MR. LECTURER, I LOVE YOU
46
This morning Clara had woken up first compared to Rey who was still seen sleeping by still hugging her favorite roll tightly in her arms.
Time still shows at five in the morning. From the night Clara tried to be realistic with her circumstances. Sometimes the speech of people around it there is a smell to hear even though not all of it is true. Their speech is a way of looking at them to address a problem that we are facing. We sometimes casually live uh he who feels a fire beard out of envy.
Both of Clara's legs have been treading on the marble floor that still feels very cold. Without washing her face and without taking a shower, Clara took a sling bag and put it on with her shoulder. Not to forget he went down carrying a bowl of porridge made by Mother Silva who was completely untouched last night and a glass of sweet tea that was cold.
Last night, Clara's psyche was in turmoil. The man who has married her according to Clara still wants to play with her circumstances and past. Not once but it's the second time. So ... does it still need to believe the speech of a crocodile? Yes, Clara will assume Rey is the same as other men who are modus and many say promises that are often called land crocodiles. Rey is certainly one of them according to Clara.
Clara tiptoed out of the room and rushed down to the kitchen to wash the bowls and glasses she was carrying.
Deg ...
Mother Silva is already in the kitchen. Clara what do you want to say? Early in the morning blind like this is going out. What then? This food is not touched at all, of course Mother Silva will be very disappointed with the attitude of Clara.
"For Mother ..." greeted Clara cheerfully. Clara immediately approached Mother Silva and kissed her mother-in-law's cheeks.
"Hey darling. Hemm ... Not eaten?" mama Silva asked, pouting when she saw Clara blasting the bowl of porridge that was still intact.
"Sorry Mother. Clara fell asleep last night. This is it, Clara wants to rush to the boarding house. Someone forgot to bring it. Today, Clara wants to take care of the place for Clara's internship for three to six months depending on the data analysis for the thesis is complete or not" said Clara explained.
"Ke kost mornings - mornings gini? Don't you wait for Rey to wake up to be dropped off?" mama Silva asked, feeling strange.
"Pak Rey is still good. Maybe Mr. Rey is tired, Mother. But, Clara had permission to go to the boarding house last night," said Clara reasoned to cover up her lie.
Clara hurriedly threw away the contents of the pulp in the trash and washed the bowls and glasses until they reached the sink and placed them on the dish rack.
Mother Silva looked at Clara strangely. There must be something going on and hidden from Mother Silva.
"Again with Rey?" mama Silva said.
Deg ...
Clara's heartbeat continued to rumble loudly and made her heart beat hard all of a sudden. Lying is not a habit of Clara. Clara is not good at covering up problems that are faced well.
Clara turned to look at Mother Silva who had been staring at Clara from behind.
Clara's smile rose and tried very well, although the smile was very forced.
Then Clara shook her head slowly.
"Grandmother. We're fine" answered Clara.
"On Renata last night?" mama Silva asked, still continuing to investigate and looking closely at all of Clara's eyes.
"Hemm .. Your mind is over thinking Clara. It's not good to accuse Rey, your own husband like that. Let's see his struggle. Not Mother defending Mother's own child. If Rey is wrong, Mother will firmly say she is wrong. But if Mommy sees him fighting it means Rey wants to try hard," said Mother Silva tried to open the way Clara's mind to stay clear and cool in thinking.
Mother Silva approached Clara and hugged her daughter-in-law as if giving strength in Clara to remain calm to deal with something that is considered to damage her heart and mind.
"There's Mother. If you want a story, you can tell," Mother Silva said softly.
"Yes Mother. Thank ye. But Clara didn't have a problem. This is indeed Clara's clothes still left in the boarding house. Yesterday had not been there," Clara explained.
"Hopefully your explanation is true and honest" said Mother Silva slowly.
Clara just nodded. He himself is lying.
"Clara left first yes Bun," said Clara slowly. Clara said goodbye and greeted Mother Silva politely.
Clara rushes to get out of the house and looks for a taxi or motorcycle taxi online in her smartphone app.
An hour later, Clara was in her room. I just stayed a few days and I miss this room.
Clara's body was laid on the mattress and removed the sling bag and then placed the origin on the mattress right next to it.
'Mending so a boarding boy like this freer, ' Clara's great-grandson shrieked while staring at the wedding ring that is circular on the ring finger of her right hand.
It's actually between regretting and not regretting being married to Rey. There are plus and minus. Maybe because Rey and Clara are both not ready to accept this reality? Or is it true, this marriage happened just because it wanted to close the disgrace? Because he's a lecturer? Afraid embarrassed? If the student accidentally in hamili because of his lewd? Hah ... is very ironic with his pious and cold attitude.
Long - long Clara was asleep in her endless daydreams.
Skip ...
The alarm was so loud that Rey's one hand reached her phone to turn off the alarm.
His hand went back to look for the existence of a small, tender woman. His hands continued to pat the mattress and look for the figure of Clara who was not in the mattress. But nil. The bed was cold and empty without occupants.
Rey's eyes opened. The bed is empty. Clara was no longer there. The former bowl and glass were no longer in the nightstand. That's a sign Clara's awake. Or maybe he was cooking? Hemm .. a very good wife. Just know, if this morning, her husband is hungry and needs food intake ammunition.
Rey rushes to wake up unsuspecting and leaves the room and goes down the stairs, wanting to get to his tiny wife who is definitely in the kitchen. Want to hug Clara from behind while in the squid at the nape of the neck like in romantic films that make the baper.
Arriving in the kitchen. Rey's steps. He only saw the figure of Mother Silva cooking in front of the gas stove and frying pan.
"Mother? Where's clara?" rey asked quietly while circulating his gaze looking for the figure of his tiny wife.