4. How If, He Is You?

Clarissa's eyes didn't blink at Adimasta who was sitting next to her. She wanted to laugh! It turned out that Adimasta had the same fate as her, was invited to a social event, then given free time to get acquainted with the children of the mothers. It could be that Adimasta was also a victim of coercion to get a mate or an arranged marriage at a moment like this, right?

"Why are you dumbfounded? Sit down." Adimasta patted the chair next to him asking Clarissa to sit down.

Clarissa obeyed, immediately she sat down. And immediately she leaned closer to Adimasta and whispered, "How many times have you been invited to events like this? Why have I only seen you now? Have you ever been betrothed to, hmm?"

Adimasta looked at Clarissa. Beautiful. Very beautiful. This time her hair was light brown, which suited her perfectly. With a ponytail, Clarissa makes Adimasta was even more charmed.

Adimasta raised his glasses, then replied, "What do you mean? I don't understand. This is my first time coming. No. My mother asked to be escorted."

"Ooh??" Clarissa was not surprised that Adimasta had only recently joined the ragged women's event.

Clarissa stood back up. She whispered again to Adimasta, "Follow me."

Without asking why Adimasta stood up and followed Clarissa. Clarissa headed to the corner of the room, choosing a table with only two chairs, so she could sit alone with Adimasta. It was also good that this boy came, Clarissa didn't have to go along with the mothers' children.

Clarissa took an orange-flavored drink, one of her favorites. She took a few gulps, put the glass on the table, and looked at Adimasta who kept staring at her.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not like those mothers, am I?" said Clarissa.

"No, absolutely not. I am just thinking. So, do you often come to this kind of event? To get a mate?" asked Adimasta.

"My mom. She is the keenest on offering me with her friends. She wants me to marry a successful businessman. It's scary." Clarissa answered while shaking her head.

Adimasta enlarged his lips. He felt funny looking at Clarissa’s expression. 

"Haven't got a mate yet?" Idly Adimasta asked. 

" I don’t want to get an arranged marriage. I came because I didn't want to keep fighting with my mom." Quickly Clarissa answered. "Then you?"

"One of the mothers over there is an old friend of my mother. My mother who's wearing the white dress." Adimasta turned his head towards the big table where the mothers were having talking and laughing. 

Clarissa watched carefully to a woman with only one white shirt. Beautiful. Her face was gentle and very simple. Her appearance was so different than the others. Clarissa nodded after being sure to see Adimasta's mother. 

"My parents never thought about matchmaking. It's up to their children to find a partner of their lives." Adimasta continued. 

Clarissa suddenly had a crazy idea. Instead of her mother was complicated to find a mate for her, why not just Adimasta? Hey, wait a minute! Not real. Just a drama to get her mother happy. Clarissa smiled and leaked Adimasta.

Adimasta frowned. From that girl’s gaze, Adimasta knew that a nosy and ignorant aura was coming to attack. 

"What are you doing?" asked Adimasta. 

"Engagement ... How if, he is you?" Clarissa grinned. 

"Hah?!" Adimasta widened his narrow eyes which were still not wide either. 

"Yes, Di. Instead of going on and on, my mom is busy looking for a guy for me. Help me, okay?" Clarissa fiddled with her eyebrows. 

Adimasta’s chest quickly instantly. It felt like Clarissa was asking him to be her boyfriend. The girl was so relaxed, there was no burden anyway at her. She was not even thinking about what she just said. Adimasta was so nervous. His face blushed slightly. 

Adimasta's changing face made Clarissa laugh out loud. She quickly covered her mouth afraid that everyone would turn around at her. 

"You. This relationship is not for fun." Adimasta neutralized the heart. Of course, he loved Clarissa, but not in this way that he would win over this pretty girl. 

"So, you really don't want to help, huh?" Clarissa asked, frowning a little. Adimasta rocking.

"Pity me." 

"If just for a lie, no, Clay. I love you. It's you want it, be my girl. How about it?" 

"What? You wanna be my boy? Are you sure, you love me?! What a joke!! How handsome are you, huh!???" Clarissa leaked it with bulging eyes, both hands clenched into fists ready to punch Adimasta Cakradinata's smooth white face. 

Suddenly a hand was waving in front of Adimasta's face. Adimasta stuttered. He was daydreaming, imagining that if he asked Clarissa as a girlfriend, there would be war.

"Dumbfounded again?!" Clarissa leaked Adimasta. "How?" 

"No. Sorry," said Adimasta. Because in his mind, one lie would spread to the next lie and so on, and so on.

 "You ... Unfaithful friend." Clarissa pouted.

Adimasta just smiled faintly. He reached for the available glasses, gulped until the contents of the glass were almost empty. 

Until more than an hour later, Clarissa said goodbye to go home first. She reasoned there was an urgent task to be completed. Rosita couldn't force her daughter to stay. Adimasta watched Clarissa say goodbye to her mother and then leave the luxury restaurant.

Adimasta's heart overflowed with affection. Poor girl Clarissa. She needed attention and care. Her life looked fine, but there was an empty side of her. 

"I'll try to get closer. I don't know how Clarissa will accept me. I don't know what it's going to be either." Adi's heart spoke. A subtle whimper again penetrated Adimasta's heart.

*****

That day was Mr. Diaz's class again. Clarissa would still use the last strategy, arriving late. She wanted to see how the handsome young lecturer reacted. Yenny has entered the class first. Clarissa deliberately turned to the toilet first. 

Yenny was very excited, the lecturer in Clarissa's class had not yet appeared. During the class, nobody can use their phone anyway, which made Yenny was upset. Yenny looked back and forth at the door, hoping that Clarissa would come out soon. 

Nearly ten minutes of class was going, Clarissa appeared. As before, she casually entered the class. But this time, Clarissa greeted, not straight away. 

"Hi, Mr. Diaz. Sorry, I'm late again." With a big smile, Clarissa waved at Diaz. Diaz's eyes immediately fixed on the girl. This time her hair was a bit normal, brown, though a little lighter.

"I have made it clear that no one should be late for my class." Diaz talked to the point.

"Sir, nature's call. I have a stomach ache. It can't wait, can it?" Clarissa reasoned.

Several friends were already giggling at Clarissa's behaviour. Diaz looked deeper into Clarissa's eyes. He could tell if someone was making it up or speaking the truth.

"Sir ..." "You lied, Miss. This time I just give you a warning. But the last warning. If you are late again, it's better not to come in, or even if you sit in class, I still consider you absent from my class." Diaz didn't want students to pretend to be friendly and make excuses if they weren't serious about their class.

"Ugh, so bad." Clarissa raised her eyebrows.

"This class is my responsibility. I don't want anyone to interfere with the smooth running of the class. I'm counting to ten you should be seated. Got it?" Diaz started to get angry with Clarissa's behaviour.

"Yeah, alright ..." Clarissa immediately looked for an empty seat. And before Diaz said the number ten, Clarissa was already seated. Right, on the Adimasta side.

Adimasta shook his head at Clarissa. Seeing Adimasta was staring at her, Clarissa stuck her tongue out at Adimasta, annoyed.

Diaz continued his class. He knew Clarissa wouldn't stop pranking the class. Because that's the nature of the girl. But Diaz is determined that before the semester ends, Clarissa would repent.

Meanwhile, Clarissa racked her brain again so she could approach the teacher. It wouldn’t be effective in class. Even though his handsome face was increasingly disturbing Clarissa's days.

"Aha!! College assignments, the boarding house!!" Another idea popped into Clarissa's head.

What was Clarissa's plan like? Would she get the teacher's attention?