Pocong In Smartphone
1-1. Prologue: My name is Lisa

(Lisa POV)

I got a queue number to 209? The real one! A final voice could be heard saying, "Pass number B 142, please head for the room" emerging from one of the corridors in this hospital. And now, I decided to sit in the waiting room while waiting for my long queue number to be called. And the current situation in the waiting room was also quite crowded.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what time is it?" asked a man sitting next to me, starting to bring his face closer to me.

Though I was just a few minutes sitting in the waiting chair, someone immediately asked for the clock.

I just kept quiet with a sharp look, because I wasn't too used to chatting with strangers, and this one stranger surprised me. I watched her gaze as if hoping for me, waiting for an answer from me when I had silenced her for almost 10 seconds even though I was also staring at her.

His eyes that originally looked excited, now began to fade with a thin smile that was almost gone on his lips.

"At 7pm." My reply was flat after the Foreigner's face lost its spirit.

"Eh? How know?" He asked back.

I'm silent. I'm an introvert, but again he asks. This time the Stranger looked curious, but he seemed to have almost let go of laughing earlier. I don't know why he almost laughed, and what's so funny?

Oh yes, I forgot that I answered the Stranger without even whining. I didn't open my phone, nor look for a wall clock around here, but I just answered it after we looked at each other for about 10 seconds. Without making such a move, was it strange? Or is he doubting my answer because I don't need the media to know what time it is?

"I'm sorry, my phone's out of battery. That's why I'm asking you, " said the stranger without me asking.

I think he really doubted my answer.

"Oh." My response was short, then took my phone out of my pocket, then turned on the screen. "It! Now hit... 19.01."

I showed my phone screen which a second later changed to 19.01 on my phone screen. The Foreigner's eyes immediately widened in shock, I think his eyes could be dislodged at any time.

"Wait around! Your first answer.. How can it be?? That is, you answered without looking at the clock or cell phone, but your answer is really!" Ask the hysterical stranger.

"You mean..the first answer before I answer with my phone?" I asked back, but this time I tried to be as expressive as it seemed.

"L-yes," She replied, her hysterical tone began to fade.

"I don't know, it's probably just a coincidence." I answered while lifting my shoulders.

"But what was your first answer..?. I'm sure? There's no way dong if it's a coincidence but your face is so sure!" He was again very expressive.

"Maybe it's the inner eye?" I answered one last time, keeping him quiet with a gaping mouth.

He is a unique man. Tumben there are people who still invite me to chat when I have given a sharp look and remain silent for 10 seconds, although he finally remained silent after I said "Inner eye" without joking at the hospital that every second began to quiet.

Turn away from the foreign man who had covered his mouth. Right now, I'm just looking at a queue number that says "B 209".

"Yeah!!" I'm appalled.

"Eh?! Oh my God I'm surprised!! Take a breath first, then exhale...What did you dream of?" He, the considerate stranger, he asked me.

Besides being attentive, he also likes to joke.

I just kept quiet after looking at the foreign man next to me, I looked at him with a flat gaze, then started to look down.

Huuuuffftttt.today I just had a nightmare that looked very real. I don't want to think about it anymore, or even talk to the stranger.

"Just a nightmare." I answered without looking at him.

"Ooohh, that's it. Btw, what time is it? But I want you to answer it while looking at the cell phone," asked the Stranger again. I remember the last time he asked, before I fell asleep.

I sighed for a while, then showed her my phone screen. "Well 10 over 23 minutes!"

He looks a little horrified at me. Am I scary? Or is it because of the hospital? I had forgotten to check my phone to see what time it was, but suddenly a subtle voice whispered to me when the time pointed at 10 and 23 minutes. Maybe that's the reason, because I said the right answer without looking at the phone first.

"You didn't check your phone first, like," she was a little scared as she forced her smile to stay open.

"Sorry, forgot." My response, and then checking the clock on my phone screen, turned out to be 22:24.

"No papa" he said, looking down.

This time it was me who was looking at him, wanting answers from him in the hospital in the late hours of the night. "Why are you still here?"

From 7pm last night, even now, he was still next to me, that foreign man. Isn't that a long time? Moreover, he did not change places once, and still sat next to me in this waiting room. In the waiting room that was originally rather crowded, it was now quiet because it was late at night, but the most awkward thing here was the existence of the Stranger who was still beside me.

"I wasn't always here anyway, I went to the bathroom a little while ago and came back here again" He replied, but the answer sucks. "I'm still here because my queue number is big, so I haven't been called into the room yet."

He smiled at me, looking sincere. Though waiting all this time sometimes boring and make bete, but he can-can remain sincere. His aura is very positive and what it is, an aura that is very good and rarely owned by others. I was amazed by such an aura.

But I still let her go without answering what she said earlier, I just nodded so that she did not feel her answer had been abandoned.

"Oh yes, sorry earlier, but earlier, I saw your phone wallpaper when you pointed at the clock (walpaper lockscreen). That's you, isn't that in the picture? You're a high school boy, huh? If you can contact me, what's your name? If I was, my name is Firza!" He sniffed like a machine-gun and stretched out his hand for a handshake.

I didn't grab his hand for a handshake, not because he was weird, but I was the one who wasn't used to it. "Hmm? My name"

"Pass number B 209, please go to the room." A voice from the corridor stopped our introduction, my queue number has been called.

"I'm sorry, maybe next time. Me first!" I said to our farewell, because it turns out that my queue number was first called from him.