Something Torturous

Instantly Clara's eyes widened at the sight of the oncoming, none other than Uncle Arman, whom Clara thought was like Daddy herself. Daddy's confidant secretary. Clara cried, running into her arms.

"I'm sorry Uncle, Uncle has too much headache taking care of your daddy's company, until Uncle forgot to pay attention to you. Are they coming here again? Uncle looked at the house and all the vehicles of your daddy's collection no longer exist."

"That's right Uncle, Clara didn't know them. But they said if Daddy owes them a lot of money."

"That's right Clara, that's why Uncle came here to tell her everything."

"Tell me what Uncle is about?"

"About your daddy's wish that you would marry mr. Alexander, for only he could free your daddy from all his debts."

Clara's face immediately looked haggard when she heard Alexander's name in her ear.

"Haughty and cold man, can he be a good husband for me?" inner Clara asked silently, her mind fixed on some conditions put forward by Alexander. 

Until Clara wanted to refuse and tear the paper apart. But all of that was only in Clara's delusion of not being able to do anything when the man showed and told Clara to read it. 

"You know why, Clara. Is there something going on? Or are those thugs abusing you?" said mr. Amran, who looked agitated at the sight of Clara, who was silent. 

"That's not what Uncle is, is Uncle sure if that man can be nice with Clara?" 

"Have you met and known him, Clara?" 

"Hmmm, even Clara had met both her parents," Clara replied, which excited mr. Amran, the man turned his head fixedly at Clara. It was his eyes that reflected his pleasure and his smile that signaled the impatience of Clara telling stories.

"So, what about Mr. Henderson's response? Did he agree to your marriage? Uncle hopes that yes, because Uncle is well aware of Mr. Henderson's tough attitude that is difficult to approach and accept someone into his family. Like those two daughters-in-law."

"Yes Uncle, mr. Henderson and Mrs. Henderson accepts Clara. But....``Clara said in favour of her remarks and her teary eyeballs.

She looked saddened by the decision, but she couldn't do anything except accept the marriage. 

"But why, Clara? What are you hesitating about? You should be lucky Clara, because there are a lot of women out there who want to be part of that family. But it wasn't all easy, Clara! Approaching Mr. Alexandre was very difficult, especially taking his parents to heart. And you... you get that blessing, Clara. Uncle is very proud of you. Your daddy will also definitely be happy about this joyful news."

"Uncle doesn't understand. That man is so arrogant and cold. Even Clara had to meet some conditions if she had to be his wife! Ah," Clara said again listlessly. 

For a moment in Clara's memory there was a ringing of Alexander, who was just silent and didn't give her permission to say what Clara wanted. 

"Clara, Mr. Alexandre is a good person. He is indeed famous for his arrogant personality and not saying much. But in her heart, she was a loving and kind man, Clara. You'll be happy with him someday."

"But Uncle!"

"It's Clara, it's all for your daddy's sake. Do you love your Daddy, who has taken the trouble to raise you alone?"

"Hmmm," Clara retorted, laying her head on mr. Arman's shoulder.

Mr. Arman wagged gently at the hair. Even the delicate hand wiped away Clara's tears that fell on her cheeks. Mr. Arman remembered Clara's childhood spoiled him. Because Daddy is too busy taking care of all his business.

"Your Uncle and daddy are dear to you, Clara. We will not let you be harmed by anyone. But uncle only asks with you, marry the master Alexander. Only he can make all these circumstances improve." 

The teardrops fell more and more every time she heard the words, the call for her to marry a man she didn't like at all. 

"Miss, there's a phone call," the maid called which made Clara stand up from next door to Mr. Arman. 

"Who is?"

"Mr. Cavin," the maid retorted.

Clara took the receiver, she fell silent, letting the man call his name from behind the phone line. 

Her mouth instantly became stiff, and his hands seemed to be heavy, putting the phone to her ears. Until the phone fell out of her hand.

"Hello, hello Clara," still called Cavin from a phone line she didn't answer.

Clara burst into tears, leaning her body against that wall, she held both her knees and the sound of her sobs echoing in the room. 

She couldn't afford to hurt the heart of the man who loved her so much, who loved her so much that she wanted it. Until she couldn't contain all her sorrows. 

"What's wrong Clara?" asked mr. Arman repeatedly. 

Making Clara's crying sound break even more, and hugged the uncle's body tightly. 

"What was Cavin just now?"

"What should Clara do, Uncle? Cavin will definitely hate Clara!"

"Forgive Uncle with your Daddy, Clara. It's all because of us, to where you have to be separated from someone you love."

Clara's voice rose even more than the uncle uttered his words again, but the phone was still ringing. Until the aunt stared at Clara, who was still crying, and her mouth uttered Cavin's name without making the slightest sound. 

Clara shook her head at the aunt, telling the aunt to lie.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cavin, miss Clara is inconsistent," the aunt said to Cavin still from the phone line. 

"order with Clara if these two days I'm going home."

"Okay mr cavin, auntie will tell you later," the aunt still said, ending the call. 

The maid walked up to me who was still leaning this body against the wall.

"Mr. Cavin said he would be home in two days," the aunt said, making Clara's heart and heart beat wildly.

She didn't know what would happen, if Cavin knew it all. 

"How is this Uncle, what should Clara say?"