'Sorry, Mom. I disappointed Mom. Mom was proud of me, though I got everything I had today, because of my hard work as a boutique employee. I'm a cheap woman who is willing to sell my body for money," Clara said between sobs.
The phone was still on, Clara didn't even notice. While on the phone, someone was still trying to listen to Clara who was still crying.
Immediately, Clara turned on the water and washed her face. The phone immediately died.
Clara didn't want her mother to worry about her condition. She also polished her face with a light polish, making her eyes look fresh again. After feeling better, Clara came out of the bathroom.
Afraid to hear her mother's words that would make her feel even more guilty, Clara excused herself to go home and reasoned that she had work to do. She gave her ATM card for her mother's needs. She still had the other card that Bram had given her, while her ATM card was the profit from the boutique that she had deliberately kept. So far, Clara has used Bram's money to buy her personal needs.
Clara drove her car to the apartment. Her job was in an apartment. She won't be coming to the boutique for a few days.
It was a long journey, and finally, Clara arrived at the apartment. She was a little tired from driving her car.
Clara took off her heels, she went into the kitchen and saw Bram there.
"Bram!"
"Are you home?" said Bram.
"Yeah, what are you doing?" Clara approached Bram and saw Bram was cooking soup.
"Cook, I want to eat warm soup. That way, I will be better," said Bram.
"Do you still have a fever?" Clara touched Bram's forehead, it of course surprised Bram.
Wow...
Bram was even more surprised when his hand accidentally touched the soup pot that was on the burning stove.
"You are, as a child, reckless," Clara said. Clara took a bowl of water from the faucet and wet Bram's hands.
"Leave it a minute, then you'll be better off," Clara said.
Bram felt more and more uncomfortable. His body began to sweat.
"You're sweating, that's good. When you have a fever and then you sweat, the fever usually goes away quickly," says Clara.
Clara asked Bram to sit down and wait for the soup to be served. Clara helped Bram prepare a bowl of soup.
'I'm sweating not because of a fever, but because of you,' thought Bram.
"Eat the soup. Oh yeah, do you need any more medicine? Then, I'll prepare it," Clara said as she placed the bowl of soup on the dining table.
"No, I don't have a fever. I'm much better," said Bram honestly. At least sweating did make it better.
"Okay. By the way, I'll finish my work, you eat first," Clara said.
Bram was silent while waiting for the soup not to be too hot. Meanwhile, Clara went to her office. She started her work.
***** The sun was starting to set. Clara stopped her work and went to her room. There, Bram was seen focusing on working in front of the laptop while sitting on the bed.
Clara went straight to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. After showering, Clara came out using only a towel and headed for the closet. Take shorts and a shirt that is a bit lost but looks a little hanging.
Soon a call came in, and Clara immediately hung up. The second time there was an incoming call from the same contact.
"Very noisy!" said Bram sarcastically to Clara because Clara's cell phone kept ringing, and it made it difficult for his to focus on work.
Clara quickly hung up the phone.
"Just answer it, who knows it's important," said Bram.
"No, it's not important. Forget it, I'll answer that later. Oh, yeah. I'll get my hair tie, I think I left it in the bathroom." Clara rushed to the bathroom. Looking for a hair tie.
Bram got out of bed and intended to take something that was in the cupboard. However, his steps were stopped when another call came into Clara's cell phone.
Bram was curious and stole a glance. Not long after Clara came out, Bram immediately shifted his focus to the things her was going to take from the closet. Bram seemed to think for a moment, it seems he didn't see the name of the contact who contacted Clara just now. Suddenly his heart pounded erratically, his breathing suddenly felt heavy.
Clara tied her hair and the t-shirt she was wearing was lifted revealing her flat stomach even revealing a bit of underwear covering her chest.
"Don't tease me!" said Bram.
Clara looked at Bram and frowned. She don't know what Bram means.
Bram glanced at Clara and sat back down on the bed.
"Dressed like that, are you teasing me? Does the shower make you cold, and need to be warmed up?" asked Bram, then looked at Clara with an unusual look. Bram seemed to smile a little, but that smile implied that something was wrong.
Clara increasingly did not understand what Bram meant. Of course, Clara used to wear clothes like that in the apartment, and Bram already knew that.
"I don't get what you mean. Who's flirting? I feel comfortable dressing like this when I'm at the apartment," Clara said.
"But I'm not comfortable, I'm at work, and I can't focus because of you," annoyed Bram.
"Oh my gosh. You're out of your mind. I don't know what's going on in your head," Clara said in disbelief.
"Besides, if you're feeling upset, stay away from me and focus on work," Clara said.
Clara was surprised when Bram closed his laptop hard enough.
"Don't cross your line just because I spoiled you all this time. Who do you think you are, ha? Dare to do what you want, even dare to control me!" said Bram in a high-pitched voice.
Clara couldn't understand why Bram had to be angry just because Bram heard her words. Clara gave advice that she thought was appropriate so that Bram would not be disturbed while working. After all, only because of the clothes, Bram even protested.
"I'm giving you advice, isn't that great?" said Clara.
"What you just said is like kicking me out of this room. This apartment is in your name, but you should be grateful because I was kind enough to give you freedom," said Bram.
"Actually, what are we talking about? Isn't your problem just because of my clothes?" Clara said getting annoyed.
"Yeah, and I don't want to touch you tonight, so don't tease me," said Bram.
Clara took a deep breath. Bram sucks. Clara didn't know what life problems Bram was going through, so Bram became such an angry person.
'I don't want to be touched by you either,' Clara muttered.
'Inevitably, in fact, you have to serve me if I need it. Because I can freely enjoy your body. Unfortunately, tonight I have no interest in touching you. Even if you tease me, I won't be affected," said Bram after hearing Clara's muttering.
Clara clenched her fists.
"Bram!" snapped Clara. Bram sucks. Even though this afternoon, Bram wasn't that annoying.
Bram was surprised and looked at Clara with a sharp look. He rushed over to Clara. He glared at her as if she wanted to kill him.
"Scream one more time, then I'll make you regret it. Who do you think you are, hm? Stupid woman! You crossed the line! Damn it!" growled Bram.
Clara widened her eyes at Bram's words. Meanwhile, Bram immediately left the room.
Bram closed the bedroom door very hard, so the door, which was designed in such a way by a skilled architect, was damaged by a strong impact.