Curse Spell

Dark Time

Kayra is just a child, not even 8 years old. But he had to bear a heavy burden. His mother's death a year ago, greatly shaken his life. He lost the figure of a loving mother. Living alone with a father.

His father who was just a small-time trader had to slam bones just to find a mouthful of rice. Trying to refuse to starve to death by struggling to scavenge a piece of abuse. Peddle drop by drop of fragrant oil from one village to another. Sell your own concoction perfume from natural ingredients.

A job that takes time and energy. But his father is a tenacious, unyielding man, he believes in time he can certainly build a famous perfume company. That's what's been her encouragement. To keep working under any circumstances. Even when he was sick, he did not waste his time. Still working.

Little Kayra always faithfully accompanied her father everywhere. When they peddled their merchandise to the corners of the village, Kayra did not miss taking part. But their journey is not always smooth there is a time when they are not a penny of sales money, they are forced to hold hungry and willing to sleep on cardboard roofed sky full of stars. Cold air pierced unheeded. Especially if only the heat of the weather, does not discourage the steps of father and son to continue to fight.

For Kayra, her relationship with her father became a solace of hunger.

cold was not a problem for him. During his time with his father, under any circumstances he can still smile. Kayra is very easy to be happy. He can enjoy his adventure with his father. Seeing new things. Know the culture - the culture of the region. Meeting new people already made his lips smile. Especially when his father explained patiently when he was curious to know everything. Even if his father was tired of answering his questions, his father would immediately lift him high and tickle him. Kayra would stop asking questions and she would laugh out loud until her tears came out.

But now happy memories with the only person in the world he loved felt like water vapor, came for a moment and disappeared without a trace. It was as if happiness was just a fairy tale.

He's just a wasted kid. Losing the affection.

Every time in his dream he tried to string together fond memories with his father and mother that he could never remember his face.

For a moment he marveled at the memory but the same moment it cracked and shattered into pieces like a glass crashing on a stone floor.

That day, his father waved goodbye to him. "B.... Kayra take care of yourself, baby.... " His father immediately turned around and never looked back at him at all.

Kayra immediately chased the fragments but. wusssssss the fragments seemed to burn and only left black smoke and a lump of ash. The wind left no trace.

"Dad don't leave Kayra" the more Kayra tried to catch up, the further her father abandoned her.

"Hosh..hosh" his breath was covered in sweat flooding his forehead.

As powerful as Kayra ran but her father's shadow faded and disappeared.

"Dad...." Kayra did not see a stone lying in the middle of the road until she accidentally stepped on it, causing her to lose her balance and fall.

Bruckk.... "Ouch" Kayra complained that she immediately got up and saw her palms bleeding from the surface of the rough cement floor.

The pain is real but where it is now. It was not the highway where he was chasing his father who had gone away but he was now in a narrow room.

A room measuring 2x3m where there is only an old sofa. In some parts there are many holes and only covered with used horden cloth that has lost its original color.

In the corner stood a weathered wooden cabinet with a few neatly folded clothes. And a small table stacked with several books on it.

Kayra sighed heavily "I dreamed of chasing after my father, hik.hiks.. Dad, Mom, why would you leave me alone?" Without tears wetting her thin cheeks.

Kayra adjusted her breathing and began to gather her consciousness.

"this suffering will surely pass, if I am still given life means I am still

"Come on Kayra spirit, conquer today!" Kayra encouraged herself by clenching her hands and rounding her "I can definitely".

A small wall clock on top of the new closet shows at 4 a.m. The morning sun has not yet appeared. The rooster who is usually a natural weker is still lazy not to show off his merdunya voice.

But Kayra has started all the work routines in the morning. Sweeping, mopping, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the room of his mother and stepbrother.

Ironically, he became a babu in his own home.

Sometimes there is regret and blame for the decision of his father to have married a widow with a daughter who is his age.

At that time he was sitting in class ix, there was a feeling of fear when imagining having a stepmother.

A depiction of a cruel stepmother and stepbrother.

But at the beginning of their introduction, the future stepmother and stepbrother were so sweet, meek and gave more attention to him.

Truly a sheep-furred weasel. Kayra was stunned, at that time she was so amazed at the figure of her stepmother-to-be, that she easily allowed her father to marry again.

The kindness of his mother and stepbrother only when in front of his father. But when his father left town for business. His mother and stepbrother did not hesitate to oppress him with all the homework he had to do himself.

It should have been with the father's considerable income from the profits of selling perfume and jewelry, more than enough to employ twenty maids.

But the stepmother argued that there was no need for helpers, enough of them to take care of all the household chores. In fact, Kayra was the one doing all the work. Clean a large two-story house and all the daily needs of the family.

once Kayra complained about her mother and stepbrother's treatment to her father but her father did not care.

His father defended his mother and stepbrother. The day after the change, the longer her father felt distant from her even Kayra did not find the warmth from her

the eyes of his father.

His father was like a living doll, like a buffalo poked in his nose. Whatever Neta told her to do, her stepmom was always

obediently done.

once upon a time, Kayra accidentally broke her half-brother's Cerry's shirt. Cerry complains to Neta who vents anger by berating Kayra.

When he saw Kayra being reviled, his father defended Cerry and slapped Kayra. Kayra was devastated and hurt. But Kayra could not hate her father when she saw his father's blank stare.

Kayra hated Neta and Cery, but she was also afraid of them. There was a sense of intimidation and a terrifying aura every Kayra was willing to fight against them.

Maybe Neta and Cerry are witches, sorcerers or molemen.?

Kayra was always filled with fear when she thought about it.