Luccane
Chapter 30: Regen in Hart Stukjes

"It's good that way. If you ever find out who I really want that woman to be, it could change history."

Luccane's words again made me upset, but could not argue.

The rain was getting heavier, along with the earthy sound of thunder out there.

The lightning also seemed to be snatching to several corners of the sky giving off a flash of light enough to jolt me.

"The more often you say that, the more curious I am, too" I replied back while glancing at him sharply.

Although I looked at him unfriendly, Luccane smiled gently as he rubbed my head full of affection.

"I'm sorry for having to keep a lot of secrets from you but all that is also for your good and harmony" Luccane said in his low voice, still with a smile that had not faded from his face.

"I'm going to sleep."

"Don't lie, Vishabea Lazuardi. I know that you're not sleepy at all."

Not without reason I say it. In the window, right to the left of my body I could clearly see the figure of the sister who was looking at me sharply.

The figure was not an ordinary nurse, but a ghost with a face melted to leave only her bright red eyeballs.

His entire face melted, featuring a skull face that was very creepy successfully made my hair stand up.

My body trembled faintly, without responding to Luccane I immediately hurriedly laid down and then covered my entire body with a blanket.

Sensitive Luccane then turned to the left of my body, I also felt the figure of the terrible sister was still in front of the window looking at the two of us very sharply as if holding a grudge for hundreds of years.

"Go away, don't disturb my beloved," Luccane ordered absolutely with such a stark aura of intimidation.

I even felt my body getting chilly due to the residual energy of the two of them colliding with each other. The distinctive rancid smell of blood also disturbed my sense of smell, increasing the horror that enveloped me.

"Don't you know where you are, Meneer?" the sister asked back in a horrible shrill voice.

"You know why I'm so brave? The land where this hospital stands is my land so I can kick you out if I want to."

What say? This wide land belonged to Luccane, a young man who was not even twenty years old when he was alive?

I was getting curious as to who that young man really was.

Luccane was too full of mysteries but my heart still continued to crave him, making my feelings become unsettled uncertain not knowing how to step.

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"Why are you acting like that to Luccane?" I asked directly to the point of Andri after the young man cut an apple for me.

I just finished my lunch.

Since Andri did not have a course today, she was inspired to accompany me in the hospital while Mama and Papa rested at Mang Ujang's house.

"You should know better than me, Visha. Didn't I tell you not to continue that relationship with her?"

Andri, who was usually warm and friendly, suddenly became cold and sniffy when I started talking about Luccane. I frowned, confused by the difference in Andri's attitude that was so obvious without me thinking.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Andri," I said in no way to think about the behavior of this young man.

Andri's question made my forehead even more tangled. What else does that question mean? Luccane said nothing to me but a widow who would no longer be able to disturb me.

"Is that really my business? Andri, I just want to live quietly like before," I said fretfully.

"Do you know that Luccane uses-"

"Good day!"

Andri's words were interrupted by the arrival of Carly, my dear friend who I miss so much. It's been a long time since I've spent time with Carly and my other friends.

"How are you, Visha?" carly asked with a smile of her trademark bright as she put the fruit basket she was carrying on the iron nightstand next to me.

"There's been a lot of good development. I just need to wait for the scar to heal completely" I replied happily.

"Well, this is your guy?" carly asked once again after noticing Andri's presence right next to her.

Andri who is handsome with a face similar to that of a European is indeed quite eye-catching. Not infrequently we are considered as lovers like this.

I shook my head while smiling wryly.

"he's Andri, my cousin from next door. Andri, it's Carly bestie I'm on campus."

Andri smiled knot. "have known, really. yesterday when you did not realize he often came here just never chat."

Carly nodded, looking at Andri's face meticulously with her pair of neutrals.

"Well, I think your extended family is all Chinese," the girl said, picking up a plate of apples that Andri had cut and giving it to me.

"No. Mama's large family has Dutch ancestry, so Andri's face looks a bit like a European," he explained briefly.

"You guys chatted really exciting, if so I wait outside aja first yes," Andri pamit resigned himself, back to his warm attitude. He got up from his seat, shuffled towards the door.

"OK deh. Don't forget to eat yes, Andri," I replied, then responded with a small nod from Andri.

"Gue thinks Andri's your girlfriend, Sha. She's so cute just like a bule," Carly's cerocos after Andri's disappearance swallowed by my nursery door.

I let out a short sigh. "gue'll tell my girlfriend again in Holland. she can't go home yet because it's exam season."

"Oh that's it? It's a pity that he can't be next to you at this time. Is it time to open your heart to a new guy?"

I can only smile thinly at Carly's words that are not entirely wrong or true. If only he had known that forgetting Luccane was not as easy as turning the palm of the hand.

In my heart I cursed myself for continuing to lie because of this inability to show Luccane to my friends.

Luccane's different nature to us where maybe I can introduce him to friends?

My heart suddenly felt sad after seeing Luccane come with his very deep sad face, like the first time we met. She was standing in the right corner of the room, like she heard all the talk Carly and I had about her just now.

His beautiful face looked so sad, his pair of blue obsidian so stunning that it even seemed to store a tearful mouth implying a very deep wound.

My poor sweetheart, I'm sorry.