Semua Bab The Fall of a Guardian: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I sighed repeatedly as I stood before the massive door, my mind warring with itself over whether to open it or turn away. From behind the thick wood, I could hear music playing and people laughing and talking. I straightened my posture, took another deep breath, and gripped the doorknob—yet I still couldn’t bring myself to turn it. I clenched my fist, steeled my resolve, and reached for the handle once more. This wasn’t my first time coming here, but in that moment, it felt completely unfamiliar, as if I were stepping into a place I’d never been before. I knew perfectly well I wasn’t welcome inside. From the very start, I felt that they—especially her—had never wanted me for him. She loathed me so much that she’d done everything in her power to push me far away from her son. And yet, here I was, acting like a fool and making a laughingstock of myself, still hoping that one day she would finally accept me as her son’s girlfriend. I had never done anything to deserve such a strong disli

YNNAH “Wow! Mom… did you really prepare all of this yourself?” I asked in awe as I stared at the dining table, which was absolutely filled to the brim with the most delicious-looking dishes I had ever seen. “Everything looks so luscious, mouth-watering, and absolutely yummy!” My mother has always loved cooking for me. It was something she did every single day, and this habit of hers never faded or changed—not even when I was already in college, living away from home. She has always been, without a doubt, the best mother I could ever ask for in my entire life. “Of course, baby. Mommy never fails to cook you the most delicious meals, no matter what,” she replied, beaming at me with the sweetest, warmest smile spread across her lips. “That’s exactly why I always get so jealous!” my older brother, Francis, complained suddenly. He was pouting dramatically, his lips pushed out like a child who had been denied his favorite toy. “Goodness, Francis! You are way too old to be acting like th

YNNAH I arrived home completely dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I had seen things that only existed in fantasy stories and movies—things I never imagined I would encounter in real life. A sky that seemed to open up, emitting a blinding, dazzling light that hurt just to look at. A strange, faint cry echoing in the darkness—the sound of a man suffering in unimaginable pain. Something rushed past me, moving at such incredible speed that I couldn't even identify what it was. And then, behind that massive Narra tree… a single, silky black feather, beautiful and rare, soaked in fresh blood. "Where have you been? Why are you only getting home now? And what is with that expression on your face, Ynnah Francine?" Goodness! Who would have thought I’d actually witness such things? Am I still normal after experiencing all of that? If I told anyone what I just saw, they would surely think I had gone crazy. "Francine? What is happening to you? You’ve be

YNNAH Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! What in the world did I just do?! Goodness, please! The embarrassment I’m feeling right now is so huge that I wish the earth would just open up and swallow me whole! I can’t believe I did that! I am so ashamed of myself! The moment we finally walked away from that place, the stranger I was dragging along suddenly stopped in his tracks, making me stop too and turn to look at him. "I think he can’t follow us here anymore," he said, looking straight at me. But I quickly looked away, unable to meet his eyes because I was still burning with humiliation over what had just happened. Ugh! The shame I’m feeling right now is at its highest peak, all because of that ridiculous scene I caused earlier. This is so crazy! "I-I’m so sorry about what happened back there. I didn’t mean to—" My words got stuck in my throat completely when he suddenly reached up, grabbed the back of my neck gently, and kissed me right on the lips! I was completely frozen in shock.

YNNAH OMG! OMG! Those coal-black, deep, and mysterious eyes. That face—those distinct features that felt so familiar, like I had seen them somewhere before but just couldn’t quite place where or when. "Mr. Sy! You’re late!" our instructor called out, his voice echoing through the classroom. I only caught a glimpse of his face as he walked in, but I could clearly see the way the corner of his lips curved up into a slow, confident smirk—right at me. He was smiling at me! What the heck? Does he really have the nerve to do that? In front of everyone? Really? "I’m sorry, sir. I woke up late," he replied, but even as he spoke those words to our teacher, his eyes never left mine. They were locked onto me, intense and unwavering, like I was the only person in the whole room. Wait a second… why on earth is he staring at me like that? Why does he keep doing this every single time we meet? It’s so confusing and unsettling. Meanwhile, my female classmates were practically losing their mind