Luccane
Chapter 23: The Rage of the Black Rose

The twilight had just passed, turning into a dark night sky full of stars.

The moon shines as brightly as the full moon in general.

After performing the Maghrib prayer, I sat down on my desk chair to do a lecture that was sent by Carly via email.

As always, Luccane is always ready to help me with my assignments. He was standing behind me, watching carefully every letter and number I wrote on the book.

"Oh, how the result even minus gini huh? Which part is wrong?" I muttered while scratching the scalp that did not feel itchy, confused about the operation of my count which the results were not accurate.

Luccane just kept quiet, observing my work with his focused eyes like a boss watching his men closely made me feel even more dizzy.

"Let's re-read the problem" Luccane ordered with a smile of his trademark calm.

Without telling me to obey his orders, but I never found out what was wrong about what I was doing.

Is this me being stupid or what?

"Not found out what's wrong?" ask Luccane again who I replied with a nod.

"That's how you want it to be done accurately if the variables are not the same? Look, you haven't even equated the variables. Let the right answer be found you have to match this variable first," explained Luccane relaxed while pointing at the error in my notebook.

"Your weakness is less careful in reading questions, you must pay more attention to it if you want to continue to get high values. Remember, your tuition and living expenses here are not cheap pity if your parents bear everything themselves without a scholarship," Luccane said at length giving advice while smiling gently.

I don't know how this child learned in those days to the point that his intelligence could surpass that of me who was born nearly a century after him. Luccane is just too amazing.

Despite the advice he gave, I also did not feel offended or cornered by Luccane's words.

The young man was very well mannered in his every word, making me continue to crave the miracle of God to make Luccane come to life as a human being like myself.

It turns out that I love Luccane far more than I thought, a reality that could have been a double-edged knife for me.

"I'm working on that, too, Luccane. But somehow my weakness is counting so I sometimes get dizzy myself," I complained while stretching my muscles that feel tense because I've been sitting long enough.

"No human being is perfect, dear," Luccane replied with his hand gently rubbing the top of my head, trying to deliver positive energy for myself.

"Who said? The proof is that you are too perfect to be born as a human being" I firmly refute.

In my heart, I also always hope to be born in the same age as Luccane while still alive in order to enjoy his good looks more real.

Truly, loving a ghost should not be the path I should choose steadily without this kind of hesitation.

Luccane's smile had not faded, now his hands had gone down to my cheeks pinched both of my cheeks with anxiety.

"But now I'm not human, baby. Everyone has their own flaws and all you can do is try to fix them as best you can."

The wise Luccane always managed to make my feelings improve quickly. He was good at sparking my learning spirit until the values I obtained in each course improved.

Not infrequently my friends on campus asked about the learning method I chose because of the amazing thing.

"If there wasn't you maybe I'd be lazy to study, Luccane. Thank you for giving me so much encouragement" my great-granddaughter smiled shyly, hugging Luccane's sturdy body tightly.

Me and Luccane were both shocked by the loud clashing from behind my bedroom door until we were a little surprised.

"Who is that?" my many.

"Is there anyone who might come in?" Luccane asked in confusion.

I shook my head, "where possible, I locked all the doors and windows properly."

Luccane's smooth forehead frowned, making me wonder who had just banged on my bedroom door so hard. Oh, lest there be a thief who wants to rob this house!

Quickly, I grabbed a baseball bat that I placed in the right corner of my room not far from the study table.

I stepped slowly, skidded around and opened my door slowly so as not to make a sound.

My legs froze when I saw a Dutch girl in a black dress with a neck full of bruises looking at me very sharply full of revenge.

The sharpness of the gaze cast by the ghost of the pale white girl as if it could skin my body alive made me unable to wart can only remain silent while staring back at her.

The baseball bat in my hand immediately fell and rolled away because my whole body felt limp and I could not move!

"Who said you could be happy on top of my suffering?!" widows scream so loud that they hurt my ears.

"I won't let you live any longer, Vishabea!"

"You must die! Die right now!"

While I was trying to protect my ears from the tightening screams of the Widow, suddenly an empty glass glass that came from nowhere floated towards my face and was thrown hard until it broke on my forehead.

Pain and constant pain just ran through my forehead along with fresh blood flowing profusely from open wounds due to scratches broken glass fragments.

I haven't had time to stop the bleeding on my forehead, Jolanda again threw a big knife at me which made me cry hysterically but was unable to do anything.

Just as I was made to freeze on the spot, Luccane had the same fate. He was unable to move an item a centimeter from his place making the atmosphere even more unfavorable to me.

Damn to me because according to my own calculations the butcher knife was thrown very accurately towards the middle of my stomach, stabbing it quite deeply.

The warmth of the blood rushing from the wound from the big knife made me think that this was the last day of my life.

There were so many regrets and guilt in my mind especially to Papa and Mama who are now far from the other island.

Papa's... Mamma... I'm sorry I haven't been the best kid for you two.

I'm sorry, Mama, Papa, if I have to leave so soon.

"Luccane, I'm sorry I couldn't last much longer. I love you even though the devil keeps trying to separate us..."

"No, Visha! No, don't say that! I wouldn't be able to imagine how I would be without you after this!"

Right after I said all my heart to Luccane who had cried as much as I was not far away, I felt the darkness suddenly take over my consciousness.