Blanca: The Cursed Lady

Elena's gaze was drawn to Simoun and Cherie, two lovers who were happily talking inside a coffee shop. She wished she could ruin the two's day, but she couldn't think of anything to do so.

Elena is Cherie's best friend, and they both like Simoun, an athlete who is one of the most admired men at their university. Women admire him because he is attractive and intelligent.

Elena and Cherie are completely contradictory. Cherie is wealthy, gorgeous, and smooth-skinned, as well as intelligent and, most importantly, humble. She has a strong female charisma and is quite sociable. Elena is the cafeteria saleswoman's only child. She is not attractive on the outside or inside. Her eyes are blemished and she appears unfriendly. She's strange, and she has a horrible attitude. No one wanted to make friends with her because, according to stories, she lived in a community with a witch race. Since high school, Cherie has been his only friend.

Elena didn't want to go home to them because she didn't want to clean the cafeteria's hundreds of plates and pots. Elena's mother and grandma are with her at the moment. Elena didn't have a father as a child and never searched one out. Her life does not make her happy or satisfied. She aspires to be wealthy, like her friend Cherie, who can purchase anything she desires without looking at the price tag. Because she was penniless, she desired to leave. She also does not want a strict man to control her life, which is why she does not desire a father. She's okay with her mother not scolding her and not looking for her.

She just walked to their campus library and grabbed her black notebook, which she uses as a diary. She jots down everything she's thinking and all she wants. She expressed how he feels right now is in the notebook.

Every time I see Cherie and Simoun together, I become annoyed. Cherie is

stealing everything from me, something I never expected.

Elena's hands are shivering while she writes because of her rage. Students near her could not help but laugh because of the way of her writing. She looked at them sharply and put away her belongings and left the library. He hurriedly walked until he dropped his portable diary. Simoun's pictures spread on the floor so he picked them up immediately. The one who hit him helped him. Elena looked up to the person who asked, "Why do I

have a picture here?". She is correct in her assumption that it is Simoun. Simoun handed the photos over, puzzled as to why his photos were in Elena's.

"Ah, that's Cherie's. She ordered me to print pictures of you." Elena stammered as she smiled. Her smile was ear-splitting on those occasions because she had already talked to the man she first loved. "So you are-"

"Elena. "My name is Elena," she replied, holding out her hand, and Simoun smiled and shook hands with the young lady. "Nice to meet you Elena," he remarked. "By the way," he

added, "I think I should leave."

"It's great to see you again, Elena," Simoun said, smiling. Simoun took Elena's hand in his and moved away hurriedly. Elena shook her head, tucking her diary into her purse. He kept a smile on his face till he came home because he didn't expect to talk to Simoun. She had waited a long time for that opportunity, and it was finally granted. When she saw her mother sweeping over from their small cafeteria, her smile disappeared. When his mother suddenly yelled out to her, she walked straight and ignored her.

"Serve and we will eat."

Simoun and Cherie are on the phone. Simoun is playing Dota on his personal computer while Cherie cleans the room. They were blissfully conversing until Simoun remembered the photos of him he had seen at Elena's.

"Uhm, babe," Simoun said.

"Is it true that you requested that Elena print my photos?" Simoun asked his girlfriend. "Huh?" Cherie said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. Cherie responded, "I didn't say to print images of you because they don't have a printer or money."

Simoun inevitably creep out because of that. "Isn't Elena your friend? Is it true that they have a race of witches? " Simoun asked the girl, so Cherie just laughed because of that. "Who said you that? That's not true. Why do you seem afraid of Elena? "

"I'm not worried; it's just discomforting because almost all of my photos on our school's Facebook page have a printed picture on Elena's," Simoun explained. "Oh, don't worry; I'll tell you tomorrow."

Elena's mother commented as they ate dinner, "You need to quit studying." Today, their family's meal is leftover food from the cafeteria. Elena put down her fork and fixed her gaze on her mother. "What? No! "

"It's just a year old Elena," her mother replied, blowing air. "We simply need to save for your grandmother's procedure," her mother added as Elena rose up and placed her

palm on the table.

"Why don't you save your own money ?!"

Elena shouted at her mother so the two stopped eating. "Why are we so poor?! I hate this life!" Elena added while bursting into tears. Elena's mother stood up and slapped her daughter. "Don't complain because I don't want you to live! I try to work hard every day just to get you into the university you want!" her mother cried unable to hold back her tears.

"And I'm still indebted to that?! You are worthless! You're worthless mother!" Elena

shouted so she was slapped again. Angrier and stronger. Elena grabbed her cheek

and never finished her meal. He immediately went to his little room and there

poured out his anger.

The next day, Elena came in with her eyes wide open. She had no sleep and she cried incessantly. She didn't want to stop studying. When she stops, there is a good chance that she will never see Simoun again. She doesn't care if her grades are low, all she wants is to always see Simoun.

Elena cast a brief glance at Cherie and said, "Uhm, Elena, can you stop printing Simoun's pictures?" "You don't seem to mind what I do, Cherie!" And please don't interfere with my plans! " Elena yelled, attempting to draw the interest of their classmates.

"The only thing I want you to know is that you are scaring Simoun. Stop lurking; Simoun and I are together. Put an end to that fantasy! " Cherie snarled at Elena. The angry Elena pulled Cherie's hair because of frustration .

Elena yelled, "You stole everything, Cherie!" and then let go. He managed to snag a few strands of Cherie's hair. Elena took a quick look around before leaving with a strand of Cherie's hair in her hand.

Elena arrived home crying, which her grandmother, Alejandra, noticed right away. Despite the fact that the old lady was dying ill, she followed Elena to her room. "Elena..." Elena suddenly turned around to see her grandmother approaching her. She wiped her tears away and asked as to why she was calling her. "I'm going to leave something to you Elena, my body can't handle it any longer..." the elderly woman whispered softly, surprising her.

Elena asked of the old lady, "What will you inherit from me?" Her grandmother sat on the hallow blocks chair, her hand extended.

"I shall pass on my witchcraft powers to you..."

The two never spoke to each other again after a few days. Cherie is angry of Elena because she refused to apologize for what she had done. After being confronted by Elena, Cherie

transforms into a terrible bitch. She raises her eyebrow at her and taunts her even in class, so Elena is even more angry with him. She prefers to do it badly as revenge.

When Elena returned home, she walked straight to her bedroom to lock the door. She didn't bother to help her mother, who is now guarding her grandmother's wake, because she knows their other relatives will question her about the gift that she acquired from her

grandmother. She took a black book hidden in her wardrobe and opened her cabinet. She also took the three candles she had purchased on the sidewalk. She lit three candles in a triangle formation. She prayed and put a picture of Simoun in a picture frame.

"In magica nigra meus,

Da mihi potestatem, ut illi somniant de mihi,

Et eum amare est mecum"

Elena read from the black book she inherited from her grandmother in hushed tones. The black book of terrible magic, packed with evil.

"What happened to Elena?" Herbert asked as he sat on the pool's edge.

Simoun simply shrugged and sipped his beer. Cherie and Elena's feud is discussed by the two of them. Simoun laughed and shook his head as Herbert continued, "I genuinely believe she likes you."

"Is she really a witch?" Simoun asked Herbert. Herbert replied, "They said yes, her grandma recently died, so the power is passed on to her."

Simoun asked, "How do you know those gossips?"

"What kind of person are you? That was talked about all over the university, so no one was making friends with her, and I really don't know why that became your girlfriend's bestfriend," Herbert replied. A few minutes later, Herbert felt a pain in his stomach, so he said goodbye and jumped into the pool.

Simoun was swimming in their private pool when he became aware of an unusual presence. He got up for a moment and rolled his eyes because he felt he was being watched.

Simoun screamed, "You beast! Get away of there!" because he believed Herbert was observing him. He looked in every direction but couldn't find the young man. Before losing consciousness in the water, he felt pain in his head. Simoun's body was discovered floating in the water when Herbert returned.

Cherie rushed to the hospital to see her boyfriend Simoun, who had been admitted. She noticed that the young man was still unconscious when he entered the room. "Can you calm down, Cherie?" Herbert demanded angrily, pushing Cherie away from the young man.

"He's OK, he just needs some rest, okay?" Cherie merely nodded and tried to calm herself while Herbert spoke quietly to her.

A few days later, Cherie noticed Simoun was upset. Simoun is not in itself and looks at nothing when they meet; sometimes Cherie notices that it is always glancing at Elena.

"Simoun, what's the matter with you? You're always silent, you weren't like this before," Cherie replied, taking Simoun's hand in hers and urging him to look at her. As he glanced at Cherie, the young man's eyes darkened. Simoun's final words before passing out were "E-Elena..."

Simoun has been unable to attend school for several days due to his frequent fainting. His parents saw that he was often sleeping and drowsy and decided to take him to the doctor, but the doctor did not see anything wrong with him. Cherie was always concerned about her boyfriend's health since one day he didn't wake up and appeared to be very drowsy till his uncle from another country arrived.

Simeon, his uncle, inquired of his parents, "Where is Simoun?" "We have an issue upstairs," Simoun's father explained.

"What?" asked the man. Simeon noticed Simoun's mother about to say something when he noticed the family's dried plants. "There appears to be a problem here," Simeon said as he ascended to the second story. The couple simply followed Simoun to his room.

"Simoun is dreaming. Simeon sat on his nephew's bed and stated, "He needs to wake up right soon." When he opened the young man's eyes, they were completely white, which terrified his parents, particularly his mother.

"Woman, a woman made it..." Simeon said, reaching into his pocket for a red bracelet made of thick thread. It has a circle in the center that functions as a bracelet pendant. Simoun wore it on his right arm. When Simoun woke up and inhaled the air, they were shocked and happy.

When Simoun saw his parents crying, he questioned, "What happened? Why are you crying?" They grabbed him closely as though he had lost time.

"When he heard a familiar voice, he instantly looked at his door, delighted to see Cherie, and welcomed her with a hug, saying, "Thank God you're alive!"

Simoun's father asked, "Brother, what did you do?"

"Be cautious because someone is attempting to seduce your son. What happened to Simoun is dangerous because if anything happens to them with the woman in his dreams, he can be certain that the woman will become pregnant," Simeon, who was shocked by his brother and his wife.

"Pregnant? In his dreams? That is very impossible, brother, "said Simoun's mother. "Yes, it is impossible but that has already happened to Uncle Simmon. I know you know that Simon, " Simeon said to his brother. Simoun's father remembers what happened to his uncle Simmon who was 24 years old at that time.

There is a woman who is madly in love with his uncle, but she is not beautiful or wealthy, so her uncle Simmon ignores her until she appears in his dream, where an incident occurs that he never expected to occur.

Uncle Simmon was depressed, and he never left the house or went to work. His nephews only saw him crying while he's sleeping, screaming as if he was fighting for his life till he died. He died in a nightmare as a result of his failure to take responsibility for his child from a witch.

Simon- Simoun's father did not want his son to die in a nightmare, so he simply followed the directions of his older brother, who was

aware of the event, despite the fact that it was impossible.

Cherie is enjoying dinner with the family. He drank so much water and ate so much that his stomach felt empty. After all, when he was sleeping, he didn't eat much and didn't drink much water. Simoun's strength is gradually returning, thanks to his uncle's efforts.

"Never take off that bracelet," Uncle Simeon advised his nephew, who was shocked by Simoun, especially Cherie.

"Woman?" Cherie said as she put down her fork. Cherie locked her gaze on her boyfriend, completely oblivious to what was going on. Simoun's brow furrowed in surprise.

What woman? What is going on? She asked herself.

Simoun's mother told Cherie, "Eat your food first, sister; we'll chat afterwards." Her eyes were welling up with tears, and her heart was racing. In her mind, Simoun was hiding something in her.

"Thank you for dinner, aunt and uncle, but I have to leave," Cherie said and stood up trembling.

As she ran away from the dining room table, Simoun's parents did nothing. Simoun was going to follow when he was stopped by his uncle in front of him. "Don't worry, Simoun; we'll explain everything to her," Simeon said.

"What's happening on?" Simoun asked, his face puzzled.

"Don't you remember?" his father asked, surprised. "What's going on?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

" Why do you have such a strange expression on your face when you look at me?" Simoun asked when he spotted his three companions' surprised expressions.

"And who is the woman you say?" he asked, scratching his head. Cherie might become enraged and reasoned, he thought in his mind.

His mother questioned him, "Don't you know you've been sleeping for a week?" Simoun shook after a brief minute of pondering.

He remembers nothing but swimming before falling asleep, the bliss of his sleep, and the fact that he only slept for a few hours.

He also had no idea of going to school because he believed he was still sleeping.

"Someone loves you a lot, but she can't approach you, so she uses your dream to reach you, so be careful..."

***

Elena was gasping for air as she awoke. She examined the candle; it had not yet turned to ashes, but why had she awoken so quickly? She jumped to her feet and dashed to the triangle, ignoring the fact that she had done nothing wrong. She simply ignored it and walked out of the room.

She noticed her mother, who was holding a bucket and a towel. "You're awake; I would have rushed you to the hospital if it wasn't for the fact that-"

"I know. I'll go to school," Elena said and took her towel to go to the bathroom.

Simoun looks for his girlfriend Cherie as he walks through the hallway of their school. Cherie has

been ignoring his messages and calls since she left their family dinner yesterday.

When went to her condo unit; where she was staying temporarily, she was not there, the guard said. Now that he's at school, he hasn't seen the girl yet.

He was worried about it, he was not accustomed to them not talking. If she's busy, she'll send SMS or make phone calls to keep you up to speed. He is perplexed as to why she behaves in this manner.

He noticed Cherie in the cafeteria after a few moments. She went to the coffee shop where she was buying coffee and called her right away. Her earlier light and carefree persona had abruptly altered, and she had become frightening. Cherie blinked and walked out of the café with her coffee order in hand.

Simoun asked her, holding her arm, "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Leave me alone if you don't want me to slam my hot coffee in your face," Cherie grumbled.

"What's your problem?" Simoun asked. "I've been phoning and texting you, but you're ignoring me. What's your problem? Answer me!"

"You'll never understand this, Simoun!" Cherie exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes, "I've been awake for hours overthinking what your uncle is saying!"

Simoun scratched his head after absorbing the air. "Look, Cherie," Simoun told her, "I don't know, but I hope you believe me when I say what happened to me was witchy."

"I need you to trust me, Cherie," Simoun stated.

"So, Elena is involved?" Cherie asked, a sarcastic smirk on her face. She said, "Well, I'll confront her," and was about to go when Simoun stopped her.

Cherie smiled as she remarked, "Oh, here she comes; you're the one who's truly coming to me." She drew her arms across her chest and locked her gaze on Elena.

"Calm down, Cherie," Simoun murmured, staring her in the eyes. Cherie grinned as she gazed behind Simoun.

Elena bowed and replied to her, "What else do you need, Cherie? Please don't disturb me again." Elena's actions made Cherie giggle. Even though she is the villain in her relationship with Simoun, she plays a good girl.

Cherie laughed and approached Elena, saying, "Shame on you, right?" She snatched her chin and raised her eyes to her. Elena's face flushed as she slapped it without hesitation.

"You're a fucking slut, Elena! I've been with you for years, and now you're going to get what I

have? You're an animal! Fuck you! You're useless!" Cherie yelled at Elena, throwing her stuff at her. Elena's clothing was splattered with Cherie's coffee. Elena screamed out in pain. The hot coffee that spilled on her dress scratched her flesh. She sobbed in agony, leading her to let go of the objects she was holding.

They'll undoubtedly attract the attention of their classmates. They came to a halt to observe the

fight among the three.

Elena screamed at Cherie, "Damn you! You fucking bitch!" and hurried over to beat her. Simoun stands in the middle of the two, trying to stop them.

They stoned one other with piercing stares and nasty comments throwing on each other.The Former best buddies are angry and envious because of the same man they like.

"That's enough, Cherie! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Simoun pushed Cherie due to his

irritated tone. She took a seat on the floor, and Herbert jumped to his feet.

"What's wrong with you, Simoun? Help your girlfriend!" exclaimed Herbert as he cradled Cherie, who was passing out from her sobbing.

"I can't stand your behavior, Cherie," Simoun said as he drew Elena away. "Let's discuss this when you're calm." Cherie cried more than Simoun did. She grabbed Herbert's arm and there wept bitterly.

***

Elena is currently changing clothes in the basketball athletes' locker room. Together with Simoun.

"I'm sorry, Elena; Cherie is just stressed," Simoun explained as he searched his locker for some extra clothes. Elena smiled while biting her lower lip. It's time for herm to create a plan. She removed her polo shirt until Simoun turned around to hand her his extra white tshirt.

Simoun's eyes widened in surprise, and he glanced around once again. "In this area, there's a

bathroom where you can remove your clothing and change," Simoun explained. Elena made a funny face at him. She carefully removed her shrouds and stepped up, holding a herb she had obtained from her grandmother's collection of medical plants that is used to establish hypnosis in the victim. She'll use this plant to carry out her plan on Simoun.

When she spotted his bracelet, her eyes widened. It's an antitode that's used to keep witchess

powers away. This bracelet is incompatible with her plans to see the young man's fantasy. As a result of the preventative bracelet, her dream was shattered.

She pushed Simoun in front of her. She pressed her palm against Simoun's nose with her right hand, along with the herb. It will take effect in less than 30 seconds. As he looked at her, the young man softened for a moment before quickly standing up straight.

Elena smiled and said, "Have sex with me." Simoun, on the other hand, remained hypnotized and only kissed Elena. Elena grinned, her strategy had finally worked.

***

A basketball player walks down the court to take a bath in the basketball athletes' room. To avoid

making a sound, he cautiously opened the door. He slowly opened the door so as not to make any noise. He was nervous that someone might be there, and he might get caught by doing cutting classes. He was going to walk to the restroom when he overheard a woman moaning in pleasure.

"Ugh! Simon!" screams the girl, who is enthralled by Simoun's name. The young man had a frown on his face. Is it true that Simoun and Cherie are having sex? But how will that happen? For he'd seen Cherie earlier in the garden with her new friends.

He went straight to the source of the noise. When he observed Elena and Simoun's naked bodies

overlapping, he covered her mouth.

"Fuck..." said the young man, his voice trembling with surprise. Both of them were responding to their sexual desires. Elena, in particular, was still biting her lower lip as Simoun thrust her behind like a dog.

The young man did not hesitate to shoot this video because it was a big scandal, so that Cherie would know what the two were doing.

***

Simoun had just awoken on the freezing floor. He slowly drew his eyes open. His basketball coach, Herbert, and the rest of his teammates gave him a cold stare. He got to his feet right away. He asked as to why he had no clothes.

"What happened?" Simoun asked his basketball coach.

"What? You have no idea what happened? You're embarrassing Simoun," his basketball coach said, sarcastically laughing. He put his clothes on the floor and dressed them. He was ready to leave when he noticed Cherie, who was crying while staring at him.