9.Days at school felt bland with the usual routine. Clara eagerly anticipated Sunday, the day Joe promised to take her shopping.Sunday morning arrived. Clara stirred her closet, looking for her best clothes, but found none. Eventually, she settled for casual attire. Clara had never bought clothes, not because the money Joe gave her was too little, but because she preferred saving money rather than spending it on clothes, considering she would start college soon. She couldn't rely on Uncle Joe for the rest of her life.Joe: [Come down quickly! I've arrived!]Clara opened the incoming message."I'm leaving now!" Clara informed."Have fun!" Nadia replied.Clara quickly went down, walking briskly towards the gate."Clara, come in!" Joe requested, throwing a sweet smile at the young girl walking towards him. Meeting Clara momentarily distracted him from his impending divorce proceedings."Alright, Om," Clara replied, running a little to reach him. Joe opened the door, and Clara sat in th
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
11 || One Step Closer ||In the classroom after the lesson, Clara combs her hair, tying it into a ponytail. She applies lip balm to her thin lips, a practice she never does unless she's going to meet Uncle Joe.Nadia sits, always supporting her friend. She knows Clara is eagerly waiting for the last bell.Mario, who always observes Clara, glances at her, curious. It's unusual for Clara to dress up after school. Even in the mornings when the girls in class are busy with makeup, she prefers reading novels.Is there something special today?"Where are you going?" Mario asks, sitting in the chair in front of Clara's desk, making them face each other. Mario can now see Clara up close."Just curious! I can go wherever I want!" Clara replies indifferently, still staring at her reflection in the mirror."Just as a friend, I just want to know," Mario answers, becoming more fascinated with his classmate."I want to meet Uncle Joe," Clara replies, matching Mario's gaze. She can feel a different
12."Wait! Please repeat what you just said!""I've liked you for a long time, Uncle," Clara confesses, louder than before."Are you serious, Clara?" Joe glares at the young girl. How could she, at 17 years old, dare to love him, now 35 years old and soon to be divorced?Clara is taken aback, afraid to meet the man's gaze. Then, she straightens her head briefly to glance at Joe, feeling scared. She turns around, running down the stairs.Mrs. Linn sees Clara with surprise. It's only been about five minutes on the second floor, and now she's already on the ground floor."Why? What's wrong, Clara?" Mrs. Linn scolds."I want to go home now, Mr. Bond, Mrs. Linn. I think I forgot something!" Clara says and quickly walks towards the front door. She steps out, walking down the alley until reaching the main street. Then, she immediately orders a motorcycle taxi online through the app on her phone.=====???=====It's been 3 weeks since Clara confessed her feelings to Joe. During that time, Clar
13 || Clara's Cry ||After hearing that Clara is in the hospital, Joe immediately ends his lunch event. He cancels all his work schedules for the day, concerned about Clara, especially since she hasn't contacted him for three weeks.Although worried, Joe is confident that Clara will be okay. "Postpone the meeting with the important client and meet with some companies offering collaboration," Joe instructs Fadli, his loyal secretary."Alright, Sir," Fadli responds.Joe swiftly leaves the cafe, driving to the hospital at full speed. Arriving at the parking area, he walks towards Clara's room.The door opens, revealing Mario and Nadia sitting. Worry is evident on both of their faces. Joe inquires, walking forward and observing Nadia and Mario alternately."What happened to Clara?" Joe probes, looking at Nadia and Mario."Clara fell while rock climbing, Uncle," Nadia responds. She steals a glance at Joe. Handsome, it's understandable why Clara liked him even after being rejected; she coul
14."I apologize, Uncle. Mario was rude to you," Clara whispered, holding back her sobs. Occasionally, she takes a breath, covering her mouth and nose with the back of her hand to muffle her cries.Joe sits at the edge of Clara's bed, attentively observing her. There's a sense of unease in his heart, especially after hearing Mario's story earlier. Joe truly had no idea he hurt Clara's feelings. He thought Clara wouldn't be hurt after he rejected her."Is what Mario said true?" Joe asks. Slowly, he reaches for Clara's hand, examining the wet and reddened brown eyes. The girl does look thinner than before.Clara doesn't dare to answer. She bites her lower lip, trying to contain the pain in her heart. Joe rejecting her has deeply hurt her."Did I hurt you, or are you sad because I rejected your love?" Joe asks again, equally fragile in the current situation.Clara remains silent, not daring to respond. Her lips were tightly sealed. Fortunately, her tears have stopped flowing."I apologiz
15 || A Kiss ||"Don't go back to the dormitory yet as long as your feet are still sore, stay at my house!" Joe ordered, continuing to give gentle massages to Clara's feet.Joe didn't dare to press on Clara's ankles too hard."Okay, Uncle," Clara replied, breathless! Then, panting."What's wrong with you?" Joe asked, noticing Clara greedily inhaling oxygen as if she had just finished running."Nothing, Uncle."Clara evaded, unwilling to admit that she forgot to breathe because of his touch. Joe's hand, rubbing her ankles, sent vibrations that stirred molecules in her blood, prompting her brain to release dopamine associated with the happiness she felt at the moment."Go to sleep, Clara!" Joe instructed, even though it was only 7:05 PM. He wanted Clara to rest to recover soon."Yes, Uncle," Clara replied shortly. Somehow, in front of Joe, she could only obey and obey.Joe sat beside Clara's bed. He glanced around. Tonight he would sleep on the couch. However, seeing Clara still not asl
16.For nearly three days, Clara had been staying at Joe's residence. Every day, she spent time playing with Kimmy, Joe and Vivian's almost four-year-old daughter.Even so, this afternoon Clara was sitting with Kimmy on the second floor, waiting for Joe to come home, because every time he came home from work, he would always spend time with Kimmy. While sipping her drink, Clara took the opportunity to meet Joe.Tap...Tap...Tap...Footsteps were heard climbing the stairs to the second floor. Clara had memorized those footsteps, who else could it be but the footsteps of the man she liked."Good evening, Uncle," Clara greeted while sitting with Kimmy."Good evening, Clara," Joe replied. He chose to kiss his daughter's forehead and cheeks. Clara swallowed hard and observed him from afar."Uncle, do you want coffee or hot chocolate?" Clara offered. Her foot had healed, and maybe tomorrow she would return to the dorm. It wouldn't hurt to try to contribute to Joe's day by making him a drin