Old and perverted men

Bara's words kept ringing in Atma's mind; now he started to question himself. So far, Atma has never cared about the identity of the women close to him. He is a normal man, like a cat; whatever kind, if served meat, he will definitely enjoy it.

Likewise with Atma, it was these women who offered him heaven on earth, and he would accept it happily. But if something happens beyond his control, then Bara will be the one to step in and tidy everything up until there is no trace. Cruel? No, as the sole heir of Atma, you are required to always look perfect. Not only looks, but images must also be maintained in such a way.

On the other hand, Clarita is still busy lamenting her fate after today. She did not think that she was pregnant with twins; so far, she had never had her pregnancy checked. Not because he was embarrassed, but because he couldn't use his economy to just visit the midwife in the village. She only relies on her instincts to protect her womb.

Even though she didn't expect the baby, for Clarita, the fetus was innocent. The one to blame for all these incidents is himself. Not anyone else, let alone an innocent fetus.

Clarita's thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the door opening. She glanced briefly. Without realizing it, he took a deep breath. "It's him again," Clarita whispered to herself when she saw Atma walking towards her.

“Your bag.” Atma's strong arm reached out to give Clarita the tote bag she had chosen. The only thing he could take with him before being thrown into the city of people

"Hm," Clarita said, clearing her throat without meaning to.

"I have to go home; I'll come here tomorrow," said Atma in a flat tone.

Clarita glared in surprise. "No need; you and I don't have that special relationship."

Clarita's sarcastic answer made Atma smile. He felt that the woman in front of him was different from the others. At first, he thought that Clarita was testing him, but now he was absolutely sure that Clarita was indeed different. "You don't need to have a special relationship to visit other people."

"The word visiting refers to the act of visiting someone you know when they have a disaster. And I... feel like I don't know you." Clarita stared straight into Atma's hazel eyes, as if she weren't afraid of the figure standing straight in front of her.

“Then let's just say I visited a woman to get to know her better. Clear, right?” Atma's determination did not want to lose in the heated debate.

Clarita rolled her eyes lazily. “Isn't that what rich people are like? Always act and make decisions as he pleases.”

Atma smiled very thinly, almost imperceptibly. This was the first time there was a woman who didn't run out of ideas to reply to every word that came out of her mouth. "I go."

“I'm going; I'll visit you. Fuck you, sir; I don't care. You come and go as you please. Do you think we know each other well? You perverted old man!” Clarita blurted it out as soon as Atma closed the door to her room.

"What are you talking about?" Atma asked, making Clarita jump and cover her mouth. "What are you talking about?" Atma repeated, approaching Clarita.

'Why did he come back again?' Clarita thought in fear.

Atma's gaze prompted Clarita to speak up, but the woman seemed reluctant to say a word. Atma raised his eyebrows, waiting for Clarita's answer. "I didn't say anything. You heard wrong. I suggest checking that after this. I'm sure a rich man like you doesn't have much time to clean his ears.”

The corners of Atma's lips twitched, but the man who was known to be cold tried his best to hold back his laughter. However, he has to maintain the cool image that has been attached to him since high school. Not long after, Atma turned around and walked towards the sofa.

"You? Don't you want to go home?" Clarita asked quietly.

Atma turned with one eyebrow raised, her eyes still sharp and piercing. If I'm honest, Clarita almost lost all her bones when faced with the cold man in the shirt.

Just like Atma, Clarita is trying to look cold and untouchable, not because of her position, let alone her current position. The only position attached to Clarita is 'Mother without a husband or job', but her high ego makes her struggle to build it all.

"You want me to stay overnight?" Atma asked coldly.

Clarita's eyes widened perfectly, and she almost swore at the man who had been near her for about six hours. "Do not be crazy! Go, and I hope never to see you again after this." Atma didn't answer; he just smiled crookedly and walked away, leaving Clarita with all her annoyance.

Clarita is now left alone in the VIP room. Clarita has been busy looking at her cellphone. She still insisted on looking for the right job for her, but unfortunately, all the jobs available required 'attractive appearance'. It was clear that Clarita would no longer fit into that category. If in the past Clarita was the campus belle, now everything seems to be the opposite.

Since becoming pregnant, her body has gotten bigger, her face is dull, and her hair has grown. Don't ask again; her hair, which is usually touched by salon medicines every week, is now let alone going to the salon; she can just buy vegetables and rice for one day's meal. She is already grateful.

Clarita took a deep breath when her slender fingers accidentally opened a post showing the happiness of a small family. There is a father, a mother, and the figure of a young woman who is so elegant in a pink dress. Well, today is her parents' anniversary, but unfortunately, Clarita is trapped in a situation where she is thrown away. Never mind sending help; Clarita never even asked for news.

"It's okay, Cla. You can definitely get up. After this, let's start things better. You can't be weak. Remember, there are two lives whose future depends on you. You have to get up!" He said it in a hoarse tone. Clarita laughed sadly in between her small cries.

He put away his cell phone and pulled the blanket up to his neck, wrapping his fragile body so that it wouldn't be further crushed. Now there is no one to encourage him; there is nothing to attract him to just be able to experience a decent life again. He had to fight alone.

“There's nothing to regret, nothing. Get up, Cla, get up.” Clarita spoke softly as her fingers pounded her chest, hoping to stimulate the enthusiasm that was starting to recede. Without realizing it, Clarita was swept away by sadness until she closed her eyes and cried. He always hopes that when he wakes up, everything that happens will just be a dream, but hope is still hope. There is nothing he can change except himself.

Night came, and Clarita became increasingly lost in her dreams. "No, father, mother, no!" I don't want Clarita to mumble in her sleep.

"Hey, wake up, Cla. Cla, wake up."

A gentle pat on Clarita's chubby cheek turned out to have sweet results. The eyes of the woman who had just been babbling incoherently were wide open, her breath still panting.

When she managed to neutralize her heartbeat, Clarita turned to look for the perpetrator who helped her get out of that dark dream. Clarita's eyes widened perfectly when she saw a figure she didn't want to see again.

"You!”