My Handsome Uncle

Part 2After Clara's departure, Joe took a moment to shower. Cold water always managed to reinvigorate him. He put on his best clothes and prepared to return home to his little daughter, Kimmy.From his marriage to Vivian four years ago, they had been blessed with a daughter. Kimmy, the little girl who was now three and a half years old.Joe walked toward the elevator, pressed the ground floor button, and waited for the elevator to reach the lobby. When the elevator doors opened, he walked into the underground parking area and got into his black Lamborghini. He drove to South Residence, a luxurious housing complex owned by the upper-middle class, where his parents' wealthy family resided.Joe drove his car at full speed, his parents would be furious about the divorce lawsuit that had been spreading in various media. However, the truth was, and as the man, Joe was ready to take responsibility for it all.Navigating a marriage was like sailing a ship. If the ship sank, the captain was t

4.In the afternoon, after having lunch with Mr. Bond and Mrs. Linn, Joe took the time to play with his daughter. Today, he decided not to go to work, leaving everything to his secretary, Faris.He was reading the story of Goldilocks to Kimmy, who was now eager for an afternoon nap. Understanding that his little girl became quite spoiled when he was at home, Joe continued to cradle her in his lap.Suddenly, Joe's phone rang with a call from Vivian, who now lived separately from him. Joe hesitated for a moment before answering, curious about the reason for Vivian's call and what she wanted.Despite the uncertainty, Joe answered the call, hoping for some good news."Hello," greeted Joe.It was clear from Vivian's angry tone and insults towards someone as a little rat that Joe sensed tension. Joe instructed her to beg for love. While Joe wasn't angry, he couldn't help but wonder who might have met Vivian and convinced her to withdraw the divorce suit.Joe laid Kimmy on the bed, put on wa

6.Instantly, the elevator doors successfully opened."Help me!"Uncle Joe shouted, and Clara was quickly lifted onto the prepared stretcher. The girl was unconscious, her body drenched in sweat. They swiftly took her to the nearest hospital."Clara, hold on!"Uncle Joe, worried, walked alongside the stretcher, almost running. One of his hands wiped Clara's cheek, hoping she could be saved.She remained unresponsive.Later, the girl was brought into the ambulance.Uncle Joe continued to gaze at Clara's face. There was a sense of regret for not buying Clara's ice cream. If Clara survived, he promised to buy her as much ice cream as she wanted.The watch on his wrist showed half-past seven in the evening.The man reached for Clara's hand. The medical personnel on the other side were busy installing an IV and providing respiratory assistance. Though very faint, Clara seemed to be breathing. There was a weak pulse in her wrist.The ambulance arrived at the hospital.Clara was admitted to

8.Arriving at the parking area behind the hospital building, the four of them stopped by the car."You and Nadia can sit in the back," Mario instructed. He preempted Clara, who wanted to sit in the front. Unwilling to have the girl sit next to Joe, he felt the need to assert his presence.Although a bit frustrated sitting in the back with Nadia, Clara tried to savor the moment, stealing glances at Joe and saving his handsome face as much as possible. Maybe next month would be the next time she would see him.The black car started moving at a moderate speed, cutting through the city streets."Let's grab a bite first," Joe suggested, trying to engage the attention of the three teenagers in his car."Yes, Om," Clara and Nadia responded. Mario chose to remain silent. He wanted to get out of Joe's car quickly, wanting to talk one-on-one with the man.The four-wheeled vehicle pulled over at a parking area of a restaurant that featured steak as its main menu.Joe, Clara, Mario, and Nadia wa

10.Morning came, and although lacking enthusiasm, Joe still sat down at the dining table, not wanting to worry his parents, Mr. Bond and Mrs. Linn. Mr. Bond sat in the main chair, Joe and Mrs. Linn on his left and right."So, are you going to attend the divorce hearing today, or are you going to work?" Mrs. Linn asked her son."I don't know, Mom, but I'm sure I don't want to attend the trial, and as for work, Fadli has taken care of everything for me," Joe replied, starting to fill his plate with bread and chocolate spread."Isn't this the only chance? Mediation schedules could help you resolve issues with Vivian. Are you just going to let it pass?" protested his mother. She felt it was a pity if there was no effort at all from Joe's side. While she understood that Vivian loved him very much."No reconciliation, Mom. Everything will not be the same. This divorce is Vivian's desire, not mine," Joe replied. "I'll do anything to make her happy. Perhaps this separation and divorce will m