Now Mr.K and Clara are already at home, more precisely Mr.K's house, because until now Mr.K hasn't allowed his client to return to his apartment, especially with Clara's condition like this.
"So, this place is as real as where you live?" Clara asked, opening her voice when she just entered Mr.K's house.
"Hum."
Only the low buzz of Mr. K responds to Clara's answer.
"Mmm, it's appropriate this house is a little mysterious away from the crowd ..... like the owner," Clara softly squeaked at the end of her sentence.
Mr. K did not respond, even though he listened to what Clara said.
"Get some rest, I'll take you to your room," said Mr.K, taking Clara to the guest room in her house.
"I will make food for you," said Mr.K.
Clara could not argue, could only obey Mr.K's words, because after all, Clara had promised to Mr.K, and she was not a person who did not keep her promises.
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After busy making food for Clara and herself, Mr.K also intended to call Clara to eat first.
Knock Knock ...
There was no answer from the room in which Clara was staying.
With hesitation, Mr.K finally stepped on his feet, opened the door of the room occupied by Clara.
Mr.K seemed to focus on one point this time ...
... Clara's face looked peaceful in her sleep.
There was an expression of calm in Clara's face, which was now fast asleep.
'Beautiful ... hey, what are you thinking, get rid of your thoughts ... she's your client,' Mr.K murmured in his mind.
Unconsciously the smile arches imprinted on his face.
Feeling uncomfortable waking Clara, finally, Mr.K undid his intention, and returned to the kitchen to cover his food with a food hood first.
After finishing in the kitchen, Mr.K returned to his (secret) office to finish his work.
***
"Awww ....." Clara said suddenly, who just woke up from her sleep.
Because when she woke up, Clara felt a little thirsty, and there was no glass in her nightstand, Clara finally decided to go to the kitchen to get a drink.
With a little limp, Clara arrived in the kitchen.
"This ... did Mr.K make food for me? But why does it look cold?" Clara muttered as she opened the serving hood and touched the edge of the plate that was already cold.
"Mr.K ... Mr.K" called Clara
There was no answer obtained from Mr.K
"Where is he going ?" Clara asked herself
"Looks like he was out for a while," continued Clara.
After taking a glass to drink, Clara finally took the initiative to heat the food.
In other places ...
Mr. K was busy looking at the background of the stabber to Clara in his secret room in his study.
Precisely, in Mr.K's office, Mr.K has another hidden room.
"Turns out to be a professional, but if it's a professional, it means that he deliberately doesn't want to kill Clara ... then what's the point immediately?" Mr.K murmured while tapping his finger on the table in front of Mr.K.
Mr. K tried to grab some photos that he suspected to be a suspect in a circle that, for more than six months, terrorized Clara.
"Jackson ... what's his motive ... who is cooperating with him?" Mr.K muttered
When he was still busy with his puzzles, suddenly, Mr. K remembered that at home now was not just him, but there was Clara client.
Mr. K finally decided to go to the kitchen to heat the food he had cooked.
***
Clara is now heating food, but several times Clara grimaced in pain from her wounds that had not been too dry for too long-standing.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
PRANG !!
"You surprised me," Clara said as she was surprised at Mr.K's sudden presence, which finally accidentally knocked the glass near her.
"Ah ... sorry, what are you doing there? Come here," said Mr.K, coding towards her.
"But this? ... I broke it," Clara said, pointing to the broken glass.
"Let me clean it later," said Mr.K
Just as Clara was about to walk towards Mr.K, Clara grimaced again, but she pretended to endure her pain because she didn't want to bother Mr.K any further.
Mr.K quickly approached Clara and carried her away from the broken glass scattered on the floor.
"Remember, you promised me that it would not bother me, so I warned you not to do things that I didn't tell you to understand," said Mr. K coldly with Clara, who was still in her arms.
Clara just nodded her head slowly.
"Sorry ....."
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