My Sweet Stalker's
7. Mother's Nagging

“Omo omo! hurry up you'll kiss her, right? Like the Korean commentator, Clara mimicked the Korean way of talking that she often watched her drama over and over again, Clara stared straight at her Laptop as she watched Drama. His legs straight outstretched and placed on the table in front of the sofa, he leaned comfortably. Put a pillow on the thigh and then a laptop on the pillow, his style is now exactly the class of unemployed snapper.

“Omoooo! So sweet once, wahhh if only there was a man like that” muttered Clara widened her eyes when she saw the kissing scene of the drama she watched. Her mother who was packing lunch just shook her head looking at Clara like that every day. Like a crazy person who speaks himself even mutters himself, sometimes laughs, sometimes cries if there is a sad scene when it's a drama that he has repeatedly watched and repeated, repeated, but still the expression of the girl remained the same every time watching the drama.

“Stop daydreaming! You better find a job there, your time has run out watching drama” Her mother nags at length, typical mother mother who is scolding her son, Clara like not wanting to respond to him even noisily with the next scene, Clara said, it is useless to respond because it will end in a mother and child quarrel.

Unable to see the behavior of his daughter like that, his mother immediately walked towards Clara snatch the laptop from Clara's lap.

“Bun~ mother!”  clara protested by whining she stood up from her seat and tried to seize the laptop that had been closed by her mother.

“When did you watch the drama ? since waking up you just watch the drama, mbok ya help mom cook or clean clean, this is just watching all day, you are old how much? Want until when like this” his mother's nagging at length, who is used to being omeli by his mother like this?

“No! When you go to the market, I clean everything, wash dishes, sweep, clean your room and also dry clothes! I washed all your dirty clothes mom and brother! Quickly give my laptop” Clara whines, her mother does not give it easily, but it is usually the mother's mother does not see that her son is working but rather see that her son is relaxing, relaxing, a lot of these who do not ngokguk feel related to what is in natural clara.

“Limit your watch time, do something useful” his mother scolds once again.

“Emang why the hell I didn't do something criminal why mom nagging aaaah fast mother~ I want to see my Nam Joohyuk! Mommy pleaseee!” His mother shook his head he opened Clara's laptop and saw the screen that showed a picture of a young and handsome Korean actor, mending that the spectacle of this girl is a spectacle of Indonesian film is still a bit mending, but why should korea, the standard of men so very high since watching Korean dramas, and china.

“Yes! at your age now you're doing this, you better find a girlfriend and get married there if you don't want to find another job! Make this mother a grandchild!” His mother began to raise the volume of his voice, exactly mother mother if you are fed up with the behavior of her child.

“I've got a girlfriend!” Clara did not want to lose her voice.

“who's who you never see?”

“That, you see it” Clara said with a big smile pointing at Nam Joohyuk's picture on her laptop.

“Crazy basics!!! Comehere you! Come!” Her mother could not stand it anymore, she put the laptop down and chased Clara who ran into her room avoiding a blow from her mother, look always like this if Clara responds to her mother's always the same words.

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Clara leaned against the closed city bus window. He took his mother's lunch box. As if he did not want to see Clara just watch the drama, his mother accidentally told Clara to deliver lunch to the office where Bagaskara worked.

“Pffffftt” Repeatedly Clara sighed and puffed her cheeks. He did deliberately take the city bus rather than gojek or other public transportation, because in addition to more comfortable, taking the city bus is more cost-effective. That afternoon the City Bus wasn't very full, it seemed like people were busy working. There's only a few inside. Clara looked out at the Jakarta street from the bus window. Slowly the bus stopped after the red light. Next to the bus a black car with an open roof stopped. His owner was a man who looked handsome from a distance, clearly people could see his face it. Clara looked towards the car that stopped beside the bus.

“Wah Handsome her—“ Suddenly her eyes rounded, Clara approached towards the window she shifted the bus window to make her vision clearer.

“Isn't that?” The red light had ended all the vehicles back on the road, yet Clara had time to observe her Face The car had gone faster and walked far in front of her, making Clara feel a little disappointed.

“Apaan it's just my feeling maybe, ahgghhhh somehow Clara” back shut that window because the air that entered was so cold because it was raining. He sighed again, lately every time he went out of the house not infrequently he saw a figure that was always present in his shadow. Either reality or hallucinations, but clearly Clara sees her, seeing the man who always disrupts the performance of clara's brain.

He turned his eyes straight ahead, staring at the entrance of the bus. The girl began to ponder.

“Hai” clara's eyes re-open and perfectly rounded when she saw that handsome face in front of her, the girl closed her eyes and rubbed her several times, she said, then look again at the face that had appeared but unfortunately it all disappeared, like what he said, the shadow always appeared every time he daydreamed or kept silent, like a ghost that he could not get rid of, coming and going as he pleased like a hornet.

Clara tried to look at the person on the bus, in her heart a little bit hoping that the man was nearby and that was not imaginary.

“huh” a long breath of clara was heard again because it was conscious, which was a delusion. ‘Tadi also must be a delusion, where maybe it was him who was in the car it’ murmured clara in the heart.

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