AMETHYST: Drucless Lover

AMETHYST: Drucless Lover
AKD - 4


 


 


 


 


I was lying in bed playing my phone. I wish there were friends to confide in. I want to share my sorrow with them. However, it seemed like they were busy with their respective affairs.


 


 


It seems that Angel also has a new crush. He didn't even open the chat from me.


 


 


I watched Twisy start meowing as she stared at the corner of the room. I look over there. There's nothing there.


 


 


However, when I looked at the two irises of Twisy's eyes, I noticed a reflection of a dark shadow in the corner of the room.


 


 


There was someone standing there, but I didn't see it. While Twisy saw where she was and tried to tell me.


 


 


My body froze. I was scared and could not move. Not looking at the corner of the room.


 


 


Even now I can hear a heavy breathing sound from behind me. Twisy meows getting louder.


 


 


I closed my eyes tightly. I felt a warm kiss on my neck and ears.


 


 


I faintly heard a whisper right in my ear. "I miss you, my love."


 


 


My body trembled in fear.


 


 


"Vita?"


 


 


I flinched and turned to the door, hearing my grandmother's voice. Twisy stopped meowing. I look around. There was nothing ready in my room.


 


 


I immediately got up to the door and saw omma with the nurse pushing her wheelchair.


 


 


"Miss, there's your friend up ahead. He wants to see you, "the nurse said.


 


 


"Who?" My toot.


 


 


"Your friend who was running in the morning and met us" replied omma.


 


 


Ashlan's?


 


 


I also went to see the person they were referring to. Turns out right, it's Ashlan.


 


 


"Vita."


 


 


"Ashlan, what's wrong?"


 


 


We were talking in the garden chair in front of the house.


 


 


"I want to apologize. I was talking rudely to you. I hope we stay friends" Ashlan said.


 


 


Friends, yes.


 


 


"You want to take good care of Twisy, right?"


 


 


I'm nodding. "Yes, of course."


 


 


"May you be happy with him" Ashlan said with a glance at my bedroom window.


 


 


I cringed and followed the direction of the cage.


 


 


The deg!


 


 


I could feel my heart as if it was being hit by Thor's hammer when I saw someone in my room. He looked at us from the window.


 


 


Ashlan got up from the chair. "I have to go. Sorry to interrupt your time with him, see you."


 


 


He also passed.


 


 


I immediately entered the house and ran up the stairs to my room. I opened the door rough.


 


 


There was no one in my room.


 


 


"Please, whoever you are, please don't bother me. I never bothered you either" I said.


 


 


I think there's someone behind me. When I turned around, I was surprised to see one of my omma nurses standing there.


 


 


"What's up, brother?" My toot.


 


 


"The big lady wants to have lunch with you."


 


 


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The next day, I told my friends everything.


 


 


Angel, Theresia, and Gabriella.


 


 


Theresia shuddered spookily. "There's a ghost in your house? How scary. Usually a big house has a lot of ghosts."


 


 


"I just experienced that yesterday. Even that ghost is interfering with my relationship with Ashlan," I said again.


 


 


 


 


"Friendship," I said.


 


 


"What happened, really? That ghost terrorized Ashlan too?" Gabriella asked with a laugh.


 


 


"Haha, pity Ashlan."


 


 


I'm getting pissed. "You're listening to me seriously, aren't you?"


 


 


"We're serious." The answer is inversely proportional to their expression.


 


 


I got up from the chair and then passed by ignoring the voices of those who were constantly calling me and apologizing.


 


 


No. I'm listening. I got straight into the car.


 


 


When in trouble, they pour all their problems on me. I also provide the best solution for them.


 


 


While when I was in trouble, they listened to me while being sneered.


 


 


Do they deserve to be called friends?!


 


 


I think I was too much for them.


 


 


Let it be, it'll be better again. I drove my car home.


 


 


Unfortunately I was stuck in traffic. The rain was back on the city. I raise the car glass and turn off the AC.


 


 


The weather's cold.


 


 


Cellphone's ringing. I get a lot of messages from my friends. I decided not to open it.


 


 


Where were they yesterday, when I was in sorrow?


 


 


The next day, I woke up with both panda eyes. That's because all night I couldn't sleep hearing Twisy constantly meowing.


 


 


I'm ready with my uniform and breakfast with omma.


 


 


"Did the ghost that bothered you leave?" Ask omma.


 


 


While chewing my food, I shook my head. "No, Omma. Yesterday when Ashlan came, the ghost appeared in the bedroom window."


 


 


Omma's hand reached me. I approached and grabbed his hand. "There were no ghosts in this house. Omma will call someone to drive the ghost out of this house."


 


 


"Will his ghost not be angry? What if the ghost gets worse?" My toot.


 


 


"Maybe not."


 


 


"Omma's gonna get smart people?" Askaqua.


 


 


Quickly, Omma shook her head. "No, Omma doesn't trust shamans."


 


 


Who can chase away ghosts, if not smart people?


 


 


"Why are shamans called smart people by most people?" Ask omma.


 


 


"Why?" I asked back.


 


 


"Because what comes to smart people is stupid."


 


 


Although it sounds ambiguous, I laugh. My beloved Omma is savage.


 


 


I also went to school. When I was about to open the car door, I forgot where to put my car keys.


 


 


I opened my bag and did not find it. So I have to go back to the room. Maybe my keys were left in my room.


 


 


When I entered the room, I immediately looked for him. Where did I put the key?


 


 


How could I forget it?


 


 


It turns out it's down by the nightstand. I breathed a sigh of relief as I crouched down to pick it up then opened the door to exit.


 


 


However, I froze as I saw a stranger standing in front of my room. My heart skipped so much I was surprised and scared.


 


 


The tall man with snow-white hair and a pair of aquamarine-colored eyes looked at me intimidatedly.


 


 


He was wearing a strange black outfit.


 


 


"Who are you?"


 


 


"I'm your husband."


 


 


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15.15: 1 October 2019


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