Abbysca Transmigration

Abbysca And Abbysca

That afternoon, Abby was seen sitting on a swing with a paper and pencil in her hand. The weather is quite bright makes it feel at home to be outdoors when the weekend comes. Unlike usual where Abby would spend time looking at the restaurant, this time she chose to be busy with her own thoughts.

The clear net that had been staring forward at the tree line that stood in the middle of the garden, now lowered its gaze. Pay attention to the figure of a woman who looks like her but with a more tapered face. It was the result of Abby's pencil strokes for less than half an hour.

Last night Abby couldn't sleep well. Lately his brain is thinking too much. His eyes were closed, his body was lying on a soft and comfortable bed. But instead of the calm obtained, Abby even more agitated. Especially when the nightmare is back to say hello.

I don't know what the reason is, but it's been a few days that Abby has always dreamed as if she was back in time. Not to the time he became a knight in a kingdom, but to the time when he became a little Abbysca Anggara. The warmth of the family, the laughter with Juna, the fairy tales every night by Juliana, as well as the happiness when Septhian came from an out-of-town assignment and brought many gifts for him.

And the worst of all those dreams is the presence of the real Abbysca in it. Unlike when he saw his own face from behind a mirror, the original Abbysca figure looked pale with a thinner stature than him. Even so, he admitted that the face was pretty enough for the size of a spirit that has no body. Because he also knows himself that the body is now occupied by him.

After a few minutes of silent gazing at the painting, Abby leaned back and closed her eyes. One leg of hers came down to touch the green grass beneath her just to swing the swing she was sitting on.

While enjoying the cool afternoon breeze, Abby's mind recalled her conversation with Abbysca Anggara last night. Although it was only a dream, but Abby was sure that the spirit of the woman wanted to convey something to him. The thing Abby's been waiting for since she woke up in a new body.

"You're quiet enough for the size of someone who's being played with by fate." Abbysca looks beautiful with a pink knee-length dress that has been somewhat faded. The woman sat sideways on the bed staring at Abby. "How does it feel to be thrown into the future?" he continued with a curious face. But Abby sure had seen a flash of ridicule there.

"Abbysca Anggara's. You finally came to me too." Abby, who was standing by the window, slowly approached Abbysca. "Is my presence in your body your responsibility?"

The smile on those pale lips widened along with the radiant radiance of his eyes, like finding the figure he had been looking for all along. "Well, it is as expected of a noblewoman who serves the King. You don't know any pleasantries at all. But I like it."

Abbysca stood up to Abby. And now, those two faces that were so similar faced each other with eyes that were equally invincible. "Abbysca Lionel's. It was great to meet my ancestors in person. I'm Abbysca Anggara." The woman crossed one hand in front of her chest, then slightly bowed to Abby who was still in her place.

"What do you mean?" instead of being flattered by the greetings that felt excessive, Abby immediately asked Abbysca's purpose.

"You are the chosen one. Destiny chose you, even if it had to be through me as an intermediary." The formal language she had previously used is now gone. Replaced with a simple sentence, as if the two had met and spoken often before.

"You keep saying shit." Sizzle Abby in a vexed tone. Abby's bringing in now looks just like her old self when she interrogates the traitors before executing him. So calm, graceful yet full of horror. And it seems like Abbysca feels that way . Instead of being afraid, the woman who claimed to be his descendant was even more courageous to approach him.

"There's a necklace with a red pendulum in the bottom drawer of my wardrobe, put it on! after that, show Uncle Hari the thing and tell him a confession about your true origins." Abbysca's facial features look twice as serious right now, "you'll know what you're supposed to know later."

Missing. Abbysca disappeared from Abby's sight along with a blinding light and a strong wind that ravaged the soul.

Abby opened her eyes again when she felt her head was not strong enough to withstand the pain. The paper and pencil in his lap had even fallen to the ground due to Abby's sudden movements while upholding her body.

"Ahh.sa.sick..!" Abby's body suddenly shivered, her hands now felt cold as if they had just been doused in ice water.

Not a minute of Abby's struggle to contain all these feelings, her consciousness had to be snatched away by the darkness. The tiny, fragile body finally sprawled helplessly over the grass that still left a wet trail of rain last night.

Abby faints along with fresh blood coming out of her sense of smell.

. . .

Juna entered the Anggara residence with a sense of tiredness that he bore. That strapping shoulder even looked limp, losing its strength. The suit that had since morning wrapped his body neatly, was now even draped on the elbow of his arm.

Her net was staring around, astonished that the servants were nowhere to be seen. It was only six in the afternoon. Where are people going?

Juna stopped his steps, then turned around only to stare at Erik who had been following him since. "Why does this house feel so empty? isn't that weird enough?"

"Sorry, Sir. I don't know." Erik answered honestly. Since the morning he was not in this house, he continued with Damar who was in fact Juna's secretary. When people rest on weekends like this, Erik instead had to accompany Juna in the company because it turns out his employer did not have a holiday ration. The work is too much, and five days is so short for a company leader like Juna to finish it.

When you want to ask again, Juna's attention is distracted by the sound of steps coming from the direction of the stairs. Two men, on a Day not alone. The young man's thick eyebrows rose as he looked at the familiar figure behind Hari. That person could not have come without being called.

"Who's sick?"

. . .

TB

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