Cladyy
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Clarissa opened the room door lazily, she was looking for her laptop now, she wanted to watch a drama.
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Dylan POV
"What else is he doing?" dylan's mind was staring at the television, not knowing why, lately he's been thinking about Clarissa.
"What's the phone?" inner Dylan, he asked himself, he finally took his phone and picked Clarissa's number.
He frowned, usually this Clarissa if called directly to pick him up, this is twice Dylan called but there is no answer at all, he tried to call again.
Call on
Dylan: Where are you going?
???:Ah.. sorry.. earlier I found his phone on the table, maybe the phone is left here.
Dylan: Where is that?
???:In the salon, would you like to take it?
Dylan:Huh? no, I'm in the hospital, can you get me to the hospital?
???:B-b-can, where is your hospital?
Dylan: I sent you the address on Chat.
???:B-okay.
Call off
Dylan furrowed his forehead while staring at his phone.
***
Shortly after that person came, he went into Dylan's room, Dylan had told him through chat.
"Here's the phone" said the man, giving Clarissa's phone.
"Oh yeah, thank you," Dylan said as he picked up Clarissa's phone, the man seemed to be amazed by Dylan.
"Wait what?" dylan asked while looking into the eyes of the man.
"B-can you ask for your number?" ask the guy.
"For?"
"If the one with the phone comes along, I can give you your phone number." said the person.
"Just tell me his name's Dylan, the guy's gonna know it's me."
"Oh your name is Dylan? know me I'm Gita, but. wouldn't it be better if given your phone number?"
"From the beginning I said, just say my name, don't you understand?"
"Ok.., I'm first."
Gita came out of Dylan's room with a smile, she actually recorded Dylan's number when Dylan called Clarissa earlier.
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"Mahh, Clarissa go yes, you go to the hospital!" clarissa shouted from the door.
"Yeah!" reply Kirana.
Clarissa went down the stairs and drove to the hospital.
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"Hi! I'm coming, look what I brought.., noaaaaa," said Clarissa while showing the goods in her hand.
"You looking for your phone?" ask Dylan.
"I-iya." said Clarissa as she put the item she bought on the desk.
"Here," said Dylan, handing Clarissa the phone.
"Huh? where'd you get it from?" ask Clarissa while approaching Dylan.
"Over the story, next time don't be negligent!" dylan's message was firm.
"Okay, thank you, yeah," Clarissa said as she picked up her phone.
When Dylan's phone rang, Clarissa gave him a glance, an unknown number.
"Who?" clarissa asked, but Dylan just kept quiet and didn't answer, he picked up the phone.
"Who?" ask Dylan to the caller.
"I was the one.., later if you're healed..we meet yuk?" answer the caller.
"Stop approaching me, I've got a boyfriend, he's beautiful and kind."
"So? you mean I'm not pretty?"
"Yes, look forward to my boyfriend, my mother, my brother."
"Your boyfriend is me, don't you mean?"
"Crazy? yes, my boyfriend would have misunderstood me" Dylan hung up the phone quickly.
"Who?" ask Clarissa.
"The man who brought your cell phone here."
"Women?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Oh, I just want to drop off this, I've been dropping off. I want to go home, you know," said Clarissa, but her hand was intercepted by Dylan.
"Why do you want to go home soon?" ask Dylan.
"Yes..Maybe you want to talk to her more?" guess Clarissa.
"No, I want to talk more with you" said Dylan, Clarissa blinking her eyes.
"You want to be pa-" Dylan's words were interrupted because someone entered Dylan's room, Heyru.
