Niken Areline
Chosen Knights

    Clara Gretchen is a twenty-one year old writer. His father was a founder of Tegal Bahari University. The place that Alan also chose to study Informatics. Clara is a German and Indonesian woman. Her mother died five years ago of a brain cancer diagnosis. While her father is a native Indonesian, she is hardworking. It has three branches of Bahari University in Indonesia. Clara rarely met her father, probably because of busyness.

    At her home in the block B Blue Park estate, Clara lives alone with a housekeeper she already considers family. Minarsih, thirty-five years old and, has been working for the Gretchen family since fifteen years ago.

    Clara is currently sitting in front of a laptop in the back of the house. His short brown hair, moving in the wind. Her eyeballs are also brown with beautiful eyelashes. His nose was pointed and, the two dimples on his cheeks dyed his shuffled teeth. And his skin was a little white with red spots. Clara was writing at a table close to the pool. The heat of the sun was blocked by the wide table umbrella.

    Although no book has ever been published, Clara is currently working hard to complete a romance novel that she worked on five months ago. But, in front of him was a figure that slightly disturbed his concentration, as well as making his feelings comfortable.

   Dimas Mahardika, the former fiancee of the tone Julia was now standing roasting pieces of Cow meat, the smoke flying high. Dimas's forehead was seen sweating due to the hot sun. Dimas has been in a close relationship with Clara since a year ago. He gets acquainted with Clara at a meeting place when Clara's father and Dimas' father are about to establish a business relationship. Although now they already loved each other, there was one doubt in the heart of the beautiful woman.

    Clara learns that Dimas was engaged. Clara also understands that Dimas has suffered from poor amnesia. Therefore, the memory that might be able to return in Dimas' head, made a scourge of its own for Clara Gretchen. Instead of sitting down to write, Clara looked at her lover who was busy preparing lunch for her. Without closing the laptop, Clara got up from the wooden chair and walked towards Dimas.

    “Hey, this one has been a bit charred,” said Clara hugging Dimas from behind.

    “I?”

    “Iya, I eat aja auuuummm,” said Clara leaning her head on Dimas' back.

    “Jeez, you're a heartfelt goddain ih,” Dimas said. “Where is your novel?”

    Then Clara released a hug and stood beside Dimas, Clara helped turn the delicious-looking pieces of beef upside down. One of them is a little bit of a charade.

    “Udah want selese,” said.

    “Serious?”

    “Yes,” replied Clara, suddenly her face was moody.

    “Hei why? Isn't that good?” Dimas was worried about what his girlfriend was feeling.

    “Umm, yes, nice”

    “Hmm, are you still thinking that?” dimas asked, he asked about the grunts that Clara had told him three days ago. Clara asked if you would go back to your old life, if your memory came back? At that time Dimas had not given a good answer to convince his lover. At that time Dimas even asked Clara's confidence in him. Now Clara nodded her head in frown.

    The woman again widened her smile and pinched Dimas' athletic stomach.

    “Aw,” Mumbles Dimas. “Is everything all right?”

    Clara lifted her shoulders, rang I don't know.

*

    After someone opened the curtain, morning light penetrated through from the wide glass window. Slowly Dimas opened his eyes. He was still lying on a white bed. The blanket covered half of his naked body. Beside him, scattered women's underwear to red high heels next to the pillow.

    Last night Dimas fucked Clara. Then the morning sun he saw made him nervous. Because Dimas had to go to work immediately, then he saw a digital clock on the table next to him. Time has shown at six more than twenty minutes.

    Clack, the bathroom door is open. Clara came out with a black towel covering her body. The woman was drying her hair with both hands. Dimas immediately got up and sat on Clara's super-soaked bed.

    “Hey, you are awake,” Clara said as soon as she saw Dimas. “Bathletes, I've finished.”

    “Iya,” Dimas replied looking at Clara. It's pretty!

*

    150 Kph, Dimas drives Clara's Honda Civic. He borrowed it to go to the office, remembering yesterday that Clara picked up Dimas to stay at his house. Dimas has neat shirt and black hair that is always shiny. I trusted you. Remember what Clara said last night. Shortly before they kiss and make love in Clara's room.

    The black car split the pantura street. Overtaking many large trucks and buses that are no less fast. The light drifted into the glass and slightly dazzled it. Draaak! There was a car accident in front of him. A large bus crashed into the back of a container truck. The bus pulled over and blocked the road and stopped hitting the back of the road. Sontak Dimas slammed the steering wheel to the left to avoid. But the gap between the truck and the bus was narrow, Dimas was not sure he could pass through. In such speed, it was obvious he would not be able to stop the pace of his vehicle.

    Srak! the left side of Dimas' car grazed the head of a stopped container truck. That thing makes

Dimas lost control. His car spun like a slender until it hit the road divider on the left. Then roll off the track. Dimas' head hit several times until the car stopped upside down on the edge of the rice field. The sound of a horn was rising in his ears. Then he felt it start to wander. Dimas could not feel his legs and hands. Lucky seat belts protect it from conditions that may get worse.

    In his vision, on the outside of the cracked glass, he saw a white-haired woman standing looking at him. The danger is long blue to cover the legs. But Dimas was not reluctant to maintain his eyesight, his eyes were twitching and his head was heavy. Until he finally closed his eyes unconscious.