The Man Who Didn't Come

From the moment they decided to get engaged until they got married it only happened a very short time. Everything provided by the wonderful Alexandre. Judging from his indifferent attitude, Clara didn't expect Alexandre to think of giving her the best. 

This business marriage is not as bad as she was afraid of it used to be. Even the Anderson family treated her very well, accepting hed very well. 

Tuk!

Clara's head lost her balance. She fell asleep on a wooden chair that was in the garden of her house. Clara rubbed her eyes and looked around her. A green, well-groomed garden. Alexandre refused to live in her house. In return, they had their own house. 

Indeed, this house is very luxurious. Clara can even brag yes, but...

"How could that crazy man leave his wife alone after marriage?"

Clara's face looked very upset. It left one day after the wedding Clara for work. Alexandra just walked away when she changed her clothes. Isn't it very disrespectful at all? Alexandre shouldn't have treated her like this. Ah yes, he wasn't taken for any at all. If people knew this, of course, she would be ridiculed as a woman who was ignored by her husband. 

Clara got up from her chair, she walked weakly in the direction of the kitchen, picked up a cold drink there and drank enough. A slightly old woman saw Clara with a look in her happy eyes. 

"Mrs. Clara, you drink well." 

Clara pulled her glass and looked at the woman, who was smiling at her. She was embarrassed yet gave her a bright counter-smile. 

"I'm thirsty, Anne. Just now I fell asleep in the garden." Clara felt sultry. She showed in her action by moving the shirt she was wearing. 

Ann smiled, she then put down the banana chocolate cake she had just baked. 

"I made this, madam. Let's just hope you like it."

Clara sat directly on the chair and stared at the hot cake in front of her. 

"Gosh, Anne, of course I'll like it. You know that your cooking is very good." Clara straightened her hand between her cheeks and lips, her voice also whispered. The expression on her face teased Anne, who was now laughing happily. 

She liked this woman. Her attitude was cheerful, although sometimes showing her spoiled attitude. Clara's often babbling herself. Cursing, Alexandre made Anne laugh. The young master she served did not have a heart. Although she had taken care of Alexandre since childhood, he was not on Alexandre's side. How could Alexandre do such a cruel thing to this excellent woman? 

I convinced Anne that Clara could control Alexandre later. The overconfident man sometimes also made Anne grumble. She was terrified by her self-confident attitude. 

Anne had finished cutting the cake she had just baked, put it on a plate, and then gave it to Clara. 

"Here, mrs. Please eat it slowly." Anne smiled at the sight of Clara. She remembered that at that time Clara's lips were almost in a quandary because she was eating the freshly cooked noodles in a hurry. 

Clara nodded. She looked so sweet. She blew the cake and then ate it with his eyes widened. 

"Right! It's so delicious." 

Clara held her own cheek. She shook her head repeatedly. She likes Anne's cooking so much. 

If only there hadn't been Anne here, she probably wouldn't have been at home here, and for the man named Alexandre who couldn't even be contacted, Clara decided not to care about it. She wanted revenge.

**

Clara played on her social media. She looked so bored with the daily life she did. She was taking time off, so he didn't go to college. Studying in the designer department, everyone there wears clothes that have their own taste. And Alexandre, who doesn't understand that, is often angry at Clara for saying her taste in clothes is bad. 

Humph, Clara was just trying to find the best style. She hasn't gotten his Muse yet. And when she tried, there was something to mess with. 

Seeing how famous designers displayed their work on the catwalk it made Clara envious. 

"It's never too late... I'll give it a try. Now we focus on Daddy's health alone." 

Clara's eyes filled with tears when she said that. There was a feeling of sadness in her about her ideals and also about her family.

Clara turned off her phone, then looked at the ceiling of her room to calm down. This boredom had drained her energy. 

"or... I'd better go to campus? Trying the food in the canteen seems to be delicious too. Yes, I met the magic grandma later, but I missed it..."

Clara was weighing what she had to do to get rid of this sense of saturation. She had to make herself happy in order to survive. If Alexandre does something at will, he can do that, too. 

Clara moved her lips forward, and suddenly got up quickly from where she was lying, like an attacking zombie. 

"Let's just go there. The new atmosphere will make me calm down!" Clara encouraged herself. She immediately changed her clothes and dressed up with excitement. When she was dressed up, Clara looked at her phone that was on the table. She was thinking about telling Alexandre.

Clara shook her head. 

"Why should I think about it? As for him alone, he just didn't think about me. After all, he couldn't be contacted since yesterday." 

Clara put the smiling face back on her face. She polished the powder on her face carefully and made her very beautiful. 

Clara stood up and looked at herself. 

"perfect. I am indeed very beautiful." Clara complimented herself in a carefree voice. 

"Let's set off now!" 

Clara opened the door to her room, she went downstairs slowly and saw Anne, who was doing her job by cleaning the dust. 

"Anne, I'll go out for a while." 

"Okay, Mrs. Be careful, it rains frequently now." 

"Ok!" 

Clara yelled as she was about to close the door. She saw her car happily and got in the car so she could head towards her campus that she hadn't been to for a long time.