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Zara's POV

Since the incident this afternoon, I always scold people who pass in front of me. Including Mom.

"What's wrong with you? You've been angry with me for a while. What's wrong? Is someone bothering you at the office?" asked Mom softly.

"Just ask the flirtatious ghost." I said while going to my room.

Mom was just surprised to see me. Maybe he just realized that his only child is crazy. Yes, maybe.

I threw myself on my beloved bed. I feel so tired all day being angry.

Without realizing it, I fell asleep.

30 minutes later..

Crash.

"Ouch." I groaned.

I woke up when my beautiful dream came. It's always like this.

"Ah, 03:20 AM." I thought to myself. It's still too early to take a shower, but the feeling of heat in my body is very disturbing.

People say, it is said that girls cannot bathe in the early hours of the morning. It is said it would be difficult to find a mate. I don't know, but I just obeyed it. Because I want to get a mate.

Because I couldn't stand the heat in my body, I decided to sit in front of the window, open the window and don't forget to turn on the television. Ahhh, the air is so cool.

You know why I always sit in front of the window like this when it's hot? Because I don't like using AC in the room. Too cold for me. I prefer natural air conditioning.

I accidentally focused towards the front window. Found the window in the flirtatious haunted house not covered by curtains. Apart from that, the light is also on. But wait, isn't he in New York?

Not long after, I saw a pair of men and women almost kissing at the coquettish ghost window. That woman looks so bitch. Matches with Bryan the flirtatious ghost. After they finished making out hot by the window, they released their link. Without realizing it, a flirty ghost looked at me, winked, then closed her bedroom window again. Ahhh shit. Why was I silent earlier? And has my innocent brain been polluted by the free mandarin film earlier?

Ohhh, I hope my brain remains innocent until I get married. I don't want my brain to be polluted because of the flirtatious ghost and her flirtatious boyfriend.

My drowsiness returned again, I decided to close my bedroom window, turn off the television and turn off my bedroom light which I haven't had time to turn off before.

Falling back asleep and falling asleep is better than thinking about a flirtatious ghost.

No no, I'm not thinking of a flirty ghost. Not at all.

"I hate flirtatious ghosts. I hate perverted ghosts. I hate flirty ghosts. I hate perverted ghosts." I said while closing my eyes.

Instantly, I fell back asleep.

***

Zara's POV

"Mrs. Zara, I have a delivery for you." said the receptionist while handing something to me. A fairly large box.

"Thank you. But who is this from?" I asked. There is no sign of the sender's name here.

"I don't know. But maybe the sender's name was in the box." answered the receptionist politely.

I nodded and walked away from him.

***

"Should I just open this mysterious shipment?" I thought when I got to my room.

Without thinking, I immediately opened the mysterious shipment. What's in my brain right now is: curious about its contents. It might just be something from my imaginary boyfriend, Justin Bieber. hihi.

How surprised I was when I found the contents of this box

A dress.

I was amazed by the pattern and color of the dress. Very simple but looks elegant. In addition, because the color is red. I really like the color red. It's so amazing.

"But, who sent this to me? It must be expensive. Well, if I knew who sent this dress, I would thank him and I would do anything for him." I said. Because I've been flipping through the contents of this package, but there's still no sender's name. This makes me even more curious.

"Oh really? You'd do anything for me? Interesting." said someone behind me.

Flirty ghost.

But how long had he been standing there?

"Don't be surprised, I've been here since you opened the package. And I heard that you like it. My choice is very right, isn't it?" he said as he approached me.

So? He? Flirty ghost? But how did he know that I liked red?

"I do not believe your words. Prove if this is your gift." I said.

Yes. He didn't have any proof because the box also didn't have the name of the sender. I'm pretty sure if he's just making it up and admitting other people's gifts in his name. You sneaky one.

"Okay, I'll contact Donna Karan, the designer of this dress." Bryan said while taking the cell phone from his trouser pocket.

What did he say? Donna Karan? But I still don't believe it. Pretending to know him with Donna Karan, a famous fashion designer in New York.

He was contacting someone he said was "Donna Karan". I remained faithful to wait for him because there was no way he would know a high fashion designer like Donna Karan. Impossible.

At the same time, a receptionist who gave me a package earlier came into my room with a woman who I knew was Donna Karan.

What???!!! Donna Karan??

Impossible. Impossible. Must be the flirty ghost paying someone who looks like Donna Karan. There's no way it's Donna Karan. Noooo.

"Hello Mrs. Zara. Nice to meet you." one woman said.

"H-hello. Nice to meet you too." I replied nervously.

She also gave me a business card and said that I could order all the dresses she designed whenever I wanted. Then after that he smiled at me and didn't forget the flirty ghost either. After that I only saw his back away from me and closer to the door of my room.

I still froze where I stood with the business card he gave me earlier. I still can't believe all this.

"Now you believe, don't you?" asked Bryan with a smile.

"Okay, I give up on all your games. I believe you." I said while emphasizing the last sentence I said. I'm tired of him. He always succeeds with his plans.

"That's great. Don't forget to wear that dress tonight. We're going to a private party from my co-workers. Dress pretty like you did when you graduated. I'll pick you up at 7pm. Bye, Zara." Bryan said with a wink. Then he left my room.

He knows my makeup for graduation? How could that be?

After what he did to me yesterday, now he's going to ask me to a private party? Oh come on, I haven't taken revenge on him yet.

Why is it like this? Really, all of this is unfair.

***

Zara's POV

"Ouch, why aren't there heels that match anyway?" I said while shouting a little.

Since then, I've been screaming like someone in a trance. This is because there are no heels that match the dress given by the flirtatious ghost. Yes, I was forced to follow his invitation.

No no, but it's a compulsion.

Knock knock.

I immediately looked towards my bedroom door. No one entered but the door to this room was knocked earlier. If Mom usually she just went straight into my room. But if Dad, he will knock on the door of this room first.

"Ahh, maybe a lizard crossed the door, that's why there was a knock." I muttered.

"Should I break your window with my two hands?" someone asked.

Immediately I was shocked.

"Bryan? But how--"

"I came in through the window. Fortunately your window is not locked. Next time don't be careless, lock your window before sunset." Bryan said while walking towards my bed.

"But it shouldn't be through the window. I still have a bedroom door. And one more thing, men are not allowed to enter this room without Dad and Mom permission. Even without my permission too. So please come out." I told him.

"Your bed is soft. Can I stay the night? No no, maybe a week." he said regardless of what I said earlier.

"Bryan, come on. You can't just walk into this room." I said frustrated.

He got up from my bed. Towards me.

"Don't worry. I've asked your parents for permission, Zara. They are very enthusiastic. Yes, maybe they want to have grandchildren quickly because your Dad always talks about grandchildren when he's with me. Want to make the dough now? Besides, there's only 2 hours of time for a private party again and if we can't attend the event because we're too tired to make it, that's fine." he said casually.

What did he say? Have you asked permission? Easy as that? But how come? And what did he say? Making what???

"Making? Making what?" I asked.

"You weren't listening just now? If you want, let's make the dough now." said Bryan.

"You want cake? At this time of night?" I asked again. I don't understand him.

"Zara, is your brain as innocent as that? But, it makes me even more excited to make the dough right this second." he said as he approached me. Don't forget that mischievous smile of him.

"W-what are you doing. Don't mess around." I said while taking a step back but was blocked by the wall of this room. Unlucky.

He locked my face with his hands. Staring at me fixedly, as if wanting to swallow me whole.

Without thinking, I kicked his future. He was away from me with both hands holding something down there.

"Zara what are you doing? If it wasn't for your parents then we wouldn't be able to make such a handsome and cute dough." Bryan said with a whimper. Is that painful?

"I don't understand what you're saying. Feel that, it's better to stay away from me and don't do things to me." I said.

"Okay. Hurry up and get dressed. I'll go from your room to get ready too. Remember the pretty makeup and don't forget to use the dress I gave you this morning. See you, baby." he said. He immediately went to the window. Again??

"Why not use the door anyway? Or maybe a flirty ghost can't use a door? She's a ghost, right?" I thought while giggling.

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