My Enemy, My Love
Don't Eaten

By 10pm local time Clara had not returned. Arlan is convinced that Clara is not in her college business. Arlan paced back and forth in front of the door while continuing to glance at the clock on his wrist. Ethan who was sitting in the TV room was just a head bobble looking at Arlan's attitude which he thought was excessive.

“Why not on the phone?” ethan gave me advice.

“Not lifted, I'm so worried. He also does not have close friends here” replied Arlan who did look so anxious.

“Indeed since when does he have a close friend besides you?” ethan's Bati.

“You sucked him but I don't know where he is.” continued Arlan who was really worried.

Arlan returns to the barracks and continues to try to contact Clara. Soon the apartment door was opened from the outside. Clara came in with a shunt step. In his hands were many books. Arlan approached and immediately carried Clara into his arms. He was so worried about Clara.

Ethan who saw Arlan hugging Clara could only hold his breath.

“Padahatan who was in a match-fight with Clara was me, but who was close even Arlan.” said Ethan in heart.

“Where are you?” ask Arlan while helping bring Clara's books.

“I have a study with Mr. Smith” replied Clara as she threw her body on the sofa right next to Ethan.

“I'm very worried, next time don't ignore my call ya” said Arlan who stood up while looking down at Clara who looks so exhausted. Clara nodded her head quickly.

….

Day after day passed quickly. Winter holidays are coming. Arlan had already returned to his beloved country. While Ethan still has a little business until he returns tomorrow. Clara herself chose to stay here.

“You didn't go home?” ask Ethan.

Clara nodded quickly.

“No, I will go home later if you have passed” replied Clara smiled faintly. The smile Clara first showed Ethan. But behind that smile was a sadness that was clearly visible in Clara's eyes.

Ethan nodded his head and went into the room to pack his clothes. All these months she's been away from her Papa not even once Gavin contacts her. In contrast to Vania and Brin who repeatedly contact Ethan. Even Vania called Clara several times asking for news. His own father doesn't care.

Clara chose to keep herself in the kitchen. Clara loves to cook. Talent passed down by her mother. Back when Mama was alive, they would make snacks and cakes on weekends. As of now Clara will create cookies with a sprinkling of choco chips on it. His hands are so good at mixing dough.

Ethan who was about to take water also saw how clever Clara hand in making the cake.

“Make what?” ask Ethan stale base.

“Cookies” Clara replied briefly.

Ethan grunts. Though for months they lived in the house but Clara still ketus like this.

Ethan keeps watching Clara make the cake.

“Actually what does Arlan like about Clara? Beautiful?, smart cook? Efficient? Smart?”.

Unknowingly, Ethan mentions all the advantages of Clara.

“Why did I praise him” muttered Ethan then came out of the kitchen and resumed packing his clothes.

45 Minutes later, Ethan smelled cookies that were so appetizing.

Peering through a slightly open door, Ethan notices Clara moving the cookies into the jar. Her hair that had been curled up from falling down blocked her pretty face.

"Actually she is beautiful, unfortunately her nature is too ugly" the inner Ethan who still continues to pay attention to Clara who painstakingly put her cake into the jar.

Clara though focused on her activities but she could feel that someone was watching her.

He walked over to Ethan's room.

Why is he here? Inner Ethan.

Seeing Ethan fall while holding his waist made Clara's laughter instantly break. I don't know when the last time he laughed, but for Ethan it was the first time he looked back at Clara's laughter.

Ethan held onto her waist which was so painful from falling. He slowly got up from his seat with the help of Clara.

Clara was still laughing at Ethan who was so funny when he endured his pain.

"Keep laughing let you be satisfied" said Ethan annoyed.

"Why do you have to look? If you want a cake, why not just ask for it?" Clara replied to Ethan.

"How would you ask if what makes people fall into this model?, people must think repeatedly to ask for something with you." Ethan sounded sniffy.

Deg.

Have people been thinking this way about me?

Clara's face immediately turned sad to hear Ethan's words.

"I'm sorry I've been too tight on you?" ask Clara.

Questions Ethan never imagined would come out of Clara's mouth.

Ethan feels guilty for making Clara who initially laughed into a sad turn. But his ego does not want to be blamed because he thinks Clara is jutek and ketus.

"Yes, that's why it's changed" Ethan replied.

Clara fell silent.

"I'll try" Clara said, leaving Ethan out of his room.

Clara went back to the kitchen and cleaned the cake. He does not call Ethan to taste the cake even though Ethan is eager to try the cookies.

Why didn't he call me to try the cake? .Ethan muttered.

Ethan shuts the door hard then resumes his pending activities.

....

The night has come. After dinner Clara went straight into her room. Ethan who is still in the kitchen deliberately linger in order to taste the cake that Clara made. He waited long enough to make sure Clara would not leave the room again.

Ethan tidied the dining table and washed all the utensils clean. His eyes had gone to and fro looking for cookiea made by Clara.

His eyes immediately sparkled when he saw the cookie on top of the refrigerator.

Very carefully he took the cake jar over the refrigerator.

When he opened it, he read the writing on top of the jar.

Don't eat what makes a jutek!!!!!!

Ethan read the note written on the jar.

Damn it so he was deliberately because I asked him to change? Who wants to eat your cake? The taste is also not good.

Ethan puts the cake back in and enters his room by slamming the door.

Clara who was in the room just frowned confused to hear the bang of the door that was slammed like that.

Bizarrely.

Seriate...