I Love You, Uncle
Chapter 16

Delia was silent for a moment, but then decided to tell the bartender a little about the problem.

“Did you see the man sitting at the end there? He was a mercenary. If you want to find out about the whereabouts of the girl, just ask the man for help,” said the bartender.

Delia smiled slantingly, agreeing with the bartender's words. After thanking the bartender, Delia immediately approached the man intended by the bartender and explained what she wanted.

“So, you want me to find a girl named Clara Antonio?” ask the man.

Delia nodded. “Yes. I want to know where he is at the moment because I have to see him soon,” Delia said firmly.

“But, all of it is not free,” said the man earlier.

Delia rolled her eyeballs, then took out a few pieces of money from her wallet.

“This is new DP, if your job is good and you manage to find the girl, I will give you some more money,” Delia said.

The man smiled, then received the money given by Delia. “Deal. You don't have to worry, looking for someone isn't a difficult thing for me. In a moment you will also definitely find him,” he said confidently then straightened his drink.

Delia smiled with satisfaction, she was already impatient to be able to meet Clara. He did not accept it because it was decided by Ansel. He'll do everything he can to keep Clara and Ansel from coming together.

After asking someone to find out where Clara is, Delia also posted something on her social media. Namely a blank image that says “Relationship can be destroyed because of the closest people who never even thought of.”.

A melodious smile could be heard filling one of the rooms in a luxurious mansion located in the suburbs. A girl had just finished her bath and was drying her hair while humming a little to fill the void. The house was occupied only by two people, himself and a servant. Sometimes, to make the atmosphere not feel too lonely, Clara will play the song loudly and she will sing according to the song played.

But today is night. He couldn't possibly turn on the music so loud at nights like this. The clock had already shown ten o'clock at night when the girl came out of the bathroom. Earlier, when he was soaking in the bathtub, he fell asleep until he did not realize that the day was getting night.

When he was busy drying his hair with a towel, suddenly his phone rang. Clara grabbed her phone on a bedside nightstand, then smiled as she saw who was calling her.

“Halo, Mira. When are you going to play at my house again?” greet Clara even before Mira could return her greeting.

“Halo, Clara. Sorry, I've been doing a lot of work lately. I don't even have much time to rest,” replied Mira then sighed.

Clara took her breath. Being an adult is completely different from when they were teenagers. In the past, they could freely meet whenever they wanted because they had no responsibilities. Now, work is enough to hinder them from meeting. Well, even though they actually at least once a week still meet. It's just, Clara felt that it wasn't enough.

“Alright, I understand. I'm pretty busy on the farm right now. But, to be honest, I feel very lonely. If only you could stay here. Surely my house will not feel lonely anymore,” complained Clara.

“Ih! You know yourself, ‘kan, how do I relate to Om Ansel?” grumbled Clara with annoyance. “She wanted me to forget her and now I'm trying to forget her. Anyway ... Ansel already has a lover. I don't want to see their affection if I live there.”

Mira's crisp laughter sounded gushed out. This made Clara even more upset. Clara knows very well that her silly romance with Ansel is a separate pastime for Mira. Anyone else knowing about what happened between Clara and Ansel would have laughed at that stupid feeling.

“By the way about lovers, have you seen the picture I sent you?” mira asked after stopping her laughter.

“What picture?” ask Clara. “I just finished a shower and haven't had time to check any short messages.”

“Then, quickly you see,” said Mira.

“Alright, alright,” reply Clara. The girl kept the phone away from her ear, then checked the short message sent by Mira.

Clara's eyes rounded as she looked at the image sent by Mira. Mira sent him a screenshot of Delia's social media posts. A post containing insinuations to ... himself?

Clara hurriedly returned the phone to her ear.

“Mira, does that mean ...”

“Yes, I think they've broken up,” replies Mira, connecting Clara's broken sentence.

“But, how can?” ask Clara.

“Entahlah. But, judging from the post, it seems like they broke up because of you,” said Mira.

That night, after ending her conversation with Mira, Clara was completely unable to sleep quietly. The girl kept thinking about Delia and Ansel's relationship. For some reason, Clara felt that something bad was coming to her soon.

Clara's instincts are never wrong.

The next day, when Clara had just arrived home after work, the girl was startled by Delia's presence. Clara parked her car while frowning as she saw Delia standing in the doorway of her house while looking up at her car while folding her hands in front of her chest.

“What is Delia doing here? Where does she know about my home address?” muttered Clara then took her bag and got out of the car.