7. Do Ghost Drive A Car

Kanya POV

My legs are fragile after closing my apartment door. I sat limply on the floor, a wry smile adorning my red lips. I wanted to feel tears, but the clear tears did not fall from my eyes.

All that was present was fear bursting into my every vein, and after that, I felt exhausted. I couldn’t continue my writing.

I tried to get up and walk with my limp legs, then headed to the room while making a glance. Hopefully, the ghost has left for the next apartment. Go to the apartment of an arrogant man named Eros. 

“From the face, height, even the name is the same. What kind of coincidence is this?” I slightly shook my head, amazed by coincidence in front of my eyes earlier. Plak! I slapped my cheek lightly, hoping it was all a dream because this coincidence was impossible for me. “It hurts! It’s not a dream at all. Is he a human? How come I don’t believe it, huh?”

Is it all just my prejudice that has gone too far to think of him as a ghost?

I took a glass and poured water into it while returning to look again with a crisp smile and a thin frown on the corner of my eye when I’m arriving in the room. My face must look strange. Let it be so that the ghost was afraid to see me.

“Haha, what do I think?” I wonder through gritted teeth and still feel scared in my room alone. “I have to call Sam.”

The water in the glass was full without me realizing it, and luckily it didn’t spill. I immediately took a sip. My throat felt fresh, but the tiredness was still the same. My eyelids almost closed. Right away, I took the cellphone and calling Sam before I got more sleepy.

Even though I just woke up because meeting Eros made me even more sleepy. I shouldn’t have asleep due to Eros present in this building, and if I have a sleep, then Eros will come back into my dream. 

“Hello, Sam.”

“Kay, what’s wrong?” Samuel Wijaya asked from across the phone.

“Sam,” I repeated, calling Samuel’s name. For a moment, my mind felt confused because I didn’t know why I called Samuel. Why do I suddenly forget like someone who has Alzheimer’s disease? A Kanya Arundhati has Alzheimer’s disease, impossible! I said to myself with disbelief.

“Kay, what’s wrong?”

It hit me when Samuel asked again in a worried tone. 

“Sam, I saw a ghost.”

“Hah?” Samuel seemed surprised. I couldn’t see his expression, but I seemed to imagine that expression of disbelief. There was Samuel’s voice chuckling before the sound of laughter erupted. “Ha ha ha ha.” Keeping the cellphone away from my ear is the best way not to become deaf at Samuel’s laugh.

“Don’t laugh! I’m serious. I suspect that my new neighbor is a ghost.”

“It’s just nonsense, Kay. Most of you write scary genres; your mind is the same as your writing. Haha, haha.” Samuel Wijaya didn’t believe me at all. Wait till I show him Eros’s face. No! Wait till he meets Eros himself. By the way, I gave Samuel the depiction of Eros’s face that I had in my dream a few days ago.

“Enough, don’t laugh! I’m serious. This afternoon we’ll meet for lunch near your office.” I’m serious because this problem is related to my mental. Yes, my mental!

“Okay, okay.” Samuel Wijaya stopped laughing. “Calm down. There no ghosts in the morning, Kay. You better lie down first. I'll see you later, okay?!”

“Okay, Sam, I’ll hang up.”

Huh! I turn off the phone call with a deep breath. My eyelids fell, and all I saw was a deep black nuance.

“Eros ....”

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Two hours I fell asleep until lunchtime has come. In a hurry to prepare the clothes that I have to wear then took a casual dress from my wardrobe, but before that, it looks like I have to shower again for the third time. I couldn’t walk away smelling of fearful sweat earlier.

I looked back at when I fell asleep just now while preparing the water in the bath. There are absolutely no dreams in my sleep. Everyone has a nightmare in their sleep, right? But this time when I fell asleep so soundly, I couldn’t remember whether I dreamed or not. I would have placed even the slightest detail of my dream before. Strange! Why do I have to question such a delusion when people out there struggle with their work, and here I am instead of struggling with my slept dream.

If other people had found out, I would have been labeled a lunatic, and they would recommend various psychiatrists to me. It’s tiring to have to live this way.

A few moments later, I have prepared myself casual clothes I will wear. Of course, I put a little makeup on my face, yet I don’t need lipstick because I have naturally red lips from birth that I can be proud of me.

“Hope that I wouldn’t meet the ghost named Eros’s because I will be scared like earlier.” I cringe at the mere thought of meeting Eros in the real world for the second time. However, it cannot be denied that at this time, he is my neighbor. It’s impossible not to see him again. Shooking my head weakly because of my unfortunate fate. “How sad!”

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“Why do online taxis take so long? Traffic jams? Flat tires? Or are them going out on the street?” I feel annoyed right now because lunchtime is 15 minutes away, and it takes me more than 15 minutes to arrive at the restaurant near Samuel Wijaya’s office.

“The weather is hot today!” I keep complaining as usual. Yes, that’s how I can’t wait for too long. Of course, because my time was entirely wasted. It has been 10 minutes since I was standing under the hot sun waiting for the online taxi I ordered. 

A black car is passing beside me. It seemed that the car belonged to one of my neighbors. If I also have a car, then I no longer need to wait for an online taxi.

The car sped past me, yet a moment later, it backed away and stopped right in front of me. The windshield slowly lowered, my eyes suddenly couldn’t blink seeing the driver.

“Miss ghosts early in the morning. What are you doing here?”

The man with a soft voice in a black coat in the car is none other than Eros — my new neighbor.

I Swallowed my saliva deeply as I couldn’t utter a word. I was not as daring as this morning when I touched that man's hand. To see him in from of me right away made me fear.

My heart is beating fast. “Eros ....” I whispered.

“Still thinking of me like a ghost? You’re insane.” Eros raised the corner of his left lip.

Did he smile? Eros?

“All right, I asked, do ghost drive a car?”

I shook my head. Which super-smart ghost can drive a sports car?

“Then I’m not a ghost. I’ll take you.”

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