Only a Substitute Wife
18. I'm Not the Care

Keenan stopped his steps as Clara's voice called out to him. He turned his body and looked towards Clara who was looking at him.

“What's up?“ asked Keenan in a cold tone.

Clara got out of bed and immediately pulled Keenan's hand. Keenan immediately gasped with that sudden pull.

“Hey, why are you suddenly pulling me anyway?“ keenan protest

Instead of answering, Clara pushed Keenan's body to sit on the sofa. He turned to his dressing table and took the medicine box there. After obtaining the medicine box, Clara walked back towards Keenan and sat down beside the man.

“Open your shirt,” says Clara

Keenan widened his eyes at Clara's words. “A-What?! Bu-Open clothes?! But, what for?“ asked Keenan with a look of wonder.

Clara gave a rough breath. He had no time to hear the man's comment. He quickly took off the man's shirt and made the worms scattered.

“H-Hey, why are you doing this, Clara?! W-If you want to do it, we-we can slow down, okay. Why are you being so aggressive?!“ asked Keenan who was really surprised because he thought Clara wanted to do the ‘itu’ thing with him.

The shirt was thrown in any direction by Clara. Keenan still wants to see what Clara wants to do.

Clara pulled Keenan's arm and made the man grimace in pain as the retracted arm was his injured arm.

“Sick right? Why not get treated right away?“ clara protested with her eyebrows that looked swooping.

Keenan was fixated on Clara's words. He thinks Clara wants to....

Akhh! Damnit damnit! She was really embarrassed to think if Clara wanted to do the ‘itu’ thing with her.

“I-That, this was by accident..“.

“This is a sharp object incision scar, right? From the looks of it, this is from a knife right?“ presumably Clara saw Keenan's wound.

Keenan was stunned to hear that. How could Clara know so much in such detail?

“Why do you know?“ ask Keenan

“Hmm, you could say because I often watch thriller movies. That's why I know,” Clara replied

Clara opened the medicine box and began to treat Keenan's wounds. Keenan grimaced softly when the wound was hit by the red medicine. He saw how Clara was so painstakingly treating his wound. Makes his heart beat fast. He felt butterflies flying in his stomach. Making an unconscious smile appear on his face.

Clara grabbed the bandage and began to bandage the wound she had treated.

“Well, it's done. In this way, your wounds will not be infected,” said Clara who cleaned the scattered marks.

“Te-Thank you,” said Keenan in a somewhat nervous tone.

“Sama-sama!“ reply Clara who moved to put the medicine box in the original place.

“Why are you being so considerate with me? Don't you want us to take care of each other's business?“ ask Keenan

Clara turned her body to face Keenan.

“I'm not a concern. I can't see anyone getting hurt near me. If it wasn't you, I'd still be helping that guy. So don't consider me a concern. Like you said earlier too, if you get hurt like this, surely Papa and Mama will worry,” hungry Clara

Keenan lowered his head slightly. He smiled smirk. Why does it feel like he's not willing to hear an answer like that from Clara's mouth? It felt like when he had already flown high, he was dropped to the ground hard.

Keenan got up from his seat, he walked closer towards Clara. Sontak Clara lowered her face because she did not want to see Keenan who was bare-chested in front of her. Because it's not enough to nourish his heartbeat.

Keenan lifted Clara's chin until the woman stared right at her face. You could say that Clara is currently very nervous to be stared at like that. But he didn't want to show it.

Keenan tilted his face. “Thank you for the medical service. I quite like the way of service,” whispered Keenan right in Clara's ear.

“For your service,” said Keenan as he passed in front of Clara.

Clara held onto her cheek that Keenan had just kissed. His heart was beating even faster at this moment.

“Oh yes, I forgot to tell you something,” Keenan chirps that made Clara immediately turn to him.

“Because you ripped my shirt off, you have to sew it back up. Don't let the button decrease or you replace it with another. I want tomorrow already in my room,” explained Keenan again passed from the presence of Clara.

Clara widened her mouth at what Keenan said.

“Ba-How can he say that?! Can't she thank me for treating her wound?! He told me to sew the shirt. He must have had a lot of shirts in his closet. What I sewed it for. Cih, justin. The more I went back to sleep,” protested Clara who walked towards her bed and put herself to sleep there.

While on the other hand, precisely in Keenan's room. It was the man who was sitting on his bed and kept looking at his bandaged arm. A big smile rose on his face.

“She's really funny and pretty plain well. How can I think if Clara wants to do the ‘itu’ thing with me? But, he was smart enough to know if this wound was a knife cut. Either he's really fixing that shirt or he's not. Aihh, I should just sleep,” muttered Keenan who laid his body on the bed.

The door of a room opened and saw the figure of Clara entering it. He walked up to the bed and put something there.

“Well, I've finished it. He can't protest me anymore,” muttered Clara as she moved out of the room.

Shortly after Clara came out, Keenan had just come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist. On his head was a small towel to dry his hair.

Keenan's steps stopped when he saw something in his bed. He walked up to his bed and saw a light blue shirt there. A faint smile rose on his face.

“It turns out she actually sewed it. I thought he wouldn't do it and would just throw it away. I can imagine arguing with that woman. He even put a fragrance on my shirt,” muttered Keenan who kept sipping the scent on his shirt.

He took the shirt to the dressing room and immediately got ready for work.

While downstairs, Clara looks who is making a sandwich that she usually makes if she is lazy to cook. Not without reason he was lazy to cook, it was because he had to stay up late to sew Keenan's shirt.

He shouldn't have bothered to sew it. If necessary, he just threw away the shirt. Keenan is not a man who would be short of shirts if he threw one away. But, somehow his hands moved to sew the shirt. In fact, he had to be careful to find the scattered buttons. Really, it's really troublesome!

Wasn't it! Of course Clara didn't feel she was paying attention. It was just that he did not want to argue much with the man.

The sound of pantofel shoes was heard down the stairs. Of course it was Keenan who was neat with his work suit.

Clara stared at the man. Wasn't it! Not because of the man's good looks, but rather the suit that the man was wearing. Isn't that the shirt he just sewed? Why did Keenan even wear it directly? Should be washed first, right? Even though he put a fragrance in there.

Keenan walked up to the dining table and sat down with Clara who had just put a plate of sandwiches there. Keenan who thoughtlessly took the sandwich and ate it.

That made Clara look at him in surprise. “Hey, why did you take it? That's mine tau,” protest Clara

“Hm? I thought you made it for me,” Keenan with that innocent face.

“Who made it for you? Basic!“ clara

Keenan didn't listen to him. He was busy chewing the food Clara made. Clara gave a rough breath. He pulled Keenan's hand to sit on the chair.

“If eating it should sit. You want your stomach to hurt from eating standing up? Do you not know also if in Islam it is forbidden to eat while standing?” clara protested while folding both her hands on her chest.

Keenan was stunned by Clara's explanation. Just this time he was being treated like this. Not even her parents would advise her like this. It made Keenan's heart so happy, somehow.

“Thank you for your suggestion. I will listen to him,” reply Keenan who refocused on his food.

“Why are you wearing this shirt? Didn't you wear it yesterday?” ask Clara who has been curious since.

Keenan looked straight at Clara.

“You want to know why?” keenan looked at Clara with a mysterious smile.