I Love You, Uncle
Chapter 8
After turning off the phone, Clara pulled her suitcase out of the room. Walking quietly, Clara carried two large suitcases out of her room. Sometimes he looked to the right and to the left to make sure Ansel didn't see him go.
Clara did not want to say goodbye to Ansel this morning because she knew that Ansel would definitely oppose his decision as to what the man did last night. Clara does not want Ansel to interfere with her decision on this one because Ansel is the reason why Clara chose this path.
As Clara was walking, she overheard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen. The girl frowned, thinking if perhaps she had misheard. But, the problem was that the voice sounded louder and made Clara even more curious.
“No way, ‘kan, the woman was early this morning already here?” murmured Clara slowly.
Clara tried to ignore the voice and stepped back. However, just as she was about to reach the living room, the sound of footsteps came closer to her, making Clara turn her head and frown when she saw who was coming from the kitchen.
“Clara!” call a girl who is none other than Delia.
‘What does Delia do blind mornings like this here?’ ask Clara in my heart. The girl who had initially been upset by Delia's presence was increasingly upset because she found Delia early in the morning had arrived at her uncle's house. Clara was not even surprised that Delia also often spent the night in this house. Thinking about it makes Clara's determination to leave this house more rounded.
“Where do you want to go?” delia asked puzzledly as she gazed towards the two large suitcases that Clara had dragged along. Just yesterday Clara came home, no way, right, if Clara wants to go back abroad again?
“I want to go to my parents' house. It is inappropriate for me to stay here considering that now I am no longer a child,” Clara said with a faint smile, then pulled her suitcase back towards the door.
‘Even Delia knows how long Om Ansel took a shower. Is their relationship really that serious?’ Clara asked in her heart. The girl's heart rumbled hot, yet she tried to remain calm.
Clara forced a smile to slant on her lips. “No need, Delia. Yesterday I said goodbye to Om Ansel. After all, now I was in a hurry because my friend was already on the way to my parents' house,” explained Clara then stepped out of the Ansel residence.
Once outside, Clara asks a security guard to get her parents' car out of the garage. After her parents' car was parked in front of Ansel's porch, Clara put two suitcases into the trunk of the car.
“Clara, are you sure you don't want to wait for Ansel?” ask Delia again. The girl was confused because earlier when she met Ansel, Ansel did not tell anything about this. Ansel even asked the waiter to prepare breakfast for Clara with Clara's favorite meal.
Clara shook her head while smiling faintly. “No need. Om Ansel also knew that I wanted to stay at my parents' house. Just say my regards to Om Ansel. Sorry, Delia. I was really in a hurry,” explained Clara then got into the car.
Clara let out a long sigh, steadying her heart if the decision she took this time was the best one for herself as well as for Ansel.
“Goodbye, Om Ansel,” muttered Clara then drove her car out of the Ansel residence.
Although her heart was heavy, Clara still chose to leave because she did not want her heart to be tormented anymore.