Yenny looked at Adimasta. The slanted young man with glasses turned back to face her. Adimasta did not mishear what Yenny asked. Yes, Yenny might know about his love for Clarissa. Adimasta was sure Clarissa couldn't help but tell her what happened in the park behind campus, forced to confess her heart to the eccentric girl.
"Yes. I love her, Yenny." Finally, Yenny heard it from Adimasta's thin lips.
Yenny exhaled, still unable to believe it. Actually, Yenny felt strange that Adimasta could fall in love with Clarissa. Because in Yenny's view, these her two friend’s characters woukd not be possible to connect.
"I don't even know how could it be like this." Adimasta raised his glasses to their original position.
"You know she loves Mr. Diaz." Yenny still looked at Adimasta.
"I know. And Mr. Diaz can't possibly love Clarissa. I just want her to be okay." Adimasta smiled faintly.
"Are you sure you can still love Clarissa? You know this girl
Even though Diaz had vehemently refused twice, Clarissa didn't want to give up. She wouldn't get back down. She wanted to prove to her mother that she could find the right man for herself. That way, she wouldn't accept being forced to receive one of her mother's friends' children. In addition, Clarissa could make her mother calmer, if her health condition worsens. Clarissa was just getting into the car when her mother called. Rosita asked her daughter to go home. Clarissa was on the way to the boarding house, then she turned around towards her house. Rosita mostly was working from home. The company she worked for understood her condition and shifted the tasks she must complete more freely, which could be done without having to come to the office daily. Rosita smiled seeing her daughter coming. Clarissa was no longer reluctant to go home, even though she felt more comfortable in the boarding house because of the girl's busy schedule on campus and its surroundings. Clarissa walked over
Clarissa's eyes still looked at Adimasta's mother and sister. She didn't understand why they were laughing. But Clarissa was sure they were laughing at Adimasta. "Sorry, Clarissa. I like to joke around like that. Adimasta is too flat and stiff. That's why I call him the woodman." Anindita's wide smile was still on her lips, she explained what her words meant. "Oh, I see ..." Clarissa took her smile. "But he's good. He is diligent and smart. He's never been a bother boy since he was a little one. I am so grateful to have him as a son. A boy but he doesn't give me a headache." Adimasta’s mother commented. "Ahhh, a promotion. Yes, it is!" Anindita glanced at her mother. Adimasta’s mother released her smile again. "I don't mean it, Anin. I just said the true." Clarissa smiled again, thinly. Her heart was speaking to herself. How would this mother and daughter react when they found out that Adimasta was in love with Clarissa? Would they be
Diaz's hand reached out to Clarissa. The girl just stared at her idol's handsome lecturer, not wanting to budge. "Clarissa ... please ... We'll talk, come on ... Give me your hand ..." Diaz coaxed Clarissa. The girl was still stuck on the fence, above. The slightest bit, she would have jumped and fallen on the asphalt outside the high fence of this house. Clarissa looked at Diaz. He looked so worried. Clarissa held out her hand. As soon as their hands came together, Diaz pulled Clarissa and the girl fell into his arms. "Why are you desperate? Why?" Diaz hugged Clarissa tightly. The pounding in his chest with anxiety slowly unraveled. Adimasta and Yenny, as well as Mrs. Tirah were relieved, Clarissa finally came down from the high fence. They saw Diaz still hugging Clarissa in the treehouse. "Thank goodness ... She's fine." Yenny folded her arms as if praying. Relieved, Clarissa was safe. Adimasta said nothing. But he was also relieved
Clarissa and Yenny saw Mrs. Tirah in front of the bedroom door. The old woman looked very worried. Her gaze showed that something worrying had happened. "What's the matter?" Clarissa asked. "Madam ..." That one word that Mrs. Tirah said, Clarissa immediately knew, something had happened to Rosita. "What happen to my mom?" Clarissa quickly got off the bed and walked over to Mrs. Tirah. "At the hospital. She fainted at the office. Mr. Bram called me. Madam has to be treated." Mrs. Tirah explained in a slightly trembling voice. "Oh God ..." Clarissa rubbed her head. She turned to Yenny. "Come with me. I have to see my mom." "Okay." Yenny nodded. The two girls quickly left the house and headed for the hospital. When they got there, Clarissa and Yenny were running halfway looking for Rosita's room to be treated. In the room, some doctors and nurses helped. Bramantyo stood by the door to see what was going on inside. "Uncle,"
Yenny picked up Adimasta's phone, but she chose to stay away from Clarissa so she could talk freely. Adimasta asked how Clarissa was doing. Was the girl calm or still upset? Yenny's answer, of course, surprised Adimasta. How could bad things follow? Clarissa’s mother in the hospital? Adimasta could imagine Clarissa getting sadder. "Yenny, is Clarissa crying?" asked Adimasta. "Yes, of course. But she's confused about something else now." Yenny answered with a little restlessness and doubt. "About what else? Another problem?" asked Adimasta. "Clarissa’s mother forced Clarissa to introduce her boyfriend. She wants to meet him, tomorrow," Yenny answered. "What?" Adimasta was even more shocked. Good grief! Clarissa’s mother was sick but she had a weird request. Yenny said a surprising thing later to Adimasta, which made the boy widen, even though his eyes still couldn't widen. Yenny asked Adimasta to come and asked Clarissa to be his girlfr
Rosita and Bramantyo looked at the two handsome and beautiful young people walking towards them. Adimasta, handsome, neat, and cool. From his polite demeanor, he looked like a smart man. Rosita smiled at the two who were now near the bed. Clarissa stood next to Adimasta looking at Clarissa. She waited for her daughter to speak. "Good afternoon, Auntie, Uncle. I'm Adimasta." Adimasta introduced himself, reached out to Rosita and Bramantyo, taking turned greeting them. Clarissa turned to Adimasta. Not yet introduced, he already took the initiative to introduce himself. "How is he so confidence?!" Clarissa thought. "Good day, Adi." Bramantyo smiled at Adimasta, friendly. He noticed Adimasta's calm face. Then to Clarissa who actually looked not so comfortable. For some reason, Bramantyo felt that Clarissa didn't really love this handsome boy. "I asked Clarissa to bring her boyfriend here tomorrow. It is a surprise, you come t
The night was getting cold. Clarissa tightened her thin jacket. The wind was blowing from the front, the garden in front of Rosita's room was being cared for. Clarissa sat beside Bramantyo. She waited for the man to speak. "Rosita has told me about you. You ..." "Wait a minute, Uncle." Clarissa interrupted Bramantyo's words. "Mommy didn't tell you weird stories about me, did she?" Bramantyo smiled. He knew Clarissa was a bit of a snob. She would definitely be very upset if other people said bad things about her. "Good or bad, why? I will be your father. I must be able to accept you, just the way you are," said Bramantyo. Clarissa looked at Bramantyo with a look of no relief. "Your mother loves you very much, Clarissa. She is always worried that you are not happy with your life. She will feel like a failure as a mother." Bramantyo said something that was a little heart-wrenching. Clarissa looked at Bramantyo. This matter, Rosita
Adimasta rang the doorbell of the big house. Mrs. Tirah opened the door and Adimasta came in and sat on the big sofa in the front room. He wanted to see Rosita. The day before, Rosita came home from the hospital. "Please, Mrs. Rosita asked to come into her bedroom. She is not able to sit longer." Mrs. Tirah returned and asked Adimasta to go to Rosita's room. Because she couldn't do many activities yet, Rosita rested in the guest room on the ground floor, not in the upstairs room, her own room. Adimasta entered the room. Rosita was sleeping with a pile of pillows behind her. She was half-sitting holding her cell phone. "Adi ..." Rosita smiled. "Come here." Rosita asked Adimasta to sit on the chair next to the bed. Adimasta sat there, right in the chair Rosita meant. "Clarissa isn't home yet. Either she's here or not." Rosita looked at Adimasta. "I came here to see you, Auntie. I'm glad you are much better," said Adimasta. "Thoug