Mr.K is still busy making pasta for himself and Clara's dinner, while Clara is busy watching Mr.K cooking.
"Is there anything I can help?" asked Clara.
Mr. K seemed to think for a moment, but after he looked around what he was working on, Mr.K felt that there was nothing to do because for Mr.K he could handle everything.
"It's like nothing. You just sit quietly ..., Oh, I know! I think you can help me to prepare a plate for us," said Mr.K at last.
Clara immediately got up from her seat and looked for plates in the plate cupboard.
After that, Clara immediately arranged the plates and put the cutlery beside the plate.
Finally, the food that Mr. K cooked was finished and put the pasta on the plate that Clara had prepared beforehand.
Clara's eye's sparkled at the sight of the pasta that had now been placed on her plate; at once, the hunger that had disappeared had returned.
She was too hungry to see the pasta that was now being served by Mr.K.
"Let's eat," Mr.K exclaimed when he sat back down to finish preparing the pasta.
Clara smiled as she nodded slowly.
Without further ado, Clara immediately ate the pasta with enthusiasm.
"How does it suit your taste?"
Clara looked at Mr.K, and her eyes seemed to talk to Mr.K that she liked the paste.
'Beautiful'
Mr. K sip his saliva with his gaze still fixed on Clara.
Clara finally realized with Mr. K's gaze, who had been staring at her.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that."
Thump
'You ... idiot,' muttered Mr.K in his mind.
"Ah ... no, I just did not think you were so excited to eat my pasta," said Mr. K covering the real reason
Clara just chuckled.
"Aaah, it's because I'm starving.... like before I slept too long."
Mr. K could only nod his head at Clara's answer.
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After finishing dinner, the two chose to sit on the sofa first, rather than their respective rooms.
Mr. K looked weighing, should he ask Clara about the previous stalker or not.
With his heart, finally, Mr.K tried to ask Clara about the stalker.
"Clara can I ask you?" asked Mr.K
"Hey ... what's wrong? What do you want to ask me?"
"Can you tell me ...."
Mr. K seemed to pause his sentence first, to see how Clara's face was at this time, who was waiting for Clara's word to continue.
"How did you identify the stalker?"
Clara lower her head and sighed slowly.
"The stalker has been around for a year," Clara whispered in a low voice.
Mr. K looks confused, frowning.
"Wait .... you mean before there were terrorists lately??" asked Mr.K, convincing the meaning of what Clara said.
"Yes," Clara replied shortly.
"When did you see him for the first time?"
"The first time?" asked Clara as if repeating Mr.K's question.
Mr. K just nodded his head.
"I forgot a little ..." said Clara, biting her nails small.
"Ah, I remember that time when my brother was appointed CEO of the company to replace my father," shouted Clara in the end.
Mr. K seemed to raise one eyebrow.
'What does it mean? Who exactly is that middle-aged man? and why follow Clara?' Mr.K monologue in his mind.
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