SUGAR BROTHERS
SIX

Clara cursed her who was pretentious to fight Damian, how else Clara hurt the words Damian insulted her. Clara knew she had sold her pride for money to Damian but that too Damian could not be used as an excuse to insult Clara at will.

Clara kicked the pebbles around her, Clara did not know where to go at this time. If he came home Damian Clara was afraid that when he got there Damian would scold him or do other extreme things to show that he did not like what Clara had done at the club.

Clara was afraid to go home when she remembered her older sister who hated her so much, how would Damian and Diana work together to torture her? Damian could have indulged in all of Diana's crazy desire to torture Clara because Damian was hurt by Clara's earlier words.

Clara's mind kept wandering around thinking about the bad things that could have happened to her.

The night was getting late and Clara still had nowhere to go, she could not continue wandering in the dark of the night with this pretty open dress. The cold of the night had made him tremble, Clara was also worried if there were bad people who disturbed him later.

Clara stops stepping and sits at a quiet stop, Clara pulls out her phone to call Josephine, only Josephine is her only hope right now.

Long Clara waited for Josephine to pick up her call but still no answer, Josephine did not pick up the phone from Clara. Clara could not blame Josephine for this because Clara knew that Josephine must have had a lot of affairs or even had been sleeping at this time.

Clara could only sit limply at the stop, looking at the deserted streets. Suddenly Clara regretted not having many friends so in this situation she did not know who to ask for help again.

Long daydreaming about her fate made Clara not realize that there was a car stopped right in front of the stop she was sitting, Clara was busy wiping her arms swiping feeling cold because of the night wind is quite strong.

Clara looked up when she saw the pair of legs, Clara was stunned when she found Damian standing before her and looking at her with a flat gaze. Why is Damian here?

“Da-Damian?”

“Come home.”

Clara shook her head in rejection of Damian's invitation, Clara did not want to go back to the house. It is free that he lives in a place that does not really want his presence.

“Don't be stubborn, if you don't go home, where are you going. You want to sleep on the streets?” Damian screeched disparagingly, he knew that Clara had no other destination. “Hardening your head this will only trouble you.”

Clara was silent for a moment, she thought about what Damian said. Clara has no other destination but Clara also feels heavy to return to the house, not to mention the way Damian who seemed to underestimate it. Shouldn't Damian apologize and persuade her to go home?

Clara screeched laughing at herself, what did she expect? Where a Damian Leonardus might be willing to lower his pride to apologize and persuade Clara to return home, it would never happen even in a dream.

“I do not want to return to that house if later I will only continue to be humbled by you and Sister Diana.”

Damian chuckled at Clara's refusal, he folded his hands in front of his chest. “Deased? Not that your self-esteem is already low, you yourself make yourself like this so do not look for excuses and blame others.”

Clara gripped her dress tightly, her lips quivering withstanding her cries but as hard as Clara tried not to cry, her tears still fell without her control.

“Iya I am indeed a lowly woman, I do not deserve to be appreciated. A woman like me should have been stepped on. Yeah, I know, and I'm sick of it. For 22 years of my life, shouldn't I expect just one happiness for myself?!”

Clara rudely wiped her tears, “I thank you for giving me money and letting me stay in your house all this time, but I'm not going back to that house anymore. If I have to stay under the bridge even if I don't have a problem.”

Damian is upset to see Clara's stubbornness, “Alright do whatever you want, you think I care about you. You die on the road I don't care. Still lucky I want to give you a place to live, basic do not know yourself.”

Damian irritatedly enters his car, leaving Clara alone there.

But a moment Damian arrived in front of the gate of his house, instead of entering Damian was silent for a moment before he finally turned back his car to the place where he left Clara.

Damian doesn't know why he's back there, Damian doesn't know why he's doing this.

In the dark of the night Damian's car drove up, stopping right at the same place, but instead of finding Clara who was curled up crying there Damian just did not see anyone at the stop. Clara's not there.

Where'd the lady go?

Was he taken by thugs?

Damian shook his head, why should he care? Wants Clara raped by thugs even though Damian doesn't have to think about it. Women are used to having sex, right? Serving thugs might be common for Clara. Yeah, it must be like that.

***

Clara stands in front of a motel while counting the money in her wallet, Clara does not carry much money. The money he had from Damian he kept in his room, Clara regretted not bringing the money. He didn't know it was going to be like this.

Long busy counting the money he had made Clara not realize that from a distance there was a man on his motorcycle drove closer to Clara.

The man stopped his bike right in front of Clara and removed his helmet, “Clara?”

Clara was surprised, she looked at the male figure who was descending from the motorbike. “Marvel?”

“What are you doing alone here?”

Clara flipped, she didn't know what to answer. Not to mention the condition that is busy counting money at this time. “A—ah.”

“You want to stay at this motel?” marvel asked on target, Clara could only smile awkwardly at Marvel.

“Why stay at the motel, I can take you home, do you want me to drop you off?”

Clara shook her head, she did not want to go home. “No, thank you but I don't want to go home.”

Marvel furrowed his brows not understanding, “Then if you don't want to go home where are you going?”

Clara shook her head again, she had nowhere to go. Recalling his miserable fate, Clara began to cry again, she began to shed tears again.

“He-hey, why are you crying, am I wrong?” Marvel held onto Clara's worried shoulder, doubtfully wiping away the tears that fell onto Clara's cheek.

“If you don't have a destination you don't have to cry, you can come with me. I have an empty room at home, you can stay at my house first tonight.”

*Sitting at Marvel's?

No what*?