Luccane
Chapter 36: Zwart Gordijn

"Create your heart first, Neng. Later if you are sure you will come here again by yourself to see the father."

Said Mr. Sajad I reply with a nod.

This body feels very tired, not to mention my head that feels very painful and heavy like it wants to break but my crying can not stop.

Even so, I still say goodbye to Mr. Sajad and thank you. I had to convince myself before I decided to close my eyes or not.

Sorted by Carly, I headed back home.

Although our shopping plans were canceled today, Carly understood well and said that my safety was much more important.

Carly patiently accompanied me through the ruqyah procession without demanding an explanation, also he volunteered to stay tonight at my house to make sure that I would really drink the ruqyah water that Mr. Sajad had prayed for earlier.

After a few minutes, Carly and I made it to my house.

I could clearly see that some of the entities like the pocongs and kuntilanak that were still around my house were looking at me very differently than usual, feeling so awkward.

But I don't want to get dizzy. My body feels no longer strong, I must immediately rest inside the house to recuperate.

Carly slowly grabbed my body, slowly walking into the house.

"Why don't you ever say that you have more sensitivity?" carly asked while offering me a glass of water upon our arrival in my living room.

I smiled thinly in thanks, accepting Carly's helping hand. "gue didn't want to make you and the other friends treat me differently, Car. Because yes as you know, people with advantages like me are often bullied."

I downed Carly's drinking water up the toilet, then refocused my attention completely on the girl.

"But I think it's time for you to know the secret I've been craving, Car."

Carly listened to me patiently. He was silent, waiting for the string of sentences that were already at the tip of my tongue.

"My boyfriend, who I've been saying to you all the time, you're not actually human, Car. He's Luccane, a Dutch blaster who lived in the Dutch colonial era. I love him, I love him. It's heavy for me if I have to forget him.." I whimper with tears to Carly, making my best friend one that swiftly embraces my body tightly.

My heart that was broken to pieces was in pain, tormented by this dilemma.

On the other hand I cannot forget Luccane but on the one hand I must forget Luccane for the good of my own life.

I don't know where Luccane is now.

Until this moment I did not understand why he did not also appear to help me solve the pile of problems that now come to my life.

"So, that Luccane you never knew me because he's a ghost instead of living in Holland?"

Carly's question I answered with a lethargic nod. My tears also continued to pour profusely, making both my eyes swell and redden the burning tub.

"Gue can't say that loving Luccane is wrong, but you have to think carefully about the safety of your own life, Sha. You have to make the best decision" whispered Carly.

In Carly's arms, the tail of my eyes found a shadow of Luccane that passed so quickly like a gust of wind.

The loud sound of alarm from my phone broke the silence of the night, making my eyes instantly awake.

Quickly I turned off the alarm from my phone, read the prayer in my heart and began to drink the ruqyah water given by Mr. Sajad earlier.

On the left side of my bed, there was already a Carly who was fast asleep. She really kept her promise to accompany me to bed tonight, but the girl was sleeping too well making me unable to wake her up.

The sound of the roar of the wind gushing loudly rang out clearly from the outside, drawing my attention to see what was going on outside.

Although my body still felt sick and tired, I still inched closer to the source of the sound.

Both of my feet slowly stepped towards the window thrust by my ardent curiosity.

My fingers hesitantly moved to grab the black curtain that covered the large window that was in my room. The sheer magnitude of the curiosity finally managed to make me confident to unveil the wide black curtain.

How surprised I was when my eyes found the figure I had been looking for was looking at me with such a sad look from outside the house.

Her pair of blue neutrals now implied such deep sadness, making me feel a very agonizing sadness.

Luccane came back with the exact same appearance as the first time I met him. His clothes were all black, the sad look that described so many injuries again made me feel carried away.

My tears without cue flowed so violently, falling from having to feel such a painful heartbreak like this.

No matter how hard I and Luccane try and fight to keep our love, God and the universe will never give us both the chance to be united, no matter how small the gap.

From both of Luccane's eyes also flowed tears, further adding to the pain in my heart.

Like a gaping wound given the feeling of lemon water, the pain that struck my heart was so painful that I was unable to speak.

"I'm sorry I was only able to attend and then give this kind of wound to you, Vishabea. Just do what's the best decision for you."

The voice sounded very slow, yet so real and clear that it was well conveyed into my memory.

Behind his face that depicted so deeply in sorrow, the astral man I so longed for commented on the smile full of meaning.

My cry grew as Luccane turned towards the big tree behind my house and his body faded away, disappearing as if it were fused with air.

My feet that had felt weak now fell down on the cold floor tiles of the house. I leaned my back against the wall, closed my lips tightly and cried out in silence.

Why should I fall in love with him so deeply, Lord?

Why should Luccane and I get hurt until it hurts like this?

Is it our fault that You have us both involved in a romance that doesn't even have a single point of opportunity to come together?

I should not blame God for the wounds I now feel for loving His beings from that other dimension, but to whom else should I complain in the midst of this wound?