Luccane
Chapter 41: Diary

I woke up from my sleep.

My eyes circulated her gaze, trying to figure out what time it was but I found that a dark atmosphere still enveloped me.

My fingers moved quickly, fumbled around the nightstand looking for my phone and sure enough I could see from my phone that it was still one in the morning.

I exhaled a long breath, confused why my sleep is often disturbed like this lately. Is this because Luccane can't protect me like he used to?

"Sorry for disturbing your sleep, Vishabea Lazuardi."

A thin but very clear sound, caught by my pair of ears made me perplexed.

Whose voice is that? It sounded so foreign, I had never heard that voice before.

"Who are you?" my question was firm, glancing sharply towards a silhouette of a male body covered by the darkness behind the curtains of my room window.

I was used to sleeping in a room with lighting from dim lights, so I could not see clearly who my opponent was talking to.

The silhouette of the man then approached me with slow but definite steps, until finally the curtains covering his figure were fully revealed.

Although in a dim light I could clearly see that the figure of the man who was walking closer to me had a very handsome face.

Her hair was blond with a charming neat cut, a pair of green-colored neutrals glaring gently greeted me as if asking all my attention to her.

Even though the man was emitting a cool energy away from the evil impression, I still did not know who he was and what he wanted from me.

"Maybe this is a bit surprising to you. But do you know who your Uncle and Aunt saw the other day on the Asian-African road?" asked the figure still with a calm manner like before made me frown confusedly.

"Where might I know because I didn't see it. After all what was your intention and purpose in coming to me?" tukasku.

The man pulled a smile, looked thin yet still charming but implied the mystery behind it.

"You don't need to know exactly who I am. Just call me Vin. I came here to tell you something you've been looking for," the man still casually replied, taking a standing position right in front of me.

I kept quiet, waiting for the man to continue his words even though I was very curious.

"The man your Uncle and Aunt saw that time was me, who was sent here on an important mission."

"Then, what does that important mission have to do with me?" many confused.

"Remain close, because I had to complete a mission related to the relationship you had with Luccane. So I beg your cooperation, Vishabea Lazuardi, "the man said firmly, making me even more sharpen my gaze trying to find out what his words meant.

"What do you mean by cooperation?"

I gulped considering this was a very hard decision for me.

"The only way that you will not be affected by the bad influence of Luccane who has lost his identity is to close your inner eyes completely," added Vin who increasingly made me dilemma.

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Befriending silence, I sat glued to my desk reading an old book I found in Luccane's room as it was cleaning up this morning.

The book was worn out, yellowed with age, but I could still clearly read the handwriting written on sheet by sheet.

Yes, no other than that, this book is a diary belonging to Luccane who wrote down various things that happened to him in Dutch. Every now and then, I use the help of a mobile phone interpreter to interpret words I don't understand.

Luccane's handwriting was very neat and beautiful, so comfortable to read. But unfortunately I still could not find the full name of the young man even though I had read the book more than half of it.

The information I get from this diary is just his hobby, his birthday and some typical Dutch and Nusantara recipes that he noted in the book.

Sometimes, I smiled faintly when I found a funny moment that she had written in the diary. Not infrequently I feel sorry when reading the sad story that Luccane experienced during his life from the book.

The discriminatory treatment of people against him often makes Luccane hurt not only psychically but also physically makes me feel sad. Poor Luccane, he had to accept such a bitter destiny just because he was born from a native woman.

"Luccane, Luccane! where the hell are you?" call me around and look around my room, maybe you can see Luccane coming.

There was no reply, making my lips bend down feeling sad. It's been almost a week since our last meeting made me start to worry about what would happen to Luccane.

"I hope to love someone as whole and sincerely as my heart when the time comes. God, I'm tired of being shunned and made fun of like this for what I didn't do. I will treat her whom I love well and keep the girl as strong as possible. I'm sure You outlined the best and happiest destiny for me" I murmured, reading a single sheet of Luccane's writing he deliberately wrote in red ink.

My tears flowed, drop by drop, and began to wet my cheeks as I felt so touched and hurt at the same time.

Again I remembered all the sweet things and all the struggles Luccane had in taking care of me. Luccane really kept his promise as he wrote in this book, a promise that had passed decades even when the young man was no longer in the same dimension.

"Why do we have to meet after we can no longer possibly be together, Luccane?" I tried to spill all the claustrophobic, resisting the heavy longing for him a ghost figure that unfortunately I loved too much.

Still crying, I continued reading the diary by opening the next sheet.

Although my eyes were clouded with tears, I could still see a small, light blue envelope in the middle of Luccane's diary.

I grabbed it, watching the envelope carefully trying to find a clue as to what it contained.

"For my dear Vishabea. Read the contents if we haven't seen each other for more than a week" I read the handwriting in red ink on the right corner of the envelope.