Curse Spell

Reflecting

"Byurrr.." huph....

"Wake up... you slacker!" shouted Cerry while shaking his waist. He woke Kayra up impolitely. Like his true nature that can never appreciate others.

"A.... What's the matter Non....?" kayra asked stammering because she was very surprised and also not fully aware of her sleep. Kayra gawked at Cerry who unhappily let her into the room and woke her up by watering. Really do not appreciate his prifat.

"Wake up, and immediately clean up all the mess you've done !" Cerry cried while shaking his waist. There is anger in his words.

"You've got half an hour, it's all done !" Cerry immediately passed leaving Kayra who was still pensive.

Kayra opened her eyes, waking up her entire consciousness. He got up and took the cleaning equipment. Kayra started cleaning the living room and kitchen. There's a mess everywhere there's broken glass and ceramics. It's all about her stepmother Neta who's very emotional. Kayra did not expect that just a little misunderstanding could ignite Neta's emotions.

What kind of love Neta had for that perverted guy. Until Neta was so angry when she found Rudi trying to approach her? It doesn't make any sense. Isn't Neta very pretty, she can definitely attract a lot of handsome and rich men out there. And Rudi? who's the guy? just a man of responsibility, also looks unestablished. Moreover, his flirtatious gaze on the woman? Definitely not a good person. Very far his level when compared to his late father. Kayra is not Rela Neta picked the wrong guy. Kayra just wishes Neta had her eyes open.

"But that's the right of Neta's mother, whoever she chooses to make Neta's mother happy?" Mumbled himself. Which made him instantly distrust his own words. Why does she expect her stepmother to be happy? What about himself? Kayra also wants to be happy. If until his stepmother married Rudi, how will his fate be? Kayra could not think of the possibility that happened. Surely a great muaibah will befall him. At this time he hopes that the incident of their quarrel will make the relationship between Neta and Rudi break up. Imagining the breakup of their relationship instantly made Kayra's heart relieved.

Kayra spryly and with a pseudo-heart the stuff that was strewn about her was cleared. Also the groceries this morning that has not been cleared. All neatly put and arranged in the refrigerator. As Kayra tidied up the contents of the refrigerator, she found a piece of raisin bread. Immediately stored in his bag, which he will eat later as a substitute stomach supper. Everything is clean and neat. Kayra rested for a while, she sat in the kitchen chair. Sweat in his temple.

Cerry came to him.

"Good.... Is it done? Now go back to your room !" "And this is your reward!" Cerry tossed two slices of bread and one box of UHT fullcream milk. Immediately Kayra picked it up and brought it back to the room. Cerry followed her from behind and locked the door of her room from the outside.

Kayra sighs.... "God give this servant of yours the strength to remain patient in facing all these trials." Kayra muttered while stroking her chest. He did not know when his suffering would pass.

Kayra immediately ate raisin bread and two pieces of bread. He felt so hungry that it ran out in an instant. End with a milk box. "Hmmmm. so good."

There were bread crumbs left on his finger. As he cleaned it, he felt that there was something strange.Yes his skin looked brighter than usual. His skin also felt smooth and soft. His fingers became pliable and very smooth.

"Any..." he muttered.

He immediately looked for broken mirror glass hidden in the pile of his writing book.

He began to look in the mirror, and admired himself.

"Is this really my shadow.." - the whipping of his nose, the smooth skin of his face without acne,

her plump eyelashes are all real. So charming, Kayra was very fascinated with the reflection of her face reflected. Until he didn't realize someone had entered his room.

"Defendant base ! how many more times do I have to tell you. Bad ducks like you don't need a mirror!"

Kayra was surprised that Neta was suddenly in the room, snatching a mirror fragment and squeezing it until****like crackers.

Kayra fell asleep in a dreamless empty sleep.

Until the next day, he woke up early in the morning and did his activities like normal days.

The mantra of Neta has a very big influence on Kayra, all the events that happened on Friday were really not remembered, Memory one day erased from his memory.

But there is one thing that is very deep in his feelings. He felt fear as he passed through the mirror, the window glass, even while holding the glass.

He was scared and embarrassed to see his face. Intimidated by a feeling of inferiority that is deeply rooted in his heart, it feels like it has been a long time since even long before he saw the world.

Could it be that this feeling of inferiority was already present even when he was still in his mother's cage?

Kayra admits that she is a ugly girl. Who do not deserve love, affection or just attention. He cannot hope at all.

Kayra's heart became cold, there was no dream even his greatest desire to continue college, suddenly it was gone.

All he remembered, he only wanted to finish all his work today, so that he could quickly rest.

By dusk, dinner was over and all work was done. Kayra immediately took a shower and prepared for a break.

Sayup. I don't know a song so thin and faint, as if just floating in the air. Laze dragged the drowning consciousness into the dream realm.

Kayra fell asleep drugged, hypnotized.

Sleep was long but no dreams were present.

In a room at the very end of the second floor there were strange sounds. Forbidden room for Kayra. There is unusual activity going on in it.

There was no bed or desk chair, only a painting glued to the wall. Abstract paintings, squiggly lines, and a pair of eerie red eyes that seemed like origin were drawn alone.

The room was lit only by a red candle, each time the candle melted it would give off a sickening smell. A very thick fishy smell. Slightly covered by the smell of frankincense burned on top of the incense.

But a woman in it remains focused with her activities, atmosphere and smells that do not bother her at all.

That woman is Neta.

Wearing black kebaya, long braided hair. Under normal circumstances it would look very pretty.

But in that gloomy room Neta looked terrifying, a dark aura enveloping her.