Curse Spell

Gathering

Kayra turned around immediately. He wanted to know the owner of the hand that had brought him to this strange place. As he looked at the person who had taken him teleporting, he was stunned.

"Dariel?"

"Prince Bondowoso?"

Ask Kayra. One side of his heart felt the warmth of happiness meeting the lover he so missed. But the other side of the heart is dominated by burning hatred.

"Cayras.... I'm Dariel." Dariel approached with a hand to hug Kayra. Kayra's reflex took two steps back.

"You are Prince Bondowoso. Don't lie...!" kayra shouted until her voice trembled. There was a dilemma in his heart that he could not conquer. His voice was out loud full of hatred, yet his tears dripping down implied a deep longing.

Kayra occasionally fixed her clothes which she felt uncomfortable. Hospital clothes with openings in the back make it uncomfortable. Sometimes his clothes were blown by the wind. The cold bit his skin. Kayra repeatedly tried to close her clothes. Ah his efforts are useless at all. He prefers to ignore it.

Kayra, under the influence of another spirit, turned her attention to Dariel, who further ignited her anger. His eyes were full of hatred.

"Kayra. Look at me with your heart.....!"

"You lied...!"

Kayra attacked Dariel with a deep force coming out of her hand. A yellow light shot out from both of his palms. The light struck the wall of the cave as Dariel managed to dodge the attack, causing the rock to collapse.

"Stop.! Danger if it continues, this cave could be a grave for us." Dariel warned.

"Hahahaha. I don't care as long as you're lost in my hands."

Kayra laughed, and her concentration was diverted. Dariel sees an opportunity, he immediately runs, hugs Kayra and takes her teleporting to another place. A forest at the foot of Kwoka mountain. Dariel's group observation deck yesterday. Dariel chose this place because it was quiet and far from the residential area.

Kayra was currently feeling played with. He immediately attacked Dariel with all his strength. Again - again easily Dariel avoided it. Kayra was annoyed to make him attack Dariel blindly. There was one successful attack on Dariel's temple. Leaving an incision wound and bleeding quite a lot. Kayra was stunned as if a force was stopping her. He approached Dariel.

"Dariel.you're hurt." Kayra approached Dariel who remained vigilant. He stretched out his hand to rub Dariel's forehead and at once Dariel's wound healed. Dariel was very happy, Kayra cared so much for him, that for a moment he could escape the clutches of the spirit .

"Thank You Love..." Dariel said as he reached out his hand to hold Kayra's hand. Kayra shook Dariel's hand. His eyes returned with anger. There was a vengeful glint emanating from the look in his eyes.

"Don't approach me...!!!, you must have vanished into my hands...!" Kayra shouted out loudly and immediately attacked Dariel.

"Rara. It's me, Dariel your lover. You're my Rara. My love, against the spirit that seeks to rule you." Dariel tried to resuscitate Kayra but seemed to be in vain. Kayra did not budge.

Kayra in the spirit's influence grew even more furious. With all his strength he attacked and tried to eliminate Dariel who he considered Prince Bondowoso. Some injuries were successfully incised on the arms as well as some on the face. Every successful attack hit the opponent, there is satisfaction in Kayra more precisely the Spirit Roro Jonggrang. Satisfied whenever his grudge was unleashed.

The day began to light, a tinge of sun burst through from the eastern horizon. Illuminate around the fighting site, the cranes scattered down fallen trees. As the day grew brighter Kayra ran out of steam, she grew weaker. Finally he fell unconscious. Dariel held him in his arms and teleported towards the stone cave. Kayra lay her on a pile of blankets that Dariel had prepared. Kayra's body was dirty with soapy water. He replaced Kayra's hospital gown with Dariel's t-shirt and shorts. Kayra looks beautiful.

Dariel admires Kayra's beauty. He landed a kiss on Kayra's forehead. "Sleep well my love".

Dariel teleported back home into a room in the mess project. He immediately changed clothes because the clothes he wore last night were dirty and there were many tears here and there. Like just getting home from war. Dariel was tempted to lie down immediately, just unwind. But he did not want to be stamped bad because of bad luck so he chose to take a shower immediately.

Dariel immediately came out of the room and took a shower. He wanted to let go of fatigue for a moment, enjoying the freshness of the water in the morning. As he remembered Kayra, Dariel immediately sped up his bath. Get dressed and walk to the dining room. There are a lot of people eating. The moment Dariel entered the dining room, every employee who passed by him immediately greeted him with respect. Dariel returned the employee's greeting with a sincere smile.

Today's breakfast menu, fried rice with fried chicken. He remembered that the food he had taken last night had not been eaten. "Maybe it's stale." He murmured in his heart. Dariel decided to eat in the dining room. He picked the corner table. He wanted to enjoy his breakfast quickly. But when two new mouthfuls stopped in his mouth, Rahmadi approached him and ate at his desk. Apparently Rahmadi was observing Dariel since then. While sitting at the same table, Rahmadi expressed her curiosity to Dariel.

"Young master, how was his sleep last night?"

"I can't sleep." answered Dariel honestly.

"Is the room uncomfortable young master?" Tanya Rahmadi was worried.

"His room was very comfortable. Maybe because yesterday's trip was quite exhausting. I can't even sleep." Dariel's reply covered up what really happened overnight.

"I saw on the face and also the hands of the young Master there were scratches and rashes. Is Young Master allergic to anything?"

Rahmadi's question showed his attention to Dariel.His gaze towards Dariel turned one hundred and eighty degrees. Now there was his admiration for Dariel. A young boy of only seven dozen years, the son of a conglomerate yet very humble. Moreover, Dariel showed his talent in mastering the language of the Asmat tribe. If he were told to judge Dariel, he would give a five-star sign. Rahmadi also knew Raka the first son of the Great Lord. But for Rahmadi, Dariel was warmer and more polite.

"Is this...?" Dariel asked while showing his hand that Kayra had hit. Scratches - scratches and bruises on the surface of his hands, also on his face. He thought hard, what should he say so that Rahmadi could believe him.

"I don't know if I'm sure, maybe all night I was bitten by a mosquito and didn't consciously scratch it to leave a wound like this." Dariel replied of origin because no other reason made sense. Rahmadi nodded - a nod seemed to believe him. They continued eating in silence. Dariel remembered something.

" Oh yes sir, today can I rest? My body still feels sore." Dariel hopes today does not need to work and he can rest, replace his night's sleep.