The next day Clara was neatly dressed and was sitting on the sofa across the television.
Now and then, she plays the cellphone in her hand, while Mr. K, she doesn't know his whereabouts.
The reason is that after asking Clara for permission to leave for a while, Mr. K has not returned.
It's been two hours since Mr.K hasn't returned.
"Actually, where is He? He doesn't remember that later I still have schedules." Clara grumbled as she stomped her foot.
Boredom now hit Clara even more.
Lazily, Clara lay back down and rolled her body on the soft bed in the room that she used during her stay at Mr.K's home.
"Aww," Clara cried.
Clara forgot the wounds she had not fully healed in her body.
"Aish, did he forget my existence? Or did he leave me alone on purpose?"
Clara chuckled again.
She returned to take her cellphone, which was on the nightstand near her.
Clara paid attention to the messages that came into her notification.
"There is no."
Clara let out a deep breath.
.
.
The clock is running. There is no sign that Mr. K will come home.
Clara was getting nervous about it.
Honestly, Clara didn't know the cause of her anxiety.
Was it because she was worried about her messy schedule due to Mr.K's actions, or was it because Mr.K's no news at all had reached his ears.
Annoyed, Clara tries to contact her manager ... Johny.
"Hello."
"Hello, what's wrong?"
"May I know what time the catwalk show is?"
"Ah, it's supposed to be seven tonight."
"Oh, okay, then I'll hang up."
Clara disconnected her phone, and after that tried to contact Mr.K.
Clara hopes that Mr. K will immediately pick up the phone in one call. But unfortunately, now it's just wishful thinking, there was no answer from Mr.K.
Slightly annoyed, Clara tried to call him back. Clara intended that if Mr. K picked up the phone, she would yell at him for continuing to ignore the call.
Clara tried many times. The results were the same ...
... nil.
Mr. K didn't pick up Clara's phone, though.
"Where is he? Where is that mysterious asshole?" asked Clara with a little curse.
At first, Clara's irritation was overflowing, but as time went by, Clara now turned around to feel worried about Mr.K.
Is he all right? Did something happen to him?
That's the question sentence that keeps popping up in her brain.
Clara bit her nails and took a deep breath as if she was trying to calm her heart, which was getting more and more restless.
"I'm sure he just asked me for a moment, didn't he?" Clara asked herself.
Clara tried to ward off negative things that would have happened to Mr.K.
Oh come on, Mr. K is not a weak person to worry about, right?
But there was a little flash in Clara's mind what if the negative things she had thought happened?
Not long after, a telephone call came to Clara's cellphone. Clara quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"Hey!! you."
"Clara, listen to me carefully."
There was a sound of shortness of breath from across the phone in a low tone.
'What is this?'
"Don't ever leave my residence ...."
Clara frowned at the hanging sentence, Mr. K said.
"Don't obey other people's words ... just obey my words, I can't see you for a while, my friends will look after you if my friends come to tell him 'all connected' he will know what I mean."
"Why do you say like that? Where are you? Are you okay?" asked Clara, confused and worried at the same time when she heard Mr.K's words.
"Just follow it, " said Mr.K coldly, which ended with a small squeak. "Ah! You don't have to open the door for anyone if it is my friend who comes ... then he will open the door himself," continued Mr.K.
"Hey !!! why yo—"
Before Clara had time to finish her sentence, the phone had been disconnected unilaterally by Mr.K.
'What is this? What happened?'
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