You Saw Me?!
A disturbing feeling

Eps. 44

"Why Clara?" ask Lisya.

"Are you uncomfortable?" reyhan asked along with the question Lisya had asked.

"Oh no, it's not. It's just…." Clara did not continue her sentence.

Clara was hesitant about whether she should tell the two people in front of her or not, whereas the two of them seemed to have no objection to it.

After the misunderstandings were over and Reyhan's treatment turned 180 degrees on Clara, things also changed. Initially, this straight-haired woman only got a dislike look from fans or women who liked Reyhan.

However, gradually they were like terrorizing Clara subtly. Not just a ghost, the human that Reyhan rejected was sometimes blatantly scorned or talked about Clara. Not only that, there were also those who accidentally hit Clara's shoulder while they were passing.

No apologies, no guilt. They only smiled cynically with a look of disdain. Reyhan is handsome, but not everyone who is handsome should be liked by women. Don't they know Clara doesn't like their Reyhan?

"Well, forget it" said Clara flicking her hand in front of Clara and Lisya. "Well, by the way, how do you communicate?" ask Clara again.

"As you can see, Li-she wrote it in this note, and I also replied to her in this note as well" Reyhan explained.

"Hm... " Clara shakes her head looking thoughtful. "Is it no storm?"

Reyhan pressed his shoulders short. "You know what else, if I answer it directly. I'd be impressed to talk to myself."

"Aren't you trying to use voice chat? Let her write it but you reply via voice chat, so people will think you're chatting with someone" explains Clara a little long.

The two people in front of him were silent for a while but after that they seemed to be aware at the same time.

"Yes too!"

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It turned out that the advice Clara gave was quite effective. After using the voice sent on his own number, communication is both faster than writing.

It was warm at night in Reyhan's house. This little family is having dinner together. After finishing his meal, Reyhan grabbed the teacup then sipped it briefly. He frowned, staring at the cup in amazement. The taste of this tea is bitter.

As he was about to grab the small sugar bottle in front of him, it shifted until Reyhan could not reach it.

UHUK

The sound of people choking. Not Reyhan but his papa. Reyhan was already convinced that it was Lisya who was sliding the bottle. Because her lover often reminded Reyhan to reduce sweetness so that his health is maintained.

"Pa's drinking pants" asked Helena, who was patting her husband's back gently.

"So the bottle moves itself right? Did you see Rey? The bottle moved when you were about to take it, didn't it?" zaky asked with a little panic.

"Heem??" reyhan asked with his innocent face, pretending not to know. "Where the bottle might move on its own, Papa must have seen it wrong," Reyhan said then sipped his tea again.

Once again, Reyhan kept the white cup from his mouth forgetting that the tea was still bitter, he put it on the table and put sugar into it.

"I really saw it," Zaky argued not to lose.

"I just nudged him a little bit earlier" Reyhan said.

"really?" zaky asked, hesitating.

"Darling, it's already. Maybe you're too tired. Drink the tea first," said Helena.

Zaky who finally resigned to feel himself right to see wrong. "Uugh the tea is so bitter," grumbled Zaky.

"I deliberately cut down on the sugar. It's not good to have too much sugar" Helena said in self-defense.

"Yes, but this is too bitter Ma" said Zaky.

"What cooking?" Helena started to sip it short. And sure enough, he immediately frowned with a wry face. "God. Yes yes add sugar but not much," he asked.

Usually Lisya always agrees with Mama. Is that why you shifted the bottle, Lisya?

Finished with his meal, Reyhan returned to his room. Not immediately asleep, he sat himself on a mattress carrying a pen and paper.

"Darling, why are you doing it in front of my Papa?" asked Reyhan gently.

Reyhan stared at the pen that was now moving by itself writing an answer.

'I didn't know that your Papa would see it, I didn't want you to drink tea too sweet."

"I thought so" said Reyhan, chuckling.

In the closed room, he was free to read the writing and answer it right then and there. But if outside, Reyhan is not possible to do it, it could be that everyone will be afraid to see it. Except one guy. Clara.

Why do I remember it now. If only I had the ability Clara had.

'Why 'Boy? What are you thinking?' tanya Lisya wrote back on the paper.

After a small snort, Reyhan smiled. "There's no Lisya, I just remembered a daily repeat of a few more days."

Not reply. Lisya looked at the man who looked unfocused before her. Indeed, their conversation was smoother wherever they were at the moment, but there was something inside Reyhan that bothered Lisya a lot.

"I've known you for a long time, daily repetitions are not a problem for you. Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?" ask Lisya. He didn't write it, this long-haired girl just monologued to herself.

Reyhan seemed to always try to cheer up in front of her, but Lisya knew when Reyhan was hiding something. They've known each other for too long to lie to each other.

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"She?"

Clara stood in front of her bike, finding Lisya who had been standing before her with a gloomy face. He took his phone, pretended to pick up the call there.

"Hey, tumben met me this early. Where's Reyhan?"

Lisya smiled weakly not answering. He got tired and started to open his voice.

"He's in his class. I asked her for permission but she didn't know I was seeing you" Lisya said.

"Can I talk to you alone?" ask again.

Clara was silent not answering, but only for a few seconds. After that, he nodded doubtfully.

As if nostalgic, Clara who was calmly sipping her tea was casually swinging her legs. The two of them sat on a park bench during the school break.

Not asking, Clara seemed to not mind just staying silent from now on. He waited patiently for when Lisya would make a sound. The face of this beautiful ghost looked gloomy, not as cheerful as usual. Didn't he say his communication was getting better with Reyhan?

It had been ten minutes Lisya lowered her head staring at the wind-blown grass. As if he understood, Clara did not protest much.

"Don't be too much sweet, not good for health" Lisya said flatly.

"After being quiet for a long time, is that what you're saying?" cycad Clara. "You pay attention to me once," he added.

Lisya just chuckled a little. It seemed like just yesterday he was talking to Clara. It feels different, speaking two ways is more fun than writing.

"Ah... Clara... What is my right decision to stay here a little longer?"