7 Virgin Blood
Terrified

The sun this morning warmed my body and made me forget the cold rain water the other day. Warming the freezing of my body to the tips of my toes and fingers. Wet vaporize the dew drops that appear on the branches of trees. And the glitter of the golden-yellow sun in the east is truly beautiful. Makes me a little grateful today that I can still breathe. It made me wish I could enjoy this morning in peace without being disturbed by the heart problems I was facing, about love becoming hateful, and, about the chaos of life like a vicious circle in which I was in the middle, among the flames.

Oh my God, will this beautiful thin misty morning be able to develop my smile again? But I know, the man who's been filling my heart for the last year doesn't deserve to be loved. As the late Mentari said the other day, the man I no longer wanted to call his name was the most disgusting man in the land of Rancabali.

Feeling the heat, I focused my gaze on the gelatic birds in the branches of the chimosaceae thorny bush plant, gently swaying its young leaves that had just begun to open due to the warm rays of the morning sun.

Well, it's basic, those little birds are naughty indeed. Chirping, teasing each other with light leaps and small nods among the thorns on the branches of the mimosaceae. Always, I became envious of them. So free were the little birds expressing feelings to their respective lovers.

Of course, I can only enjoy that envy in my solitude. Shouting my heart's feelings to the clouds that are marching, to the breeze of the mountains, and to the valley far away there that seems to be verdant by the lush rice fields as long as the eye can see.

Is correct. Just be grateful for this moment, Wulan, my inner self.

After Aji's departure that morning, after we had breakfast, there wasn't much I could do. I just sat quietly in the room I occupied. The manager of this villa is not always in the villa. He would only come occasionally to clean up. After cleaning up, he left. So I'm just alone. As per Aji's message, and my promise to him, I will fulfill his request: I will not leave the villa and will lock all the doors safely.

Sitting pensively by myself and for the sake of not making a sound, I lay on the bed in silence. And, almost crazy. There was really nothing I did but lie down, sit down, pacing, and staring out the window, and trying to suppress the thoughts that were popping up. The rest is not at all.

I don't want to think about anything, my heart. But fate has dragged me back into events I should never have known.

From the window of the room overlooking the garden below me, I looked at the birds and trees while thinking about the events I witnessed lately, then complained sadly. As I was contemplating my misfortune, gazing up at the sky and turning my glaring gaze to the garden, there were voices of laughter, my eyes wandering in search of the figure in the garden behind the villa, and emerging from there, walking arrogantly two blond girls, approached a grandfather who began to whiten his hair even though he was still sturdy.

While I was looking at them secretly out of fear, but also curiosity, immediately picked up the long-range binoculars that Aji lent to look at the birds in the trees. I used that thing until I could clearly see people who were now far enough away from my position.

Grandfather had a terrible look on the rock facing the abyss stopping his sameness. Her ears caught the sound of legs stepping towards her, the blond girl's second steps. His closed eyes opened a little, and he muttered something I could not hear.

The old man was wearing a black robe. His hair was long on the back, waving in strong winds. The old man moved his head. As soon as he opened his pair of larger eyes, the two girls, both dressed in black clothes and both blond-haired, had kneeled before him.

Not knowing what they were talking about, but with the help of binoculars, I could see clearly when one of the blond-haired girls immediately took out a shiny black stone from under her clothes, she said, then handed over to Grandpa.

The black-clothed grandfather greeted the thing with a radiant face and glittering eyes. The shiny black stone was rubbed repeatedly. I couldn't hear what he was muttering, but he looked so happy.

The blond girls looked at each other. Then they returned to talk.

After a long time of inaudible chatter, the grandfather put the shiny black stone on his lap, and his left and right hands rubbed the heads of the two blond girls, and they talk back. It seemed that the grandfather was asking something, when one of the blond girls said something in response, the grandfather looked very surprised. He rubbed his white beard repeatedly. And the longer something was said by the blond girl, the grandfather's expression grew confused, as well as angry. He shook his head, blabbed long, and lastly his face clearly looked disappointed.

The two twin girls looked at each other again. Then the two blonde-haired girls both bowed in respect. A moment later, the two immediately left the place.

Not long after the two girls had passed, the grandfather took the black stone from above his lap. His mouth was muttering like reading a spell. Grandpa moved his hand, made a round motion. The left one is pushed forward, the right one is pulled backward. But nothing happened. Seen confused, the grandfather again muttered to read the spell. Up to three times. Then his two hands were turned tightly.

"Kraa!!!"

The black stone broke into several boulders when it was smashed onto the surface of the stone he was sitting on. A pair of granddad's eyes watched the broken stone. Still less confident he brought the stone closer to his eyes, examining the fragments of the stone.

"Fake up!" the grandfather suddenly shouted. "Bad! Those two girls must have tricked me!"

About that was what the grandfather said based on the reaction of his emotions and the movement of his lips.

The black-clothed grandfather clenched his hands and clenched the stone again onto the large rock he was sitting on, the shards of stone scattering to the ground.

Geez, my heart wonders: it was purely due to ordinary deep energy, right? Not some kind of kanuragan science?