Only a Substitute Wife
30. Just because of the photos

“I want to have dinner with you at home later. Can you cook me dinner when you get home?” pinta Keenan's

Clara was grimacing slowly. “Ogah ah! There you won't come home like last night. I even threw away a lot of food because you didn't come home,” refused Clara folded her hands on her chest.

“Clara, I told you my reason. I promise, this time I will go straight home after the office. I'll call you right away when I get home. Or, if you don't believe me, you can wait for me here,” explained Keenan

Clara quickly shook her head. “No way! You must be working a long time. I can definitely die of boredom here. Mending me home,” chimpanzee Clara

Keenan chuckled softly at Clara's cute expression in his opinion. “Yes, you go home first. I'll be home soon for dinner. You wait for me well,” reply Keenan with a big smile.

Clara nodded. “Then I go back first. See you,” farewell Clara while passing from in front of Keenan.

“Clara!” summon Keenan who had Clara instantly turn her body staring towards Keenan.

“What's up?” ask Clara

“Can you call me ‘Mas’?” pinta Keenan's

“No way! Wlee!” push Clara while sticking out her tongue. Clara instantly disappeared from before Keenan who shook his head at Clara's attitude.

“The woman is really naughty,” muttered Keenan

Cellphone's ringing. Soon he took his phone. Clara sent him a voice note. Soon he heard the voice note.

“Hurry homewell Mas Keenan!”

Keenan was shocked to hear the voice note. No doubt a wide smile immediately rose on his face. “I can't wait to go home and hug my little cat,” muttered Keenan

Clara has arrived at the house. She giggled because she imagined how her husband's face was when he sent the voice note.

“What will his face turn red? Or will he be ashamed? Uhh, just try me to see that expression,” Clara murmured

“Clara, have you come home?” hello Aunt Nani

“Aibi!”

“Hey, your face looks so radiant. Looks like this Young Madam is happy well,” Aunt Nani jokes.

Clara was wrong with that.

“That, Aunt Nani! Why even tease me?” clara complains with the cheeks she puffed.

Aunt Nani so even chuckled to see the face of Clara who looked faint reddened. It seems like this Young Madam is really being embarrassed. Looks like something's going on.

“Tadi, where did we run out of?” ask Aunt Nani

“Hm? I was asked by Mama Maya to deliver lunch to Mas Keenan. Said she had an ulcer,” explains Clara

Bibi Nani scrunched her forehead.

“Hm? Since when do you call Young Master ‘Mas’? Usually what Aunty heard that you called ‘kakak’ aja?” comments by Aunt Nani

Clara became confused. He slipped because he had sent the voice note. So habituation. Only once did he pronounce Mas Keenan's call.

“A-Ah, that ... she asked me to call her that. Is it weird Aunty?” ask Clara

Aunt Nani shook her head slowly. “Not strange at all. Even that's good you call that kayak. Just keep calling Young Master like that,” Aunt Nani replied patting Clara on the shoulder as it passed.

Clara smiled broadly afterwards. He became very happy. Or maybe too happy?

“I have to get ready before Mas Keenan gets home. I have to look good in front of him. Hmm, why am I being a gini narcissist anyway?” murmur Clara

Clara immediately climbed the stairs to get to her room. His steps came to a halt in front of Keenan's study. Never once did he come into this workspace.

Somehow the door that was not tightly closed made Clara become rather curious to enter. He slowly opened the door and went inside.

The look of amazement he gave when he saw the interior of the room is very good. The design is not too fancy, but very comfortable to live in.

“If I write here, it will be a lot of fun. My idea will flow like water. But, there's no way that guy would allow me to write here. Besides, he can't know if I'm a writer,” Clara murmured

Clara looked around, where there were many books in the room.

His eyes stopped on an object on the table. He saw a frame with glass scattered on the table.

He walked out of the work room. Shortly thereafter, he returned with a black plastic and gloves on. He slowly inserted the broken frame into the black plastic.

“Fyuhh! Already done. Mas Keenan must be grateful to me for helping him clean up this shard,” muttered Clara with a big smile.

At exactly seven in the evening, Keenan had arrived in front of his house. He entered his house. It was at that moment that he smelled the delicious aroma of cooking. He quickly moved his feet towards the kitchen.

When he reached the kitchen, he saw his wife cooking with an apron on her body. He walked slowly closer to Clara and hugged her from behind.

“Ah!” cry Clara if she feels someone holding her from behind.

A second later, he immediately smiled broadly. Of course he knew who the perfume's scent was. The scent of perfume has become her favorite lately.

“Hm? Already home?” greet Clara

Keenan kissed Clara's head. “Hm? Iyeah. I put my files in the study first. After that, I will have dinner with you,” Keenan said as he passed from the presence of Clara.

“O-OK!”

This heart feels very warm. It feels like a couple in general. This is really good! ~ Inner Clara

Just a moment Keenan left, suddenly the man came back with a big step also panicked.

“Clara, did you see the frame on my desk?” ask Keenan

Clara scrunched her forehead for a moment before she remembered the frame she had just finished.

“Oh? The broken pigura is it?” ask Clara

“Daddy, right! That one! Where did you put it?!” asked Keenan while firmly grasping both shoulders of Clara.

“A-I saw it broke. I thought it was just rubbish so I cleaned it up and threw it in the trash,” explained Clara with a somewhat nervous look at Keenan's expression.

Keenan's gaze turned sharp. “It was a very valuable item for me. Why can you clean it up as you please?! Did I tell you to do it?!” keenan's growled grip on Clara's shoulder.

“Sa-Sick!”

“For another time, don't touch my stuff as you please! Unless I told you to do it!” hissing Keenan while pushing Clara's body strong enough backwards.

“A-Ah!” Clara's head hit with a table behind her. It made blood flow in his head.

Keenan did not care about Clara who grimaced in pain from the impact on her head.

What's that frame actually until you don't care about me bleeding here? ~ Inner Clara

He slowly rose from the fall. He tried to move his legs back to see the frame he had thrown away. But, it turns out that the trash in the kitchen has been thrown out.

Clara finally decided to look into the trash outside. Suddenly the sound of thunder rang out, accompanied by rain that instantly descended with a torrent. But Clara didn't care about it. He was very curious about the frame that made Keenan very angry.

He got in front of the trash. He began to look for the frame he threw away. He didn't care about the rain that hit him.

“Ah!” clara screeched as her hand was accidentally hit with the glass from the frame. Blood also came out of the glass incision.

He slowly turned the frame around to see whose photo was there. Her eyes widened looking at the photo on the frame. A beautiful woman with her jet black hair smiled so beautifully in the photo.

Tears began to pour out. Clara closed her mouth to hold back the stuffing that came out. Clara fell down in the rain.

“Ter-Apparently she. It was only fitting that the man was so angry. He still had the feelings of these women. In her heart, this woman was a star that would never fade and would forever shine in her heart. And I am this, nothing to him,” murmured Clara in a soft tone.

Clara tried to get up from her seat. Slowly he walked back into the house. Walked into the bathroom in her room. Shaking his body with the cold air shower.

“This is very sick! Head hurts. My hands hurt too

But, of all .... This is what hurts the most,” shrieked Clara while squeezing her chest.

Her flowing tears were covered with the swiftness of the shower.

Clara lowered her head. Letting her tears flow.

Wh why? Why do I have to be like this? I should have known that my position would never be in his heart. I should have been able to be self-conscious if that man would never have been there for me. He is owned by someone else. Although he is my own husband ~ Inner Clara