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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8

"Let's eat first, Clara, before we talk. We haven't seen each other in a month, but you've lost weight. When was the last time you ate? " I asked her.

"I don't know." She answered my question.

I was frustrated. I was very surprised because this woman had a boyfriend. It doesn't know how to express its feelings except now. I was stunned. No one has the right to hurt the feelings of the people who are important in my life. I don't just court women if I have no intention of taking them seriously.

"Clara, you don't have to commit suicide just for that man. When did this happen? " I asked her.

"Two weeks ago,"

"What? And you just told me? " It shook its head.

"I can't quite imagine that he could hurt me. We have been together for three years. "She said in a sad voice.

I was stunned. Three years in a relationship, but I just found out now. If so, this woman is too secretive. I called the waiter and ordered.

"What do you want, Clara?" I asked her.

"Anything."

"I want you to eat a lot so that you gain weight. What do you want us to do? Bar hopping? Videooke bar? Mall strolling? "

She didn't utter what I said, and I noticed her gaze was gone.

"Are you listening, Clara?"

"What did you tell me?" I sighed.

"Nothing." But I followed what she was looking at.

And suddenly, my chest throbbed at the woman I saw. There is no other than but the woman I gave the gift to. It was like being selfless by walking next to the establishment.

We ended up eating as well. I'm not sure where Clara and I will be going next. I'll be with her tonight because she'll only be this way once. She knew I was the only one who was close to her.

"Where are we now?" I inquired.

"You?"

"What am I? You have this problem, don't you? So wherever you go, if you're happy, I'll go with you," I replied.

Clara gave a wry smile.

"I'm new to you; you didn't complain, and it's only now that I feel like you're truly a friend," Clara responded.

"You wouldn't have come out of your den if you hadn't been brokenhearted," I said.

"Yeah, I know. You don't have to keep telling me how miserable I am; it's just that I believed," Clara explained.

"That's exactly how it is. Did that man truly love you for three years? If not, that's just the reality because the reason he left you is because there is another man waiting for you," I replied.

"Who is that?" Clara inquired, hoping to make me laugh.

"I'm not sure, Clara, I'm not a god who knows your life line," I replied.

Clara sighed and frowned. We were standing outside the restaurant, unsure of where to go.

"Shall we go into the bar house?" I asked.

"You? What's your plan?" Clara asked.

"It's up to you to decide; you're the one who had a problem right now, and I'll just follow you wherever you go," I replied.

"Thank you, Lennox. You're a true friend. I'm going to waste your time because maybe next time I won't be dragged into this problem because someone will get angry," Clara stated passionately.

"Why?"

"Why?" she inquired, "aren't you looking for a girlfriend?"

"I'm not sure."

"You don't know? You can't stand it any longer. You need someone to look after you and love you so you won't be sad. It's good to love," Clara explained.

"Really? Why are you crying now?" I asked sarcastically.

Clara exhaled a sigh.

"As you mentioned, we're not really for each other."

"All right, let's go."

We crossed the street and got into the car I was carrying. It's a good thing Clara didn't bring her car with her. I turned it on when the two of us walked in. I checked my watch to see what time it was. I hadn't realized it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Who brought you to the city?" I asked Clara.

"Our driver. I wasn't in the mood to drive, so I just delivered; I feel like all my energy in my body is gone," Clara responded.

"That feels normal; if you can't be hurt, you're not human," I replied.

Clara laughed, but the sound didn't reach her eyes.

"Isn't it obvious, Lennox, that I'm really human?"

"Of course, silly; when did you turn into an animal?"

"Yes."

We arrived at the bar house, which was located near a large building. Many people, and I believe it has only recently opened because many customers and others have not yet entered. Clara and I walked in at the same time I parked the car on the sidewalk.

"Can we still get in?" Clara asked.

"I'm not sure," I replied, "but I think the space is enormous."

We entered the house. The entire area was extremely crowded, and the crowd. The loud ringing of the sound systems and the people dancing as if there was no tomorrow drew my attention. I coughed up cigarette smoke as well. We were even assigned to people. As a result, I drew Clara to the side. We were fortunate to find an empty table. As soon as we sat, the waiter approached us and took our order.

Clara was drinking and dancing to music just a few minutes later.

"I wouldn't have had this experience if I hadn't been brokenhearted," Clara explained.

"Yeah, you're a workaholic because if he doesn't leave you, you won't leave your hiding spot," I replied.

"Yes."

My eyes rolled around. I winced because there was so much smoke in the air. I noticed that all of the women were also smoking.

"Do you dislike this place, Lennox?" Clara inquired.

"Sort of. I don't like noise, especially when there's smoke, but I'm not obligated to accompany you; I just want you to be safe." was my response.

Clara grinned.

"The woman you'll love is very lucky, Lennox, because you're so astute."

"Not yet."

"Why?"

"I'm not perfect, and I've made a lot of mistakes in my life," I replied.

"Does someone have to be perfect to love you?"

I remained silent. That woman came to mind unexpectedly. I'm not sure why I want to see her face. I'd like to get to know her as well. But I'm not sure how.

"Are you okay, Lennox? You've gone strangely quiet."

"Yes."

Clara abruptly stood up and entered the dance floor.

"Just stay there, I'll dance for a while," he says as he walks away.

Clara was probably drunk because she was dancing like crazy. I was just shaking. I had to let him go in order for him to be relieved of his pain.

The night was getting darker, and the entire bar house was becoming increasingly louder as people continued to enter. Fortunately, the entire area is large.

The phone vibrated inside my pocket. I took a look at it. My brother also called. So I replied because I knew he wouldn't stop me because he didn't know where I was.

"Hello," I said to him.

"Why the commotion? Where are you? What time is it now? Why haven't you returned home?" she asked.

The volume of her question made my eyes roll.

"Seriously? Why aren't you sleeping?" I asked.

"Perhaps. Don't answer any more questions," she says.

"I've arrived at the bar house."

"What are you doing there? And the noise," the other line complains.

"What do visitors to this place do? Have fun, of course," I replied.

"Lennox, hurry up."

I'm scowling.

It's extremely disrespectful. When it comes to speaking, it reminds me of my eldest sister. He is the eldest. Mentally, I laughed. She matured after marrying and having children. So that's how you bother me.

"I'm an adult, Veronica, and I'm your eldest brother, so I know what I'm doing," I explained.

"Whatever. Just go home," she said after she hung up the phone.