Chapter: 2

Just if the man wasn't a ghost.

Tania would be delighted to meet him and let him follow her down to the aisle.

Tall, handsome, just really fit the type that Tania likes, there was no man as handsome as the ghost at Tania's school.

Even the seniors who were popular at school were less handsome. Not to mention the voice he had was heavy and deep, a bit hoarse, just great.

It could be said that God gave another answer because the ghost still followed Tania casually to the exhibition building, "You like books?"

Tania sighed and nodded, at least she wasn't alone walking around in the big book bazaar.

Curse them who claimed to be friends but were always gone when she invited them for a walk.

The ghost still stubbornly followed her into the bazaar building, let it be, just enjoying being able to walk with a handsome man even though unfortunately she couldn't take a selfie and update it to Tania's snap.

The man nodded and walked beside Tania.

Judging by his ability to open books and touch objects around him, Tania believed that the ghost was old enough or had a lot of energy to touch things and move them easily.

It wasn't easy for a common ghost to touch mortal things.

"Your name is Tania right?"

Tania jumped in surprise when the man said her name.

Her face looked shocked as her eyes followed the man's index finger, pointing to Tania's cellphone.

"It's written on your cell phone case," the man chuckled with an annoying smile, aware of Tania's surprise.

Grumbling in annoyance, Tania put her cellphone in her bag. After this, she would think twice about making a cellphone case with her name displayed there.

"Yes, nice to meet you," she said.

If he wants to be friends, let it happen. So be it.

It could be possible that he was still in this world because he wanted friends during his lifetime.

After all, Tania was not the type of woman who can continue to act annoyed.

"Henry," said the man while extending his right hand, which was strangely welcomed by Tania.

Thank God the bazaar was quiet and Tania was alone in the bookshelf. There was only the cashier who focused on his smartphone screen at the table near the exit.

She didn't need to accept other people's confused looks because she seemed to be shaking hands with empty air, she had often been mistaken as a nut person before.

"Where are you from?" Tania asked curiously.

"Curious? Even though you were so desperate for me to go away," Henry chuckled.

Tania looked annoyed and turned away, the tips of her ears turned a little red, she decided to walk first leaving Henry behind.

"As far as I remember, I don't know where I'm from," Henry replied with a hint of sadness in his voice.

He was walking next to Tania, reaching for the banners of the SALE word.

As one of the people who were considered to be short, Tania felt jealous of Henry's long hands and feet.

No memories?

It sounded strange to Tania's ears.

Could it be Henry was lying to her?

A ghost with no past memories?

"You don't remember?"

Tania stopped at a corner and picked up a book by Andrea Hirata, her favourite author. Henry cleared his throat, humming as a sign that what Tania heard was not wrong.

"Yeah, no idea at all," continued Henry who looked down curiously at the book, "Ayah? Is that book a good one to read? "

"I have one at home,"

you can try to read it later, Tania almost said.

"Just so you know, Andrea Hirata's works are all cool, and-" before the chatter was over, Henry had disappeared from Tania's side.

The woman gaped in confusion, looking here and there for her new friend who suddenly vanished into thin air.

Tania went from one bookshelf to another, strolling around for a while until she found her new friend.

Henry's sturdy figure was seen after Tania passed the fifth bookshelf from where she was standing.

"Henry?" she called softly, seeing the man being silent in front of the big television screen in the middle of the bazaar room.

She didn't know since when the hood of his hoodie had covered his black hair again. Luckily he was the only one wearing clothes like that in this bazaar so it was easy to find him.

Tania preferred Henry without a hood, letting his face be seen clearly without the veil covering almost half of his face.

When Tania arrived next to him, the expression on the young man's face was sad again like the expression when they had just met.

As if the other man lost the cause of his life, even when he was dead.

Henry's face looked grim, his eyes were focused on the screen.

Tania almost thought the young man was not blinking, "what's wrong?" asked Tania, looking at the screen.

The face of one of the famous businessmen on the screen, interviewed by a well-known presenter.

The presenter gave a big smile as if she intended to show her pretty teeth, resembling a pure white freshly painted wall. It was her best smile rehearsed in the mirror for hours.

Nathanael McGarry, a well-known businessman who not only owns a super successful property and Electronic business but has also started to dominate the culinary field in various countries. One of the key holders of the world's economy, owning many other companies, Tania didn't memorize them all.

A man whose private life was quite closed, reportedly he had two children and one wife. His life was said to be very harmonious and he would soon divide the business fairly for his two children.

He was also a businessman who is known for his good looks and very generous nature. If you look at Henry quite similar to Nathan, but impossible.

If Nathan's son was dead the whole country would know the news.

"No, just wondering who he is," Henry stepped away from the screen, he walked away from Tania.

Tania briefly saw Henry's jaw tightening as Nathan smiled, discussing the development of the world economy from the middle-aged man's point of view.

Tania cleared her throat quietly, choosing to ignore the curiosity that welled up within her and followed the taller boy.

The black-haired girl continued her book hunting activities which lasted for another three hours.

Henry could only sit in the corner or follow Tania shopping until he felt his legs hurt, he couldn't feel sore.

The woman was strange for the ghost.

It was the first time since becoming an in-between creature, he was a creature who didn't have a place in either the world or the afterlife.

He didn't know which realm to be in and he had lived his undead life for a while.

Henry never saw a human with such a comfortable and warm aura surrounding her.

Not to mention that she seemed so radiant. Henry felt he could find the answer to a question he didn't know, something he had been searching for.

He was sure he could find it if he kept following her.

The brown-haired man also felt something was pulling him to keep him following the little girl.

He had felt a tug on his pinky finger the first time he saw Tania.

While waiting, Henry remembered the middle-aged man on the bazaar television screen.

The man's voice caught Henry's attention first.

A strange tingling feeling mixed with anger came out of nowhere, causing Henry to follow and look for the source of the sound, which turned out to be from the tv speakers.

Nathanael McGarry, the name left a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

"Oi," Henry turned and saw Tania carrying three, no, four bags full of books while walking towards him.

If he could help; honestly he would help, but seeing four floating bags wasn't a good thing for the public eye.

Tania put the bag on the floor, making a pretty loud sound when it touched the wooden floor of the bazaar room.

"So you still stubbornly want to follow me?" asked Tania who took out a Tosca coloured water bottle.

Cute, Henry thought inside his head.

He was starting to like the point of view, he needed to look down to meet this woman face to face.

Tania was petite, small and a little short compared to him.

If only he could feel pain, his neck would have been sore. That was a secret Henry would keep though, he didn't want to risk by pissing the girl again if he wanted to follow her.

Tania seemed to be aware of thoughts.

Henry's smile, the young man wore an annoying smile.

She felt a vein pop on her forehead, she kicked Henry's leg. Hard.

Adding another unique thing, making Henry hiss in pain. So this woman could also touch ghosts and even injure them.

Henry could only stroke his knee and watched Tania's hair flowing down her shoulders, parting here and there as the girl walked fast while grumbling curses you all, tall people!