22 Stalker (2)

Because of Mr. K's curiosity, he returned to check the CCTV, where they first met at the cafe.

Mr. K paid close attention to the people around Clara, both those who were near and those who were far away from Clara.

After taking approximately 45 minutes, Mr.K found a point of enlightenment.

"Ah, it turns out that the old man is hiding here," murmured Mr. K when he saw the middle-aged man sitting in the corner looking straight at Clara, wearing glasses and a hat that partially closed his eyes.

Although the full face of the middle-aged man is not very clear, Mr. K believes that it is indeed the man, is a middle-aged man who Clara suspected as a stalker.

"I have to find out that middle-aged man," Mr. K muttered to himself and then sent someone a picture of the middle-aged man.

After sending him, Mr.K seemed to analyze briefly about the middle-aged man's stature because, according to Mr.K, the clothes he used were not just anyone.

...

Mr.K stepped slowly into the kitchen to make latte coffee so he could accompany him tonight, while Clara just woke up from sleep and immediately spent her time in the bathroom.

After finishing making his latte, he immediately sat on the sofa while turning on the tv to calm his mind for a moment from the puzzle thoughts that were still spinning in his brain.

Once in a while, Mr.K changes the ongoing tv channel.

Since none of the tv channels approximate his taste, Mr. K lay down on the sofa to comfort himself, and took another sip of his latte, before finally, his cellphone rang again.

Mr. K immediately picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Hello, have you got any info?"

"I was tracing it further, and clarifying the image you sent, but ..."

Mr. K seemed to be waiting for the hanging sentence.

"Looks like he's an important person, sir ... exactly who is this person? Why do you want me to investigate?"

"You don't need to know the reason, but I already suspected that he was not careless, the clothes he wore stood out, even though the clothes he was wearing were predominantly dark in color."

"Okay, I understand, sir."

"Fou—"

Meanwhile, Mr.K wanted to continue his sentence, He caught Clara, who was walking closer to him.

After that, Mr. K was doing forced to end his conversation with the young man who became Mr.K's "right hand" to seek information.

"Am I bothering you?" said Clara when she saw Mr.K, who looked a little in a hurry to finish his conversation.

"No," answered Mr.K lied.

Mr. K didn't want to talk about the scout in front of Clara, considering that Clara seemed to be a little traumatized or something to that scout.

"Mmm ... Mr.K ... I'm hungry," Clara said suddenly.

"Oh... I almost forgot, okay, I'll make food first," said Mr. K as he headed for the kitchen.

"You like pasta?" continued asked Mr.K, who was still walking towards the kitchen.

Clara just nodded her head softly.

"Okay, I'll make it for you?" said Mr. K sincerely, giving a smile to Clara.

For some reason, Clara's face blushed when she saw Mr. K's smile that seemed "cute" to her.

'What's wrong with me? Why am I like this?" Clara monologue, patting her cheek lightly.

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