That Bastard Is My Destiny
Follow the Heart Word

"Taylor Jared was a close friend of Cleire since he was living in Seville, Spain. Almost all of Cleire's childhood was spent in the city with Granny. But, since Granny died at Cleire's age of 18, Daddy brought her back here, New York."

"Their relationship is nothing more than a friend, but it can make others misunderstand. Other than Granny, only Taylor became her friend there. Just like you, I even got to envy their closeness."

Ardrich's long explanation glared to the past, where when the mouth spoke, there were many things hidden in his eyes.

"Where are you all? Why are there only them?" Ardrich smiled wryly, there are many things that cannot be told.

"If you really love her, then find the answer for yourself. If you're lucky, you'll hear it yourself from Cleire's mouth. Besides, then you managed to have her heart because she already trusted you." Chris was silent to hear it.

Yep. The girl does look open outside, but that doesn't mean everything will be open. Cleire still knew what was worth telling and what was not to be told. All still have their own measure, we are the only ones who sort it properly.

"I'll get it in a minute" said Chris confidently.

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Plakk

The sound of a loud slap took over the attention of many people. Some people whisper with various opinions and visible facts.

"Damn you! Br*ngsek, waj*gan! I hate you!" shouted the woman who was now roaring shed her tears while giving a streak of blows on the man's chest.

"You're jal*ng! Cheap*n!" Pointing the other woman on the man's side was unsettling.

"STOP IT! Don't accuse me!" the man was angry.

"ACCuse? She's pregnant with your son, and you're still accusing me!" the woman replied no less angry.

Can you guess what is going on in the middle of the big cafe? Confirmed quarrels are common cases of infidelity.

In the corner of the cafe, a young girl was observing lazily. He sat up to his head with his hands stirring his untouched food.

"Lelaki is unbelievable" he said lazily.

"False promise, sweet mouth, cih! It's bullshit."

It seemed, those words were a little disturbing as someone at the back table was seen turning to look at the source of the sound.

"Hey, Son. You seem to have a problem?"

Uh!

The girl was slightly surprised as the middle-aged man patted her on the shoulder and sat down in front of her.

He heard me, right?

What the fuck? Just know no!

"I'm okay, sir. Thank you." - Thank you." Cleire smiled forcefully.

Yep. The girl was indeed Cleire who for the umpteenth time was struck by boredom to end up in this place alone. Don't ask where Taylor is! The man was again busy in his natural habitat.

"I understand." The man nodded.

Understand what? Why does it feel like he looks like someone? But I don't remember.

"I heard you cursing, you must have a problem with a man, right?" Not giving up yet, apparently.

Right, but what does he want?

"Of course not, sir. Like I said, I'm okay."

"Women are good at pretending." Nodding as if best understanding the nature of women.

Cleire gave a whimper. Sir, you're not busy serving me! his screams in the heart.

"That man is just like you said, but remember .. not everything! Women can pretend like you easily, but men are hard. There are those who, if serious, will fight until the end. But, often those women find it hard to distinguish the truly sincere."

Cleire was silent, why did it feel like this man was such a psychic. But, to be honest he was a little stunned by his lengthy explanation. He knows that not everyone is the same, but somehow if it concerns men, his mind is in denial.

"Learn to understand the situation and yourself. Do not be consumed with a personal view that makes yourself lost. If you're confused, then listen to the explanations of those around you."

"The point is yourself. Open and look through your heart and eyes because the heart cannot lie and the eyes will reveal."

Again it made Cleire speechless. All of that seemed to be piercing into the deepest part of him. Often his heart spoke differently from his mind, but stubbornly he denied.

Chris.

The man he rejected in his mind, but his heart seemed to refuse to let go. He doesn't understand. If he does not like and reject the man, then why does he not reject him firmly? Unconsciously comfortable?

But, I'm scared.

"Don't be rash, son. Just open your heart and see the results. Trust your heart's choice." The man patted Cleire on the head like a little girl who had just been advised by her teacher, then left the pensive Cleire.

I've helped you out a little, Son. Don't let me down, inwardly, staring at Cleire from behind the windshield.

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...Gkpp dong ya Chris his udh gk pure. In this story, I want to change a little view of other people on God's creatures like Chris....

...If you understand, you know what I'm explaining. As bad or as bad as anyone like Chris, he still deserves to be trusted, entitled to a chance. Everyone can change. Don't look one eye....

...Can be confat😛 ...