My Sweet Ghost Dreanda's

Dreanda Chapter 4

" if you need help, call me"

Dreanda

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In the afternoon, Sandra came home with an erratic feeling. Since the barada in the bookstore until he reached home he kept thinking about the incident last afternoon. So surprised, he had not had time to thank the figure named Dre.

The girl looked indecisive and was feeling chaotic, she was at war with her own thoughts. Should he be grateful to 'the person who helped him'? Or just let the good go. Even though she is not from among humans, at least she has been kind enough to help Sandra.

Sandra walked to the back of her house, until there were some jackfruit trees lined up neatly in the garden owned by her father. The garden is not directly connected to the yard. But given a concrete fence to separate the garden area with a yard.

To the east of the garden, there is a jackfruit tree that grows larger than the others. The fruit of the tree looks so big, but unfortunately the fruit has not been harvested. Sandra was still looking up there. He accidentally saw the form of a small child hanging from the branch to the branch so quickly.

Not only was that what Sandra saw, there were several other creatures with fickle forms. Some are like squatting with one leg, some are rotten bodies full of maggots. But that was no longer a strange thing for Sandra. Because he had often seen terrible things even more than that.

Initially the goal was to go behind the house only to meet the guardian angel earlier, but what was expected to be invisible, he was not there. Finally Sandra chose to come in because it was getting dark. In accordance with his father's advice, if it is late afternoon it is better to be in the house.

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Saandraa

The whisper began to sound again. So smooth yet clear. At first Sandra did not hear the sound because she was too busy with her college assignments. But the whisper kept calling him.

Saandra

"Dree"

Sandra said softly as she finally came to a realization with the whisper. Put the unfinished lecture on the table then rise to the window of the room where the whisper came from.

As soon as the curtains were opened, the pale face of a young man who had helped him this afternoon appeared. The face was very handsome, looking flat glare but could drown anyone who saw it. Sandra continued to look at that face, if only the figure was human, surely everyone agreed if she was including a very beautiful young man.

Gorgeous

Said the young man with a smile, sweet. Why is he so perfect? was he once a very handsome noble family. Sandra kept thinking about it.

The girl then opened her bedroom window. As soon as the window opened, a cool breeze carrying the fragrance of jasmine flowers spread into his room. So cool and comfortable. Sandra could have fallen asleep if she continued to feel this kind of atmosphere.

Sandraa

Let's play

Just for a second

Said the young man while extending his hand, Sandra looked confused by the intention of the young man who invited her to play, play what? It's not like it's night. Is it possible that he should play with something invisible?

"where"

Sandra asked, actually she did not intend to say that. I don't know why his heart wants anything else.

Just sec..

Said the young man, then he took out a golden tendril from his hand. Directly the tendril wrapped around Sandra's body. As soon as Sandra blinked, she was already in a different place. It was definitely not his room or his house.

"Dree, where are we"

Asked the girl without taking her eyes off her surroundings.

You like it, look

So beautiful and luminous, isn't it?

Hearing those words, Sandra looked her head up. There are a lot of fireflies flying. They all look like stars in the night sky, beautiful and luminous.

Sandraa

My name is Dreanda

I like you

'' why do you keep saying you like me? "

Sandra asked curiously. Dreanda fell silent, then he started to drift away and came back with a sprig of jasmine flowers that he got out of nowhere.

I don't understand either

It's just that I feel comfortable with Sandra

Like something was binding

Bind it? What kind of binding? Have we met in a previous life? Or maybe you are the embodiment of my dead soul mate?

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Let's support each other

To have the author spirit up again.