13 - In My Room

WHEN Amara arrived, Azael was at the dinner table. She rushed over to the refrigerator and opened it. She took up the large pitcher she had purposefully placed in the freezer the night before to keep it super-cold.

Number 2: Add very cold water. Chilled it and poured it on him. But if not, flee.

She vividly remembered what Manang had said. It has a 99.9999 percent success rate. She smiled. It will finally be free once the curse is lifted! Azael will undoubtedly thank her and kneel before her in tears. She stepped in right away to replace Azael, who was reading on her laptop and drinking coffee.

Ooops!

When she saw almost ice pouring on the young man's head, she covered her mouth and frowned. She waited for it to yell, but it never did.

Is it true that I'm going to flee?

Run.

She was completely stunned.

"You're no longer alive."

"I'm sorry, brother!"

"What are you sorry for?"

"I apologize! Wahhhh!"

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Amara is unable to concentrate in class that day. She appears to be the stupid strong lime who does not listen.

"Ms. Legrand!"

"It's lizard skin!" she slid into the seat. The whole class laughed. She smirked. Where does her mind wander?

"If you don't want to listen, the door is open. You are free to leave."

She bowed and apologized. Her mind is too preoccupied, but she intends to attend the class. So what happened, she had no idea until the clock struck twelve.

"Amara, your older brother already has a girlfriend?"

She looked around at her plastic classmates, surprised. They were on break, and she almost didn't want to sleep because their faces were so close to her.

"Who said that?"

"We are," they both said at the same time.

She stood up, rolling her eyes. "My brother doesn't have a girlfriend. If you want, send your resume to me and apply to be her girlfriends" she said.

Her bitchy classmates scream like a teenage bitch.

"Please bring something to give to my brother when you send me your resume, okay?"

They fled quickly. She smirked. Azael doesn't have a girlfriend because she will separate them. It's now or never. A beautiful woman like her would never be defeated.

AMARA couldn't help but carry what her classmates had given her that afternoon. There were even large stuffed toys hanging from her waistband, and she was nearly overwhelmed by the piles of resumes piled on her by her classmates. She was joking, but why did they believe her?

"What is that, and where did it come from?" She was greeted by their lovely mother, who was wrinkle-free. If the pores visit their mother's face, they will be embarrassed.

"My classmates are applying to be Azael's girlfriend." She smirked.

It shook and rolled its eyes. "I didn't realize you sold your brother again."

She laughed but quickly disappeared, remembering that the repellent potion had not yet taken effect. She had lost her appetite. She quickly handed her mother the numerous folders.

That night, she went to Azael's room and was relieved that it wasn't locked. She knew she wasn't going home when she heard his call, so the prayer she was going to chant that night will be perfect. She has complete control of the room! First, she laughed like a witch. If she's lucky.

She immediately sniffed its bed. She looked at it, and when she noticed a few strands of Azael's hair on the pillow, she quickly picked it up and grinned. She quickly took the doll from Manang and tied Azael's curly hair. Anabelle's picture is glued onto a doll. This is an Anabelle doll that she purchased at Japan Surplus.

The alum, salt, pepper, crushed garlic, lettuce, white candle, and needles are ready. That was the last thing Manang said, so she should be able to perfect it. She even gave it to her oration written on the back of the calendar paper.

She was dressed appropriately in a black hood and gown. She wanted to ask Manang about that part, but she said she was just gorabels for the sake of her brother. And because she is concerned about Azael, she will do it to dissolve the marriage! Este... The allure of caterpillars.

She turned off all the lights, leaving only the candle in Azael's bed. She took the oration and began.

"Helium... Lithium... Nitrogen... Hydrogen..."

Shee took a breather. What's going on? She appeared to have heard it. She thought a few times but couldn't think, so she ignored it and continued.

"Beryllium... Boron... Magnesium... Sodium..."

Isn't Manang too obsessed with science? It appears to have been taken from the Table of Elements, ah. But she remembered what it said: no matter what happens, she must read the entire written piece to be effective. Take care!

That's it! She believed that her prayer would be answered. She only needed to say the last thing written on the paper before she could move the two dolls side by side.

"Betsin... Asin... Sukain... Toyohin... Adobohin... Pamintain... Lutuin... Kainin..."

What gives it the appearance of pickles? That's entirely up to you. That's it!

She quickly picked up the Anabelle doll. She dusted it with alum and salt. "Get out of this woman's body, demon of flirtation. Leave!" she shook the terrifying doll in the air.

Her eyes were clear in the sunlight despite the darkness. She took a needle and smiled as she stabbed the doll's pechay. “That! You get hurt! You cried, you witch. Does it hurt?! " she snatched Azael's doll and angrily pinched its body.

But she was stunned for a moment, and it appeared that she was making a withcraft. She laughed in thought. That is preferable. She plans to open a Barang Shop in the near future, and if anyone flirts with her older brother, she will block and kill them.

"All right, slap that, brother!" She battles the two dolls she is holding. "Tweak that witch's hair! Kick her vagina... I mean, that's what she is. Bwahahaha!" the force of her laughter, and if anyone saw her in that position, they might mistake her for insane and with a splinter in her head.

However, because Anabelle was a large doll, she stabbed the doll vagina. She laughed again, pleased with herself.

"You've died..."

Five seconds of silence passed.

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She was stunned loudly in the presence of Azael, who was now at the door. Because of the lighting, she can't see much of her older brother's face. Super light! She has been burned. Is she being taken to heaven?

"Ah... eh, brother, what are you doing here? I mean, what… do you still love An— " she quickly covered her mouth and Azael shut the door loudly.

Oh no! I'm dead.

Azael took a large step toward her. "Mara!"

"Noooo!" she screamed. It's time to apprehend her; she's truly dead!

She doesn't even want to die! She is still stunning. But, due to her extreme stupidity and the length of her gown, she touched her single large 7-inch candle. She was still having trouble finding such a candle because Manang had instructed... 'Not the five, not the six, but the seven!' 'Seven is heaven!'

"Fuck, Amara!"

She was taken aback when the candle fell and engulfed the entire room in darkness. She sees nothing. Perfect! This is her last chance to avoid this horrible fate. She crawled silently despite the fact that she was crawling in the dark.

"Mara!"

She did not respond to the warning tone. She must flee before it stabs her. Her life was in danger. It's a shame she'll have a good race in the future when it catches up with her! It is not permitted.

“Damn! I'm going to turn on the lights or—"

"Nooo!" she quickly covered her mouth and crawled easily. What made her yell? She was also a fool at times. “Ouch!” she collapsed to the floor. Her knee and the pain came first. She winced and suppressed a cry. Maybe she should call her older brother Azael again.

"Fuck!"

Azael approached her as if he could see her. So she did, standing up quickly only to lose her balance. She stepped on the shem of her fancy gown. "Ayyy!" she'll fall again. That's it! her hand made contact with the hard object.

"Damn!" Whatever the impact was, she was quickly caught and hugged.

She tripped and fell. But it was in Azael's body and she was on top of it at the time. They were both on the floor, and she knew she had hurt it with her weight. But OMG! It had her. Even though she couldn't see any light, she knew his brow was furrowed and that she would be hanged soon.

'Do not!'

He was taken aback to think that it would kill her. But why did she feel something strange in her stomach? Is he carrying a 7-inch candle, she wondered? It stinging in her stomach, and she couldn't stop herself from picking up the candle and throwing it away.

"Amara, fuck!"

"Come on!"

She discovered something new. A... a... Birdy! she wished to confess her shame. Junjun was the one she found and— he was alert, as if he wanted to explore at any moment.

"Brother... he's so big! Wahhhhh!" she exclaimed, the force of her scream coming out of her throat.

She stood up quickly and dashed to the door. But, on the way to the door, she collided and fell a few times, but who cares? Junjun is even scarier! It might even chase her down and eat her.

Amara slammed her room door shut and removed the kaechusan from her body. She lay flat on her soft bed, as if dead, and thought as she stared at the ceiling. Why is she so upset... what about her older brother? Her entire cheek turned red.

She hadn't even recovered from the extreme shockness overload when Azael stormed into her room. She awoke quickly and pretended to be enraged by its unexpected appearance.

"Explain it." The tendons of the vein in her neck protruded, as if to protect her from harm.

She was stunned and stared at the claws on her hand. It was only then that she realized she really needed to clean her long nails, they were already long and it was frightening if that was all she could use on Azael's face.

“Amara! What do these mean?! " It hurled the Annabelle doll at her. Oh no! Annabelle, she was stoned.

“Aray!”

It hit her like a ton of bricks. That hurts. Azael was stunned and worried, so she pretended to cry in pain to divert his anger.

"I'm so sorry!" It rushed up to her.

"It's painful..." she wanted to laugh at his reaction to what she said, but her older brotherhood won out.

Its rage has dissipated. It caressed her burned-out face and gently blew the wind. Wait! she was out of breath and dazed by what had happened. She locked her gaze on it. She snapped.

"I'm sorry, princess, I truly am," he said sincerely, "It's you, what kind of work are you doing in my room?"