"REVENGEANCE" The Powerful Wife of the Lord

Fear of the Dark

The woman shivered in fear and curled up in a roll of blankets. The weather outside made the 25-year-old woman reluctant to leave her mattress and blanket. Rumblings snatched each other, heavy rain and strong winds caused a combination of creepy sounds between the silence of the night.

Serra cursed the heavy rain that fell tonight. Plus lightning and power outages made his fear multiply. Serra is a woman who is not afraid of anything, except lightning and dark which are her weaknesses.

He has bad memories of the dark. When I was 9 years old. Serra was once locked in a very dark wardrobe for a full night by her mother and father, then Sarah told me about a ghost that likes to appear when dark, and then Sarah, and from that moment on he became afraid of the dark.

"Lucas" the beautiful woman whispered softly to herself.

He didn't want to be alone, he needed someone to accompany him. Yeah, Lucas. The first name that was triggered in his mind, but the problem is that he is currently not at home. Lucas left this afternoon and hasn't come back until now.

Serra ventured to leave her safe zone. Get up from the bed and walk carefully in the darkness of the room to the door. He can go to one of the servants in this Mansion, they must have you accompany him until Lucas returns.

The dark atmosphere greeted Serra when she first came out of the room. Her husband's large mansion feels very creepy at night. There are no lights that illuminate every inch of the room. So, he can only rely on the light of lightning that appears alternately as the storm gets worse out there. Relying on dim light as its guide.

Serra began to move her legs with a doubtful swing while hugging herself, trying to ward off the skin-piercing cold and also the fear that dominated her. Her slender body was only wrapped in a thin nightgown.

The rumbling out there was growing crazier, making Serra's steps swing even faster, almost running small towards the whitewashed door that was visible among the dim rays of lightning. The woman's hazel bead was delighted in her final steps before facing directly against the door of the room occupied by the servants.

"Serra, what are you doing there?" The woman turned her head quickly towards the source of the voice, looking at the husband who was standing a few meters in front of her.

"Lucas" Serra exclaimed and ran and ran into the man's arms. Making Lucas fixated by that sudden hug. "Hiks, why did you just come home? I'm.very scared," she said.

Lucas felt Serra's trembling back, her body breaking out in cold sweat. Then Lucas wrapped his hands around the fragile-looking body. His chin was leaning against Serra's brown head.

"Calm down, I'm here. Don't be afraid again, everything will be fine. Relax, it's okay." Lucas tries to calm Serra down and convince her that everything will be fine.

Serra was beginning to calm down. Lucas let go of his embrace. He blamed the flashlight on his phone. Lucas took off his suit and slid down on Serra's shivering body.

"Let's go back to the room." He hugged Serra, the two then returned to their room on the second floor.

The electricity that had been blacked out was back to life. Serra could also sigh in relief. In front of him looked Lucas who was kneeling while grasping his fingers. Then Lucas stood up and sauntered away from Serra.

Lucas poured water into a glass which he then gave to the wife who was still a little scared. "Drink first" Serra's slightly trembling hand received the glass. "Are you afraid of the dark?" Serra nodded. "Why?"

"Because I have bad memories of the dark." Answer chimed. "When I was 9 years old, my mom and dad locked me in a very dark wardrobe. I cried and begged to get her out of there, but they didn't. All night I was locked in that dark closet, and Sarah told me a scary story that made me even more terrified. And from that moment on it's dark become my weakness." Serra.

"They're so outrageous." Lucas then pulled Serra into his arms. Leaning the woman's head against the chest of her field hidden behind her dark shirt. "No one else dares to hurt you now, everything will be fine. And here I'll always be there to protect you."

Serra could not hold back her tears. He raised both his hands and returned Lucas' embrace. The warmth he never had since he was a child could have taken Serra after Lucas came into his life, and Serra was so lucky to have someone like Lucas by his side.

"It's night, let's go to sleep,"

Serra nodded. "Come,"

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Who else would the four of them be if not Grandpa Xiao, Axel, Anita and Andien. Their faces were given masks of chicken manure, their hair was washed with buffalo dung mixed with water comberan.

"Huha huha.. tralalala.huha huha tralalala.." the magic shaman cast a spell while circling around the barrel made soaking by the four of them. "Huha huh... Huha huha. tralalala..."

"Actually he's a real shaman or not. The spell was very strange," Anita commented hearing the mantra read by the shaman.

"Sstt, shut up and don't comment too much. Do you want those ghosts to keep bothering you?" Say the magic shaman.

"Amit-amit seven derivatives!!" Anita replied.

"The two of you are my assistants, quickly add more potions of various impurities that I have cast spells into the barrels. Directly flush from the top of the head to finish the ritual faster." The shaman looked at the twins.

"Wokay!!" Answer both of them compactly.

They held back from laughing. It turned out to be so much fun. Wearing and washing eyes saw Anita and Andien who only wear sensitive area protection only.

"Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..."

They felt a tremendous nausea when the twins added the herb into the water vat where the four of them were soaking. And it was not enough to get there, after finishing soaking in the barrel, then the four of them soaked in the Han river and then circled around the tree.

"Huaa... Hua... Hua.... The demons why must they appear again." They were screaming hysterically due to the appearance of several ghosts there.

"Concentration, concentration, don't look close your eyes and imagine them as trees and rocks." Pinta the magic shaman.

And their suffering is not finished there. Because the twins will not stop here alone, the naughty twins, is the most appropriate nickname for both of them. Because the level of their mischief and ignorance can no longer be measured.

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Seriate.