Sweet Scandals

Ch. 16

Exactly at 12:00 p.m. Irene still could not close her eyes. His body was stretched out rigidly behind a thick blanket. While both eyes move to the left and to the right. Observing the entire room with a strange pounding heart. Axelle's words this afternoon were still ringing in his ears.

A few moments of observing the room, made his throat feel dry. Since then, he has been swallowing saliva. Until it makes him thirsty.

Slowly, he got up and got out of bed. Walk towards the door, then carefully open the door. Before actually coming out of the room, he noticed for a moment the situation outside.

Darkened. Only the light bias of the lights outside the house penetrates through the windows which slightly illuminates the house. With alarm mixed with fear, he stepped towards the kitchen. With heavy footsteps.

The closer to the kitchen, the steps actually feel heavier. It even stopped suddenly. There were strange sounds in the house.

Suddenly he shakes. Moreover, when there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Along with a cold night breeze against his skin. Makes the fur of the romance more bristling. Even his neck was starting to feel cold.

The sound of footsteps that had originally sounded faint, was now increasingly clear in his ears.

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The night wind came back. Increasingly add to the impression of horror in the pitch-black house.

Fear began to haunt me. He even lost his courage. And the thirst suddenly disappeared.

As the fear grew, suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder slowly.

He gasped. Heart rate suddenly stopped. The whole body began to shiver. Cold sweat is getting worse. Many times he swallowed the saliva deeply. His mouth was unceasingly muttering. Read all the prayers he knew.

Then for the second time, the hand touched his shoulder again. This time, his whole body felt weak.

Oh my god!

Who'sis that?

A ghost?

Why is the atmosphere suddenly so scary?

He grumbles. Sizzling fear in his heart. For the third time the hand touched his shoulder. Slowly he turned his body.

In that instant, he again gasped with glaring eyes. His heart seemed to have stopped beating. The joints even felt limp. In front of him stood a tall figure, with all-black clothes from the tip of the foot to the end of his head covered.

Good Lord!

Nevermind!

Not only his joints were limp, but his entire body was no longer able to survive. His legs could not support his body which began to decay. Until finally, he fainted.

Luckily, the figure that made him fall unconscious was swiftly catching his body. Not to fall to the floor.

That figure, who was none other than Axelle, opened the hoodie that covered her head. Then lifted Irene's weak body and laid her on the sofa not far from the kitchen.

"Basic coward." Her great-grandson. Looking at Irene. Then walk into the kitchen and turn on the room lights.

I don't know how long Irene's been losing consciousness. Now he began to open his eyes slowly. Graze a few times, then scan the entire room.

Irene got up from the sofa, stood up. His heart is back in the race. At that time, the house was in complete darkness. Why is it so bright now? How could he lie on that couch?

"Well, wasn't the house dark? That feeling was me ..." Irene gaped. He realized how long he had been unconscious.

Slowly he took his steps back into the kitchen. I just want to know what happened. Even though the fear still exists.

"What's Axelle in the kitchen? But I didn't see him come down from his room." Mumbled anyway.

It feels weird indeed. He even started thinking non-no. Are there still ghosts in this age? Time is it anyway?

Amidst his fear, suddenly someone touched his shoulder. The baritone voice followed.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

Irene turned her body.

"Yahoo ..." Irene shouted as loudly as she stood before him the figure she had seen in the dark.

"It's me. Don't scream. It's late at night." Axelle opened the hoodie that covered her head.

"You." Irene stiffened to see Axelle standing before her in all-black clothes. Black jeans and black jackets anyway.

"Yes, it's me."

"Yes my. I thought you were a ghost."

"Where are these handsome ghosts." He walked into the kitchen and put the plastic bag he was carrying on the kitchen table.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"I'm hungry. I'm from minimarket. Make me an instant noodle." He then sat down at the dining table. While playing mobile.

"To the minimarket alone the style is similar to a villain." As I step into the kitchen. Then start removing some packs of instant noodles and eggs from the plastic bag that Axelle was carrying. Then start working on the host's orders.

At the dinner table, Axelle was waiting while playing mobile phone. Before long, Irene came up with a tray containing a plate of fried noodles and a plump egg. He put the plate in front of Axelle.

"Hey, cheater. Get me some water." Axelle.

Irene went back to the kitchen and brought a glass of water. Then back breezed leaving Axelle after putting the glass.

"Where are you going?" Axelle's question automatically stopped her steps. Then turned.

"Yes to the room. Go to sleep, sleepy."

"Related?" Axelle wants to get back to Irene.

"Don't sleep first. Keep me eating." Added.

Irene frowned, "You're just like a child. Can't you eat by yourself?"

"Who will wash the dishes?"

"Put it. I'll wash it tomorrow morning."

"You forgot the rules? Who did you forget who I was?"

"Yes, yeah. I'll wash the dishes. Hence, quickly finish the meal." Upset Irene while taking a seat on the sofa. Wait until Axelle finishes eating.

Across the street, Axelle smiled to herself. While starting to feed her mouth, she occasionally glanced at Irene who looked chin-backed with a pouting face.

He deliberately asked Irene to accompany him on the grounds of washing dishes. In fact, he just wanted to prank the girl. And deliberately he ate slowly to make it longer finished. And Irene must be tired of waiting for him.

"Draud, I'm done eating. Let's wash the dishes quickly." Axelle said as she got up from her seat. Then I walked over to Irene.

But what he saw, Irene fell asleep on the sofa.

"Fuckily fat. How could he sleep in any place like this?" His great-granddaughter while looking at Irene's plain face that was sleeping.

Axelle then went to her room. His feet began to climb the stairs one by one. But suddenly stopped. Then he turned, looking back at Irene who he had let sleep on the sofa.

"Help ... That girl. What if he's cold?"

Axelle took a deep breath. Then moved back to Irene who was still asleep. He looked at the girl again with a faint smile.

For some reason, just looking at him made her feel calm. It was as if they had known each other before. To be honest, he doesn't like strangers in his house. But for Irene, she seemed comfortable with the presence of the girl. At least, in such a big house he would not be lonely. There are people he can work with every day.

Finally, because he could not bear it, he ventured to lift Irene's body and bring her to the room. Be careful when she puts him on the bed. Pulling the blanket over Irene's body.

"It turns out you're heavy too. My hands are sore. Look." Stretching his hand muscles.

Axelle was about to get out of Irene's room. But Irene's rapprochement made her step stop. Then turned his head, looking at Irene who seemed to be fumbling in her sleep.

"I'm scared." Racau Irene was delirious in her sleep.

Axelle frowned. Unexpectedly, his boast about curious spirits actually made the girl frightened like this. Even to the point of being carried away by a dream. In this case, he felt guilty about bullying the girl.

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Irene blinked, staring at the small clock on the nightstand. 06:00 in the morning. Irene was about to get out of bed. He pulled out the blanket that covered his body. But suddenly ...

"Kyaaaaaaaa ..." Irene screeched as hard as she could to wake up someone who was sleeping next to her.

Axelle.

Oh my god!

Irene even smothered her mouth in disbelief with the sight before her eyes this morning.

"Where can Ba_bagsim?" Irene stammered in surprise. He rubbed his eyes many times. Just making sure this isn't a dream.

Axelle woke up slowly. Staring at him nilar. His eyes seemed to be unwilling to open. Because of the sleepiness that has not gone away.

"Why do you like to scream. Do you think I'm a ghost?" Upset Axelle. Then back to lying down.

"I'm so sleepy. Don't be noisy." Added.

"Ke_why can you sleep in my room?"

"You asked me yourself. I've guessed, it turns out you're not that stupid." With ease Axelle answered Irene's question.

"What's? I_I asked you to sleep here?" Irene really can't believe Axelle's words. How could he himself ask Axelle to sleep with him.

Still with bulging eyes, a heart that almost stopped beating, he lowered his gaze. Checking his own situation.

Still fully dressed. Same with Axelle. He was then a little relieved, because the thing he did not want might not happen. By looking at their current condition.

"You even hugged me very tightly." Axelle said later. To make Irene jump in shock, jumping from sleep.

"What?" Irene screeched loudly in disbelief. While Axelle just grinned thinly watching the panic of Irene.

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