young woman beside her. She predicted that the woman would only be 19 years old. It can be seen from her innocent appearance and also from the brown folder she is carrying.“Hi sis, there are already several sis. "There's this much left," she said politely.“This much?” Clarita asked to confirm."Yes, sis, there were a lot more this morning. Oh yes, sis, I'm Deandra; just call me Dean."Clarita returned Dean's hand and said, "I'm Clarita; nice to meet you, Mba."Clarita and Dean engaged in a
There clearly stood two female figures with simple appearances; their heights were not much different. "Who's At?" Bara repeated because Atma did not respond to his question.Without many words, Atma started his car engine and moved to follow the public transportation in front of him. Bara frowned in confusion, but he was reluctant to ask the man beside him. Atma's strong arms gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his eagle eyes stared straight at the transport in front of him as if, if he blinked, the transport would disappear from his sight.Bara seemed to snort harshly; he didn't know where Atma would take him. Moreover, some of the work has not been completed. Now Bara regrets his decision to go to the meeting in one car with Atma; he should have brought his own car so he wouldn't have to get caught in a confusing situation.Unlike Clarita, the woman seemed to be chatting with Dean. After talking with Dean for a long time, she found out that the 19-year-old girl had just moved t
“At!” called Bara, who received a sharp look from the owner of the name. Bara, who understood that Atma didn't want to listen to him at the moment, chose to remain silent and enjoy every romantic scene that might be presented. Clarita limped along; behind her was a girl with waist-length hair. Atma's glass window was not completely closed, so he managed to overhear their conversation. "Sis, who are you looking for?" Dean asked, confused. "Dean won't know who!" Clarita screamed involuntarily. "Yes, that's why, sis. Tell me! If you keep quiet, how will Deanknow?" Dean shouted no less high. Clarita's shoulders weakened; she was restless. Should he tell Dean the truth? "Sis, Dean already thinks of you like Dean's own older brother, even though we've only just met. Dean has told you everything, Sis; you still don't believe it?" "We just met, De." Dean sighed in resignation. "So what, Sis? Didn't you say that you're here alone?