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Clara was sleeping soundly in her room and her phone was ringing continuously.
She starts searching for the phone from her hand without opening the eyes and without looking at the number she picks it up.
"Hello," she answered in the sleepy voice.
"Clara … my child" her father answered hurriedly in a tense voice.
"You. Give it to me " her mother shouted at her father and snatched the phone.
"Hey, she picked my call; so I will talk," her father said and her mother ignored him as always.
"Clara my child, where are you" her mother spoke and put the phone on speaker.
Clara opened her eyes and looked around.
"I am at my house now" she answered in a sleepy voice.
"We called you throughout the night and found that you were harassed by the owner of the bar," her mother said.
"Yeh… but I am fine now" she explained without thinking anything.
