You Saw Me?!
The over-sympathy

Eps. 14

Things got a little rowdy after the glass breaking event in class twelve IPA 1. Some students stayed away from the door to avoid shards of shard, while others tried to look at the scene, making sure anyone was hurt or not.

“What's up?” reyhan asked curiously, he started to stand up from his seat.

“What exactly is it?”

“You saw it? The door closes itself.”

“What is possible wind?”

“No idea.”

“I'm surprised.”

Discussion of the incident began to fill Reyhan's hearing.

Some people crowded near the door, making Reyhan a little difficult to see the situation. Some of the fallen disciples started to stand up and help each other.

“Are you okay?” asked a short-haired woman, slightly bowing to look at Clara who was sitting on the floor.

“Iya, I'm fine,” replied Clara. Clara had not really focused, she was still a little surprised after the incident.

“No, I mean the wound on your hand. Are you okay?” ask this woman again.

For a moment, Clara fell silent and turned her eyes on both of her arms. He was surprised to see his arm bleed quite a lot as a result of a scrape.

“What is this?” asked Mr. Bambang, the BK teacher who had just come looked hasty.

He looked surprised to see the glass door that had been shattered with glass fragments that had been smashed into pieces.

“So there was a strong wind sir, the door was closed very hard, so the glass broke,” obviously the woman who spoke with Clara earlier.

“Hey, let's grab a broom,” said a man in Reyhan's class.

This man seemed to be organizing everything, and was followed well by the others. Maybe he's the head of his class.

“You clean the little shard, search all the way to the inside, I'll take a big shard,” exclaimed the man earlier. 

“Do not! clean everything with a broom, your hands can be injured,” prevent Mr. Bambang.

“Oh, ready sir,” replied the big tall man.

Afterwards, Bambang turned his attention to Clara's bloody arm and asked, “Are you okay?” The one asked only a short nod.

“Please take him to UKS,” tell Pak Bambang to the woman next to Clara. Immediately two women beside Clara took her to the UKS.

“Did anyone get hurt again?” ask Mr. Bambang.

“There was a sir, but only a small wound,” exclaimed another disciple pointing to his two male friends who had minor injuries.

“All the injured brought to UKS, although small injuries,” said Mr. Bambang absolute.

“Ready pack!”

While everyone was busy cleaning the broken glass, Lisya was silent staring at what she had done, not long after, she went missing afterwards.

.

.

.

“Auu! Perih,” complained Clara when Ely UKS mother applied betadine on her wound.

Clara's face continued to grimace, she unconsciously bit her lower lip. Every now and then he peeked, seeing what Ely was doing to his hand. 

“Hold a little. The wound is not deep, but long enough, so it is better to cover with gauze so as not to be exposed to dust. Fortunately there is no glass stuck,” said Bu Ely.

Not responding to the mother's comments, Clara grimaced again with the pain of the wound on her hand when Ms. Ely began to apply a medicated cream on Clara's hand.

“Is it just the three of you that got hurt?” bu Ely asked the two male disciples who had already attached wound plaster on their respective bodies.

Their injuries were not so serious, there were only a few blisters on their hands.

“Iya Bu.”

“Are you guys done?” ask Miss Ely again.

“Already ma'am,” answered both in unison.

“Good Ma'am, we'll excuse you,” say goodbye to both students, Reyhan's classmates.

After the two disciples had disappeared behind the door, Bu Ely again continued to dress the wounds on both arms of Clara.

“Can you tell me how it really happened? Mother was a little in disbelief, there was a wind so strong that it broke the door glass,” pinta Bu Ely, with a suspicious tone.

“I also don't know Mom, I only pass when the wind suddenly blows so hard,” said Clara a little stiff. Clara couldn't possibly tell the truth that it was Lisya.

“Hmm... is that so?” bu Ely asked, looking at Clara, in disbelief.

“Good. Are you all right? Are there any other injuries besides your arm?” ask Miss Ely again.

Clara nodded weakly. “No Ma'am, it's just that my head feels a little heavy,” confided Clara.

Miss Ely nodded. “That's because you're surprised. Take a break and drink this medicine,” said Bu Ely gave the medicine to Clara. He had finished wrapping Clara's hands together.

Clara reached out her hand to receive the medicine that Bu Ely had given her and thanked her afterwards.

Bu Ely nodded briefly, “Sama-sama. It's a painkiller, to reduce the pain in your wound. Now rest. If it's better, just returned to your class,” orders Bu Ely who then moved to clean up the remaining waste used to clean Clara's wounds.

“Good.”

After taking a sip of the medicine given to her, Clara walked towards the nearest bed to rest. It was good to calm his heart for a moment.

Clara closed the curtains and started to climb into the bed. He still heard Bu Ely muttering about the strange incident today. Clara smiled wryly, there was no way she would say that it was a ghost. Where could Miss Ely believe it. 

Clara tried to close her eyes with her body lying down. A few minutes later, he turned his sleeping position to his left.

Despite trying to fall asleep, Clara's brain was still thinking about the incident in front of Reyhan's class. Is it really Lisya who did it? If not who else? There could be no wind that could make the door close like that except with the power of Lisya.

And that incident only happened in Reyhan's class, if there really was such a strong wind, it should have all the classes in the row would have experienced something similar.

Clara turned her body around trying to sleep, but she was still awake. Exasperated at not falling asleep, Clara opened her eyes. He was shocked to see someone standing in front of him.

“Aaargh!” clara reflex.

There was a sound of feet approaching the bed, then opened the curtains in haste, revealing Ely's mother who looked worried. “What's up?” 

Clara pulled her body to sit down.  “Ah... um.. I accidentally pressed my arm bu, it hurt so much, it hurt so much,” said Clara a little awkwardly and tried to pull her lips to smile even though her heart was beating so fast in surprise.

“I think something happened,” said Bu Ely. He let out a heavy sigh and left Clara after closing the curtain.

“Sorry,” muttered Clara, just before Bu Ely left.

Clara sighed softly, not knowing what to say to the woman standing beside her. He glanced at Lisya with the corner of his eyes for only a few seconds. Once again, Clara sighed softly because the atmosphere was too awkward.

Silence, no conversation at all. Lisya just stood beside the bed while Clara tried to stare in another direction, other than towards Lisya.

“What's up?” clara's voice broke the silence.

He tried to adjust the volume of his voice so as not to be heard by Ely's mother who was a little away from the bed where Clara was lying.

Clara's fear of seeing Lisya because of the events in her home, just vanished so remembering how Lisya went through her life with difficulty.

He knew that this beautiful ghost was not an evil ghost.

Lisya was still speechless staring at the bandages in Clara's hands. “What are you doing in front of Reyhan's class?” lisya asked now looking at Clara not like it. Lisya's tone also became flatter, not as usual.

Hearing that question, Clara gasped slightly. He just wanted to make sure Lisya was still in this school or not, accidentally lingering in front of their class because he saw Lisya who looked so sad.

Sometimes she saw Lisya talking to herself like a wasted person.

“I just accidentally passed by,” replied Clara in an ordinary tone.

“Oh... I saw you standing there long enough. For what?” urged Lisya, not to believe it.

Clara just kept quiet, looked at Lisya without any meaningful expression, then lay on her back to Lisya. "It's none of your business, I want to sleep. Go."

Lisya looked at Clara's back which was already covered in a blanket. The one being stared at as if reluctant to turn around.

“Are you looking for me?” ask Lisya. Her tone now sounded ordinary, as if she was a little hopeful for Clara.

Clara was indeed feeling sorry to hear the heartbreaking story that Lisya experienced, at least a little bit she understood what this ghost might convey to her lover.

Although in fact this is not his business and does not need to interfere in complicated matters later on. Clara was well aware she didn't need to be overly sympathetic.

Clara closed her eyes tightly, then replied, “No."