Luccane
Chapter 22: The Withered Black Rose

"Well, I can't believe Mevrouw Vishabea will call me even sooner than I thought."

Meneer Kerkoof's greeting was only I responded with a forced smile while Luccane remained silent behind me

"I also did this because I had to, not because I wanted to hook up with you," I replied when I looked at the blonde-haired Dutch ghost.

"Oh, let me guess, does this have anything to do with the Widow that's been following you lately?" guess the noble ghost relaxed with a calm smile.

I nodded. "why is he like that to me? even he also sent some kuntilanak to keep bothering me."

"Jonge Meester Luccane is the one who knows best the root of the problem that's ensnaring you, Mevrouw. Just ask him what he's still covering up" said Meneer Kerkoof casually.

"Ah and yes, Mevrouw need not bother calling me Meneer just call me Han who from now on will be happy to help me in various situations."

Meneer Kerkoof's polite words are like a double-edged knife to me, I can completely trust this one Dutch ghost because I know he is a crafty figure.

I smiled knot. "alright, Han. Let the matter of my relationship and Luccane be my business. Since you've come here then I'll ask the point immediately so as not to waste your precious time."

"What do you want to ask, Vishabea?" asked Meneer Kerkoof still with a face as calm as the lake water without ripples.

"How do I get rid of a widow? you have to tell me that in detail, Han."

The rumbling sound of heavy rain coming down outside sounded more and more real after the silence enveloped the three of us, yes, two ghosts and a human.

"The only way to get a widow away from you is to stay away from your lover. So reconsider my suggestion, Mevrouw Vishabea."

Luccane held his emotions in silence.

I know she was very worried about my safety, but I was also sure that there was another way that could make Jolanda stop disturbing the peace of my life.

"I'll consider your advice, Han. Thank you. Now you can come back because right now I also need a break."

The blond-haired handsome ghost smiled faintly, stuffing a pair of his hands into his pants pocket then nodded.

Along with the sound of Dutch songs that stopped, the figure of Meneer Kerkoof also disappeared just like a blend with the air of the room.

I looked at the dusty floor nanar that is now my foothold, a little regret my own decision too hasty want to go to college in Bandung just because I want to escape the strict prohibition of Mama and Papa in Palembang.

I really did not expect that my ambition to be free from my parents' rule could end up being a complicated problem that I had to solve alone like this.

Where could I possibly ask just anyone for help when it comes to dealing with subtle creatures like them, so my only hope is myself.

"Let's get out, the dust in this room is not good for the health of your lungs" Luccane said in a raucous voice.

Her cold, cotton-like hand grabbed my wrist, trying to get me to move but I didn't budge.

"Let me here first, Luccane.I must reflect on the mistakes I made until I have to get a punishment like this" I said, looking blankly out the window.

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The gray sky still faithfully accompanied me even until dusk today. I sat under a large tree behind the house accompanied by music from a pair of earphones covering my two ears.

The rhythm of my favorite music even seems to help nothing, my feelings still feel chaotic because of the series of events that I experienced because of the work of Jolanda which is becoming more and more.

In my silence, revenge began to pile up. I thought of nothing but how to get rid of the Widow as soon as possible.

"Visha, comein. The rain is getting heavier later you are even getting sicker," persuaded Luccane who suddenly stood in front of me.

The young man still looked the same when I first met him, his sturdy body wrapped by a set of luxurious clothes that were very expensive at that time.

Luccane is very good looking with his pair of soft blue-high netra that I like so much. I love that man so much even though I know that we will forever not be able to unite, a painful reality that makes me like this.

"Would anything change if I got sick, Luccane?" tanyaku.

Luccane squatted down in front of me, likening his height to mine. His gaze seemed very hurt, making my feelings even more uncertain.

"If you want to defeat all the distractions, then at least you have to have a healthy body to fight," Luccane persuaded with a face pleading to make a tear inundate both my eyes.

"Please get excited, my dear. Remember that I will always be here, keeping you as hard as I can" Luccane said in a trembling voice.

Quickly I wiped off the trail of my fallen tears, turned my head to look at Luccane's face.

Her blue eyes that usually look charming with a positive and soothing look now seem to make my heart sliced.

"I love you, and forever will always be like that Vishabea Lazuardi. So please, get up and don't despair like this idiot" Luccane said, wringing my wrist.

"I love you too, Luccane. But what can I do?"

Luccane shook my head against his chest.

"you can get through all this, rest assured. I know you're a strong and great woman."

The gusts of strong wind and the swift rain that began to fall made Luccane who was impatient to pull my hand slowly, taking me into the house without asking for my approval.

"My favorite purple rose must not wither, stay beautiful and fresh overcame all odds" Luccane said upon arrival.

Without a second thought, I grabbed Luccane's firm jaw and brought the handsome face closer.

I held my hands around Luccane's neck while looking at him fixedly, trying to convey how much I loved him more than anything.

Luccane ducked, slightly lowering his body leaning his face closer to me.

I softly kissed Luccane's ranum lips to show 'them' all that Luccane was mine.

The sweet kiss I gave was well received by Luccane who softly stroked my lips to make my chest pound even tighter but my knees felt weak due to the extraordinary touch given by Luccane.

From the tail of my eyes, I could see the face of the Jolanda who was fiery due to her own emotions was standing in the doorway of my room.

Lay thou the black rose, for this beetle is mine the purple rose.