Emily, The Mute Girl
He Doesn't Love You

For Clarissa, her son was completely useless. Even her presence was unable to prevent Emily's arrival to this place.

"Aws.. Mother, sick." - Jordan groans as Clarissa unknowingly strengthens her grip, but her mother is unmoved at her moans. He just increased his strength, making Jordan start crying.

"Mother,, pain..."

Clarissa really disliked Jordan's crying face, which bothered her a lot. The strength of his hand grew even more, as if he wanted to crush the child's shoulder.

"You can only cry and cry, but why does she like you so much?? Why can I give birth to a useless child like you?!" Clarissa wondered without regard for Jordan's magic.

"Let's.. Hikss, pain, Mom.. Hikss, let go of me.." Pinta Jordan was frightened, he dared to look at Clarissa but his mother's gaze looked empty, making him cringe. Luckily, Della opened the door and saw what happened.

"Clarissa, stop! You hurt her" Della said.

Hearing her Tante's voice, Clarissa immediately regained her senses. It was as if he was back and he could see his son crying in pain. His grip immediately slipped and he looked at his hands with nanar, realizing that he had made a mistake. He hurt his son and even found him useless just because Jeremy didn't notice him. He realizes, open his wrong son, but himself who has no price in front of Jeremy. However, sometimes the baby blues syndrome that he suffers often master it, making him hopeful and that hope makes him look for reasons to calm his heart like this, blaming his son. When Clarissa's grip came off, Jordan immediately ran towards Della.

"Grandma!"

She hugged Della and cried in her arms, while Della looked at Clarissa who was also crying in silence. She wanted to comfort Clarissa, but with Jordan crying in her cradle, she chose to calm the boy down first.

"Help the President's mother to get back to her bed." Della orders the waiter there, and holds Jordan out to the boy's room. Jordan still continued to cry despite having been in her bed, her embrace of her Grandma also getting tighter.

"Hiks..First Lady.hikss.does not like me.." said Jordan with a voice trembling with his cry. Dell stroked his tears and stroked his hair gently.

"She, shh.. Don't cry anymore. Your mother doesn't hate you" said Della.

He could feel how sad the child felt to be treated harshly by Clarissa. He knew Clarissa's attitude was outrageous. But it happened because of Jeremy's attitude. All young mothers in the world will definitely experience the baby blues if mentally depressed. Della doesn't want her granddaughter to hate her birth mother. He hopes that, one day, Jordan can change Clarissa's life for the better.

"Ta.but.. Mom said I was useless." Jordan's voice grew smaller and he started crying again.

"I...M. mom hates me.. Hicks.." Della's heart felt tight to see Jordan's sadness, he immediately embraced her.

"No, that's not true. The First Lady loves you and never hates you. The First Lady was like that because she was sick, so was not aware of what she was saying." said Della calming her down. He let go of his embrace and wiped the child's tears.

"Trust Grandma. You're his real son, so how could he hate you? Your mother loves you so much, you and your sister are her strength and the reason for that is staying" Della said.

"Don't hate your mother, Jordan..."

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After Jordan finally falls asleep, Della then steps out toward the room where Clarissa is. He found the room dark, not a single lamp lit, making him feel how gloomy this place was. Sighing her breath, Della pressed the switch and made the room brightly lit. The figure on the bed moved slightly, and spoke in a hoarse voice, indicating that he had just burst into great tears.

"I said turn off the lights!”

"Clarissa." Della called out to him gently. He felt sorry for his nephew. Clarissa who had been closed, slowly opened her eyes and turned around, there were still remnants of tears flowing there.

"Stop crying" she said. Clarissa felt sorry for herself, the only person who was truly sincere to her was just her own Tante. While the person he expected, never cared about him at all. But he always expected it, hoping that one day the man would come back as nice to him as he used to be, when the man needed it.

"Is Jordan okay?" ask Clarissa at last.

"Hm.. She's fine, and she's asleep right now." said Della while wiping Clarissa's tears, but instead of staying still, Clarissa was crying more and more.

"Aa. I didn't mean to hurt him." - I was sad. Della nodded as she continued to wipe Clarissa's tears.

"Tante knows, don't worry. Auntie doesn't blame you" she said. Clarissa was silent for a moment.

"What if he blames me?" tanyakanya.

"Who do you mean? Your president or your son?" Della asked back. Clarissa was silent, confused as to what to answer.

"Are you more worried about being blamed by the President than you are about hating your own son?" della asked as Clarissa kept quiet. Della sighed, then said carefully.

"Honey, Aunt is advising you because Auntie cares about you. Jordan is your son, your flesh and blood. The president is your husband, but he doesn't love you and even thinks you don't exist. For you, which is more important, the President or your son?" Hearing this, Clarissa's heart was like being stabbed over and over again.

"But I love him." he murmured.

"Tante knows." said Della holding her breath.

"And I want it so badly." murmured Clarissa again.

"Huff.. Auntie knows, but the one you love doesn't love you and the one you want doesn't want you. He loves and wants others." Della said.

Della's words just left Clarissa's heart breaking, she wakes up in despair and shouts: 'Clarissa:

"What did Auntie say?? Does Auntie not want to support me anymore? Auntie knows I love her so much, so why would Auntie say such a thing? It makes me very sick. Does Aunt want to blame me too?" Clarissa sobbed and gasped for breath, Della held both hands, trying to calm her down.

"Auntie always supports you. But, Auntie also wants the best for you. Aunty wants to see you happy not slumped like this." said Della softly, but Clarissa was still stubborn.

"If Auntie wants to see me happy, then help me get rid of that mute woman. Help me unite with Jeremy. Auntie knows, only she can make me happy. I love and wheeze..."

"Three years." cut Della up quickly.

"What?" clarissa asked confused.

"Three years. You've been together for three years, and it's without the presence of a woman named Emily. Have you ever been happy?" ask Della. Clarissa blinked her eyes, stunned.

"Clarissa, you know, Aunty helped you because when Jeremy first came to your house, he always treated you well. Aunty thought at that time she just lost her way a little when she wanted to return you to your parents' old house. And at that time you also convinced Auntie that Jeremy loved you, and just a little mourning because his wife died. Auntie is just like you, thinking that time and circumstance can change Jeremy to love you. That's why Aunty helped you to have a child with her. But now, Auntie realized, everything was wrong. Auntie knows, you're not happy at all. You are tormented every day. Until you finally made your son the target of your anger" Della said at length, leaving Clarissa at a loss for words.