Curse Spell

Be marooned

Dariel's planning something. The plan this time had to be successful so that he had free time with Kayra. He immediately prepared a helping hand from Kayra. A backpack contains several packs of biscuits, mineral bottled water, a set of change of clothes, towels, wound ointment, and mosquito repellent cream.

"What else does Riel want to bring?" Kayra asked to make sure Dariel's luggage was loaded into all backpacks.

"I'd like to take you along, if I had Doraemon's magic bag." Dariel felt heavy leaving Kayra.

"Ha. ha.ha Riel, don't hang out." Kayra pinched Dariel's cheek. Dariel replied with a brief kiss on Kayra's thin lips.

"Riel... Don't be long - long gone yes.., I'm afraid" said Kayra.

"Yes, I need to get back quickly. Prayer has made our plan work. I'll go first." Dariel stepped away leaving Kayra alone.

Kayra immediately locked the door to Dariel's room. He chose to lay his body in bed. His eyes looked at the sky - the sky of the room. His daydreams soon drifted, he missed the bik Sari, Mang Ujang, Mother Neta and Cerry. A week later he did not meet them. The sense of kangen that he felt increasingly felt when Dariel went far from him. He couldn't keep Dariel from staying with him. He let Dariel join the CSR team because he believed in him so much. During his month-long relationship with Dariel, Dariel never once hurt or lied to him.

Kayra realized that her deep love for Dariel was not just admiration or just a passing impression. There was a strong feeling, and a reliance on Dariel that always presented a sense of comfort and warmth in his heart.

A single tear fell from the end of his eyes, as he recalled his evil deeds hurting Dariel. Why would he strangle a man he loved so much. Is there really an evil spirit trying to control it? An evil spirit who seeks to take revenge on the prince of Bandawasa? But why involve him? Or maybe he was crazy?

Kayra grew sadder, her tears flowing profusely soaked her pillow.

"Dariel. I don't want to lose you, I'll do anything for you." Kayra's sigh in between her tears. He felt dizzy and it was not how long Kayra slept in her nap. Kayra's body seemed to spin - swivel towards the center of the rotation that was getting stronger pulling her in.

"Please." Kayra reaches out - hoping there is a grip she can reach. But he sank deeper into the increasingly dense darkness.

His body was slammed hard on a slippery and wet surface. Kayra sharpened her eyes trying to look around her which only a faint shadow could see. The figure - the figure of the body floated towards him. Kayra rubbed her eyes, trying to see clearly. But what he saw was a figure - a blurry figure or rather a picture of semi-transparent people. The longer it gets closer to it with a very smooth motion like gliding over an invisible ice surface.

The transparent body figures kept trying to get close to Kayra. One more step the transparent figures reached Kayra, they came to a halt and simultaneously called out strange words.

Kayra simply could not catch the words they said. But there is an understanding that he captured, transparent figures as if asking for help from him? Makes him more confused. Instantly there was a dazzling bright white light, shining from the front instantly fading the presence of transparent figures. The longer the figures - the figures vanished without a trace.

Kayra observed the surroundings, she was already inside a room. Room very familiar to him. The light of the room lamp that feels warm comes from the chandelier crystal lights up the entire room. A large antique glass was firmly glued to one side of the wall near the head of the bed. Kayra wanted to make sure that the room she entered was Neta's? Instantly his heart was racing. What if Neta's mom catches him? What would he say? What if Neta's mom gets mad at him? their relationship has improved.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps approaching the Neta room. Kayra immediately hid between the cupboard and the wall. Kayra just realized the state of Neta's mother's room was a little different. Some time ago there was no teak closet, also a pile of books, since when did his stepmother like books? It turns out not a little different, but very different the same is just a large antique mirror that is firmly mounted on the wall.

The footsteps drew closer with the sound of the door being opened and immediately closed violently. A long-haired girl barged in and immediately rushed onto the bed. The girl cried sobbing - sobs. His fingers tightened and hit the pillow with emotion.

"bad papa, I hate papa!" The girl was getting louder in her cries. But for a moment it was silent. The girl immediately went to the antique mirror on the wall. Kayra could see the girl's face. A beautiful face that he is very familiar with, Mother Neta with a younger version.

"How can you?" Kayra Gumam. Has he been dragged and washed up in the past? Kayra was glued to her place, only able to widen her eyes of disbelief.

The young Neta stepped closer to the antique mirror. His eyes were puffy with a look of despair. He wailed in front of the mirror. There was no other way for him.

"My life means nothing more, if I'm not with Hendra. I would do anything as long as I could live with my lover forever." Young Neta took something from her book drawer. A white cloth was placed on the study table. The young Neta muttered foreign words that Kayra had never heard. It looks like a spell.

Neta then slowly opened the cloth package very carefully. A small dagger was only as big as a hand. The handle is made of pure gold with diamonds. Neta is round. He clasped the small keris in his left hand tightly, then incised the sharp end of the keris into his palm. The sharp incision of the end of the keris leaves a deep incision wound that instantly drains the blood. Blood dripped from his injured palm.

Neta approached back to the antique glass, she stood upright facing the glass. Neta clasped her right palm and then raised it high - high above her head. Neta closed her eyes tightly, her mouth comat - kamit muttered something. The blood dripping over her head flowed to seep on her cheeks making Neta's beautiful face become extremely terrifying. The spell still continued to be cast the longer it got harder and harder. It brings a terrifying mystical atmosphere.

Kayra shivered in fear.