Curse Spell

Between Ada and No

Kayra immediately devoured a plate of spaghetti with a cow's eye egg as her topping. He felt that he had not tasted the pleasure of spaghetti for a very long time. This is her husband's own cooking.

"Darling... Do you like it?" Dariel looked at Kayra who did not distract him from the spaghetti plate before him.

"Hmmm" Kayra showed her thumb.

Before long, a plate of spaghetti bolognese had the toilet of Karya's plate moved into her flat stomach. Kayra rubbed the tip of her lips in doubt.

"Dear to add? I'll take a minute, will I?" Dariel moved from his seat. He immediately took the ingredients from the refrigerator. Prepare to cook some more spaghetti for Kayra.

Kayra stared blankly, her fingers still busy wiping her lips. "How can a large plate of spaghetti feel like it's just passing like the wind in its stomach?" Food that looks delicious but tasteless when it enters his mouth. It was more like eating empty air. Whatisthis? Furious thoughts began to enter his heart. Was this encounter with Dariel just a dream? Is this just his delusion? How can an ordinary person fall asleep for six years without life support tools and be able to wake up as before?

Kayra looked at Dariel who was getting busy with his cooking. The man looked very good like a professional chef. His lips continued to form a smile.

He turned to look at Kayra's seat.

"Darling... You see, right? Can I cook your favorite spaghetti? Kayra is coming home soon! I miss you so much!" Dariel. Her tears flowed unstoppably. He could not resist the turmoil of his heart. He sat down in front of his stove. Let the cooking go wrong. Smoke began to fill the kitchen.

"Riel.. Look at your cooking!" Kayra hurriedly approached Dariel in panic. He grabbed the stove button trying to turn it off. But no matter how big the effort. He can't put out the stove. The fire started licking the spaghetti charred. Lucky someone came in time to turn off the stove.

"Sir... Is it okay?" The middle-aged man immediately helped Dariel up. He took Dariel to his room.

Kayra looked up at the incident in front of her nose. "What'sthis? Why do they ignore me?" Kayra ran after Dariel.

He stopped at the door of Dariel's room. The figure of the handsome man he loved, now looked pale and weak. Dark circles were printed in both eyes. His eyes looked empty like they were without a soul. "How can it be that drastic as Dariel's situation? What the hell is going on?" Bisik Kayra frustrated.

He walked over, trying to grab Dariel's hand. He wants to hold it. Trying to cheer up the man she loved so much.

But Dariel's hand could not be reached. Kayra was instantly stunned. Could it be that he and Dariel had been living in different worlds at this moment?

"Sir.. if you want to eat anything, no need to bother cooking yourself. There's a kitchen aunt ready to cook anything for you. Now you take your medicine and get some rest. Don't you want to see Lady Kayra immediately?" A comforting smile was painted on the middle-aged man's lips.

"Yes. yeah, I want to see my wife right away." Dariel snatched the tranquilizing pill grain from the man's hand and immediately swallowed it all at once. Tears fell on Dariel's eyes.

A week ago a forensic team contacted him to identify the skeletons found in a ravine near the ruins of the bloodmoon villa. Two skeletons identified as belonging to a woman suspected to be his wife Kayra and a large baby skeleton likely belonged to Babby M. The results of the DNA test came out this morning and showed that the baby's skeleton had almost sixty percent match with his DNA. It proved that the skeleton of the baby was babby M. The niece whom he had regarded as his own son.

Dariel fell asleep because of the sedative he was taking. The middle-aged man was still faithfully waiting for him. There was sadness on his old face. He occasionally fixes Dariel's blanket. After making sure that Dariel had completely slept. He immediately left Dariel's room and closed the door behind him.

Kayra followed the middle-aged man. There was something interesting about this man. He wanted to get to know the old man he thought was very good to Dariel. Even if he was just a curious spirit, he wanted to take care of Dariel and his close people.

The man walked away. Get out of the living room and open the side door that leads to the terrace. After closing the door, he sat down on one of the benches.

The man is seen fumbling through a bag of pants, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He took a stick but had no intention of igniting it.

"Hhhhhhh.." An ******* sounds like an in-depth load impingement.

His eyes glared, the old man recalled the years of his devotion to the Erlangga family. He did not expect that his master was now really down. Although the property of his master is innumerable, but what does it all mean if his heirs can not enjoy the inheritance of wealth that will not be eaten by seven derivatives.

A tear fell. A sadness that he could no longer endure. His employer was also the only one he considered to be a family experiencing difficult times. He feels the same.

Kayra walked slowly closer to the man. He could not remember a face full of wrinkles with dull white hair in front of him. Even if he tried to remember, but his brain seemed deadlocked. He finally gave up and took a seat beside the old man who was indifferent to his existence. Maybe because he is invisible.

There was a sense of comfort when he was near the old man. Kayra looked at the old man. Desiring his heart, he wanted to ask a lot of things to the old man beside him. His heart hesitated again. How could he ask, if his existence alone was not realized by the old man.

"What do you want to ask?" The old man suddenly made a sound. Kayra was stunned, did the old man really see her existence?

"Ask only! I can't see your form. But I can feel your presence. You're a curious spirit that hasn't found its way back." The murmur of the old man was enough to make Karya surprised.

"Have you heard my voice?" Kayra asked doubtfully.

"Yes .. I heard it clearly."

The old man's expression still remained flat. There was no fear or anything that bothered him.

"I'm Kayra, Dariel's wife" answered Kayra to the point.

The old man looked surprised. He dropped a cigarette in his hand.