What's Hard to Explain

Clara tried to forget everything that had happened, she greeted the beautiful morning with a faint smile on her face. She looked at herself in front of that mirror. The cheerful beautiful face now looks faint and not passionate. Until finally she tried to smile a little in front of the mirror. 

"I shouldn't be sad, didn't Mama ever make such a message back then?" said Clara to herself still in front of the mirror. 

Clara turned her body in front of the mirror, looking at the slender, full body and beautiful face. Perfect, no less competitive than the models out there.

"I'm still beautiful, it should be Alexander who should be lucky to be able to get a woman like me. I am beautiful, smart, even independent. He should have known that. It's not me who is lucky to get it. It should be that he is self-aware. Yes?" again Clara asked herself through the mirror. 

"Hmmm."

Clara heard the sound of someone clearing her throat, until her eyes turned towards the door.

"Sorry Miss, just now the aunt called and banged on the door of the room, Miss. But Miss seems to be busy with herself.," said the mais who lowered her face in the face of the speechless and nervous Clara 

"Alright, come out," said Clara who walked towards Alexandre who was staring at her from that door front. 

Even that look showed a sense of dislike with the remarks she had accidentally heard, Clara just wanted to encourage and comfort herself. She never expected that Alexander heard all that she said. 

Clara could only shut up and her face was embarrassed to stare at Alexandre. 

"Did you say just now? If you want. You can still cancel this marriage. Because I never asked for and forced you to be my wife!" insisted Alexander.

"Why can you be in front of my room, Mr. Alexandre?"

"Have you forgotten who I am? Even if I want to, I can drive you out of this house right now!" 

"You man has no heart, challenges you to be a great man, has everything. You can just do it with my life. Ah, I hate this state of affairs!" chirped Clara who was nagging behind Alexander's body. 

Alexandre turned his face, he stopped his footsteps right in front of Clara who was grumbling. 

His gaze was very sharp, his legs he forwarded before Clara until it got closer. The scared Clara rewinded her footsteps towards the back, while her eyes were still staring at the sharp glare of Alexander's eyes. 

Clara's body could no longer be moved, her legs stopped because of the boundary of the wall she was resting against. 

Clara stared at Alexander's eyeballs that didn't blink in the slightest, her face flushed red. The palm of her hand he grasped in the shape of a fist.

Clara, who was afraid, chose to close her eyes in front of Alexander.

"If you want everything to go well, never stalk me, even if you protest in the slightest. I'll make you regret it," Alexandre whispered in Clara's frightened ear. 

"Do you understand?" asked Alexandre in front of Clara who lowered her face, even the tears fell out of sadness at Alexandre's nature that lacked meekness. 

"Yes," Clara retorted listlessly.

"I didn't hear it, can you repeat it?"

"Yes, lord Alexander," Clara retorted, making Alexander let out a long sigh and he again continued his footsteps.

Clara didn't ask anything about Alexandre, she still followed Alexander from behind her body. Until the door of that Lamborghini car opened for her.

"Let's go to the hospital first!" asked Alexandre towards the driver. 

Clara still chose silence, she didn't dare to say anything at all, even as Clara realized that she had forgotten to have breakfast this morning. 

The car was still carrying them in the direction of the hospital, and Clara occasionally wiped away the tears that fell on her cheeks. 

"Here," Alexander said, stretching out a tissue towards Clara who wiped away her tears. 

Clara looked at Alexander who stretched out the tissue, his face looking flat with no expression on the face of guilt or anything. He is indeed a cold man. 

"I don't want you to cry and dirty this beloved car of mine," she said, dismissively putting the tissue into Clara's hand, until Alexander again busied herself with her mobile phone. 

"Thank you," Clara retorted, who didn't get any answer from Alexandre.

"Mr. Alexander," called Clara to which Alexander ignored. 

Until the car carrying them was parked in front of the hospital, the two got off after the door was opened by the driver. 

Clara felt that her stomach felt more and more hungry, until the hungry voice rang.

"Haven't you had breakfast yet?" asked Alexander who instantly stopped in his tracks. 

Clara shook her head towards Alexandre, until the man moved his lips forward and rounded his eyes towards Clara. Alexandre looks upset that it was Clara who made him brother. 

"Do you know if I don't have much time? Ah, I have to accompany you to eat and visit Mr. Thomas. After this you have to come with me to choose a wedding dress," he said. 

While Clara could only resign herself to hearing Alexander's every babbling to her.

"I can bear my hunger, Sir don't have to worry, let's just visit Daddy because I miss him so much," retorted Clara who walked first letting the still grumbling Alexander. 

Clara walked in the direction of the Daddy's room, seeing the doctors and nurses still providing her medical services. 

"How about it, Doc, how is Daddy doing?" asked Clara who saw the doctor coming out from inside the room the papi was currently occupying. 

The doctor shook his head, giving a sign if the daddy's health had not improved. 

"Daddy!" squirmed Clara who ran into the room, Clara crying out to her Daddy.

"Dad, you have to get up for me, Dad. I will marry the man you want Dad soon, I beg Dad. Be my guardian on my wedding day Dad. Isn't that what you want? I am married to the master Alexander. Yes Dad, Clara agreed. Clara is going to marry Dad. Haaaa... wake up Dad," said Clara who was crying at the hands of the Daddy. 

"We will try our best for mr. Thomas' recovery," the doctor retorted. 

"Yes, because of your position as his guarantee!" threatened Alexander against the doctor. 

The doctor could only nod his head towards Alexandre, agreeing to Alexander's request. And the doctor also chose to say goodbye to return to his room. 

"Mr. Thomas will be fine, now come with me," said Thomas, who was standing next to Clara who was still holding Daddy's hand on his cheek. 

Again Clara's stomach rang, she felt her body getting weaker and weaker as she hadn't gotten that breakfast yet. 

But she still stepped her feet, following Alexander who was standing next to her. Although occasionally Clara held her dizzy head and the sight of her firefly eyes. 

"Are you okay?"

"Hmmm, can you take me to eat first?" asked Clara who was being grasped by Alexander. As a result of Clara's body that had almost collapsed. 

Alexandre didn't answer anything, he still helped Clara walk all the way to the direction of her car. Then asked the driver to stop at the restaurant he subscribed to. 

"Come down, I hope you don't trouble me. Because I don't like weak women," Alexander said, leaving Clara behind her body. 

Alexandre waited for Clara who was walking limping, as a result of enduring pain in her head and abdomen

"If you walk like that, you can pass my time. Do you know if that time is precious to me."

"I'm sorry Sir," retorted Clara who chose to sit down opposite Alexander.

Several waiters without being ordered prepared a menu of various kinds of dishes, it seemed that they were already familiar with Alexandre's taste. 

Clara's eyes lit up looking at the dishes before her, it seemed that the worm couldn't wait to get food intake from Clara. 

Without being impersonated by Alexander, Clara devoured the food greedily. She was so hungry that she didn't care about the man who was watching her. Either because of his annoyance or his compassion for seeing a spoiled young woman now her life is falling hard. 

"Can you just eat slowly?" 

"I'm sorry Mr. Alexandre, I'm so hungry. I'm sorry to make you tired of seeing me," said Clara, who was chewing the food in her mouth.

"It seems that the requirements just now are not much for me to put forward to you, I have to fix them first before our marriage is directly set. There are many things I don't like about your attitude."

"Cough!cough!"

Clara coughed dryly at Alexander's remarks, even Clara faltered as she swallowed the food. She had tried to be kind and polite in front of Alexander. But Alexander still did not see the changes he showed.

There is a saying, if only the man who loves you can see your perfection. At a glance the words rang in Clara's mind, she recalled the figure of Cavin treating her as a daughter in her heart. 

Even if Cavin never said the words that made Clara sad, considering that Cavin made those tears fall again. 

"Dad, what should I do? I can't afford to live any longer. But I don't want to leave you even though I still hope to see your smile. Wake up Dad, don't waste this sacrifice of mine," Clara said in her heart. 

She remembered the Daddy who really wanted to marry the man in front of her now.

"One more Clara, I don't want to see you cry!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Alexandre," Clara said, wiping away her tears and stopping her eating activities that hadn't left her feeling full. But hearing every one of Alexandre's remarks made Clara's appetite suddenly disappear. 

"Why did you stop eating, Clara?"

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm full," Clara retorted for a moment. Alexander stared fixedly at Clara's face, bowing her face in front of her. 

"Good, let's go," Alexander invited Clara to come back to follow him. 

Clara again erased her chest holding back every harsh word Alexander said, Clara didn't want to let Daddy down. Until Clara nodded her head, trusting whatever Alexander had said to her. 

"Take a little flashy one!" ordered Alexandre towards the wedding dress designer.

"This one's sir."

"Don't try anything else," Alexander said, seeing one by one the wedding dress worn by Clara. 

Clara looked beautiful and elegant, even the visitors admitted it. They saw Clara who was wearing the wedding dress. 

"Look baby, that woman is so beautiful. Do you want to wear clothes like her? So that you are as beautiful as her," said a man who was a visitor as well. 

The man was seen admiring Clara's beauty, even he praised her in front of Alexander. 

Alexandre looked upset at the sight of another man who acknowledged Clara's beauty, until Alexandre chose to stand up and walk towards Clara who was still wearing the dress. 

Alexandre twisted Clara's body, he looked at her fixedly. 

"Look for another dress!" ordered Alexandre who actually liked the dress. It's just that the dress Clara was wearing was so revealing that Alexander chose not to use the dress.

"How about this sir, I guess this dress fits her very well. Even Mrs. Clara also seemed to like him. Yes, isn't it Mrs. Clara?"

Clara only chose to remain silent to let Alexander decide on her, even though in Clara's heart she already felt bored and tired from being told to try on the dress many times.

"How sir?" still asked the designer who saw Alexander just staring silently at Clara. 

"Hmmm, I chose this one."

"Yes!" the man said accompanied by a small smile from Clara's relieved face. 

Clara looked down at her phone, she read an incoming message that made her face instantly change.