"You can do whatever you want," said the man.
Clara smiled happily. No wonder the man would give anything to Clara. Money is not a problem. While Clara did not mind if the man had to leave Clara because of business matters, even for a long time Clara did not care. Clara just wanted the man's money.
The man walked while dragging his suitcase towards the bedroom door. Before leaving, he turned and looked at Clara.
"Do the best care for your body," said the man.
Clara smiled and gave the man an 'okay' sign with her finger. The man then left.
Clara threw herself on the bed, she smiled.
"Men only want women's bodies. But that's okay, I enjoy the money," Clara said.
Clara laughed, it seemed like she had gone mad from enjoying being a mistress. Come to think of it, that man was a big businessman. Who doesn't know this man?
Abraham Sasongko, 30 years old. An entrepreneur in the hospitality sector whose name has even entered the international media as a young, successful, and talented entrepreneur. In addition, Abraham also owns a coal field in Kalimantan, Indonesia, and is currently working with a state-owned company which, of course, has a contract value of up to hundreds of billions of Rupiah a year. Perhaps, the money wouldn't run out even if Clara bought a private island using Abraham's money.
Bram, Clara called him that. Bram could marry any woman he wanted, and, of course, have a happy family. Bram was young enough to be a successful entrepreneur and mature enough to start a family. Of course, many women want to be with him. However, Bram chose to live with a mistress.
That's Clara's status, mistress. Even the relationship between the two is unknown to anyone, including those closest to them.
Usually, that kind of relationship is for people who are married and want to find fun out there, but not for Bram. Clara even became the mistress of a single man.
Clara went to the bathroom and cleaned her body up. She soaked her body in the bathtub, enjoying the warm sensation and the smell of the soap she had poured into the bathtub earlier.
"Relax," Clara muttered.
***
Clara stayed in the bathtub long enough, she rinsed her body. Today, she was going to visit her boutique.
Even though she had a lot of money from Bram, she also owned a boutique. She is a well-known designer among the top. She even took fashion design school. During the day she was in her boutique, and at night she would go out to have fun and unwind.
Do you think Clara is a greedy woman? Of course not. For her, money is everything. Boutique money will not satisfy her needs. She didn't want to be short of money, she didn't even want to lose her financial resources.
No human does not want to live comfortably, when you want something you can get it easily, and money is very important as a supporter of life.
If you want to be happy, then make more money. Even your money and social status can make your existence recognized by the world.
*** Arriving at the boutique, Clara entered her boutique called the Clara boutique. Clara saw a few visitors, then her attention was drawn to one of the men, who was dressed neatly and in shiny shoes.
Clara approached one of her employees.
"Is that person a new customer?" Clara asked her employees.
"It seems so, Miss. He has been here for a long time, it seems he is waiting for someone," said the boutique employee.
Clara nodded and asked her staff to carry her bag to her working room. Clara approached the male guest.
"Excuse me, can I help you? Are you looking for something?" asked Clara.
He looked at Clara from head to toe, making her feel confused.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
Clara frowned, didn't he recognize her? Clara Wibisono, her name is well-known among artists and even the upper class.
"Ah, yeah, I remember, you're Clara WIBISONO, right?" the man asked.
"Yes, can I help you?" Clara asked once more.
"A lot, but before talking about it, let's wait for my future wife to come here," said the man.
Clara frowned, she was completely confused by the man in front of her.
Before long, a beautiful and sexy woman came to him. Clara sighed as she watched the woman kiss her man's lips.
"We're getting married," the man said.
"Then? How can I help you?" asked Clara.
"Hey, don't you have any manners? Visitors are King, and you didn't take us to your room? Is it true talking like this to visitors? We can't talk while standing," the woman said.
Clara took a deep breath.
"Come on, let's go to my room," Clara said and rushed into her working room followed by the lovers.
"This is your room?" the woman asked.
"Yes, please have a seat," Clara said.
"This room is cramped, stuffy," the woman said.
Clara rolled her eyes. Yes, the office can be said to be cramped. The room could only accommodate ten women like the female visitor currently in front of Clara. But couldn't she be too direct?
"Sorry if this room makes you uncomfortable, but I only have this one room," Clara said.
"You're a famous designer, right? But why is your room so small? Not like a professional designer," said the woman.
Clara sighed and smiled. In her heart, she was very upset. She does not know what the woman meant, Clara had even tried to be friendly to the woman.
"Okay, so shall we talk or not?" asked Clara.
"Sure, but I can only talk briefly. I don't have much time," the woman said.
The woman threw a fashion magazine on Clara's desk. Again Clara sighed, that woman was really rude, she thought.
"My boyfriend and I are getting married. I want the wedding dress that was in the magazine," the woman said.
Clara looked at the magazine, there was a picture of the dress she designed that she had entered in a fashion show with other famous designers.
"It just so happens that the dress is still there and well kept. You can try it on," Clara said.
The woman smiled broadly, her face looking happy because she was about to try on her dream wedding dress.
Clara took the dress and gave it to the woman.
"I'll walk you to the locker room," Clara said.
The woman followed Clara into the dressing room and immediately tried on the dress.
Clara held back her laughter when she saw that the woman was having a hard time wearing the dress. The dress was made specifically for the shape of the body to fit the model, while the woman was curvaceous and not too tall.
"What the hell? Why is the dress so small?" said the woman annoyed.
"This is not a small dress, but it was made for those who have a professional body shape like the bodies of the models," said Clara.
"You mean I'm fat? Are you insulting me?" the woman said.
"No, no. I'm telling the truth," Clara said.
"You don't know manners. You don't know me, do you? I'm Liora Sasongko. If you don't know me, you can find out my name on the internet!" annoyed Liora.
"You are the one who has no manners you have always been the one looking for trouble with me!" annoyed Clara.
"Wow! Look at that. Is this how a famous designer treats her customers? I wouldn't use your services, cheap designer," the woman said and left Clara.
Clara clenched her fists, her chest rumbling. She could not accept the woman's harsh words.
Clara turned around and was about to shout a curse at the woman, but her actions were stopped when her mobile phone rang and Viona's name on the screen.
Clara answers a call from Viona, her best friend from high school.
'Yes, Vi,' said Clara.
'Where are you, Baby?' Viona asked.
'At the boutique, why? ' Clara asked back.
'I recommended your design to my friend, is she already there?' Viona asked.
Clara frowned.
'Are they lovers getting married?' asked Clara.
'Yes, that's right,' said Viona.