"What's that door?"
The girl with the brown eyes glared to the west, to be precise near the slightly open bedroom window.
Dyra had just been released from his dream, until he was surprised by the presence of a door that glowed with light.
"I'm not dreaming?" he asked himself. The girl was not dreaming, the existence of the door was really right in front of her eyes.
One step, two steps Dyra began to get closer to melt his curiosity. Until finally he stood still in silence right in front of the door.
His curiosity peaked, he wanted to know what was really going on in there. His hand opened the door knob along with a blinding beam of light.
His body seemed to be pulled by a strong wind. Dyra entered it, like a time machine that took him either to the past or the future.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!" Dyra shouted as the round of light carried him away.
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The sounds of gamelan, gongs and the like are combined together so that it sounds serene to accompany the dances of the beautiful girls who are now twisting their graceful bodies.
The applause from the residents became happiness for the dancers. Because the show is very liked by the audience.
Dyra looked around when he saw a completely unfamiliar area. The place is very foreign, and ancient.
Several people milled past him without even greeting him or even smiling.
"Where the hell is this?" asked Dira.
The name of the address that was written on the wooden board could not be read because it used letters that he did not understand.
Even wanting to ask the way home, Dyra didn't have the courage. He was like a small creature, most people's vision was blurred when he saw him.
"Where am I?" Dyra began to sob in the crowd. However, no one caught his attention.
A couple walked hand in hand, joking with each other and laughing. They are young people who are in love, because it can be seen from their very intimate demeanor.
Dyra's eyes sparkled when he caught the figure of a young couple passing by. The girl wiped the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
"Father!" called Dyra to the man who walked side by side with a girl he didn't know, he was her real father.
However, Dyra's call was ignored like a wind whose presence was never considered. A pair of lovers walked away letting the girl call him again for the umpteenth time.
"Why don't you recognize me?"
Dyra watched the two of them hand in hand. The tall man's face was indeed his father's. However, the girl beside him was not his mother. Likewise with the way his appearance and attitude are different. Was it really not Dyra's father?
His facial skin was still very tight like a teenager in his twenties. Compared to him, they looked like brothers.
"Father! Where's mother?" Dyra asked grabbing the hand of the man he had assured his father.
The girl beside him looked at Dyra who was holding her lover's hand. She seemed frightened, tightening her grip again.
"Father? Mother? Who are you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion.
Dyra massaged his dizzy temples. He did not understand the world he was stepping on. There was no one he could talk to.
From the face it is very similar to his father, but it could be just a coincidence. Dyra left the two couples, moving places perhaps to meet someone he could trust. Or find someone who looks like his mother.
Dyra walked slowly while looking around the area. The tall buildings he was used to seeing were replaced by the many tenements that were close to each other.
Until his steps stopped in one of the large courtyards, there were many plants of various types. Fruits of various colors and shapes available there filled his eyes. Dyra was flabbergasted when he saw a girl who looked like her mother picking red apples.
"Mother?" Dyra pursed his lips up, apparently his search was not in vain.
Her mother's face almost resembled hers, not even worthy to be called a mother. The two are only a few years apart.
The girl approached her mother who was still faithfully picking apples. He also brought a wicker basket to store all the apples.
"Who are you?" asked the girl Dyra believed her mother greeted.
"I'm Dyra. You know me?"
Dyra tries not to be like when he met his father. His attitude was too enthusiastic, even though the man didn't know him at all.
He shook his head slowly, Dyra exhaled slowly because there was no one he could ask for directions back to his real life.
"Can we be friends?" Dyra asked, holding out his hand intending to shake it.
However, the girl did not respond to Dyra's introduction. Instead, he went back to picking apples, occasionally humming a melody without lyrics.
"I want apples."
The dis looked at him closely and then gave a smile as sweet as sugar until finally an apple was in his hand.
"Eat."
Dyra smiled happily when his mother gave him an apple. Her attitude and sincerity have not changed, the girl is not someone else, but an angel sent down by the universe to give birth to her into the world.
"How old are you?" Dyra asked trying to trace his current confusion.
"Seventeen years."
"Hah?" Dyra was shocked to hear that, no wonder her facial skin was still very tight, there were no signs of premature aging.
"Why?" he asked.
"What year is it now?" Dyra's question broke the light yellow girl's laughter.
"Did you forget? Or can't count the years well? It's 1980. Where have you been?"
Dyra was silent for a moment, his fingers busy counting the years. In fact he was in a past life. Parents are not married, even his father is dating another girl.
The world he stepped on was several dozen years back. At a time when ancient times still exist, and the beliefs of humans are still vacillating to follow the many teachings.
No wonder her parents didn't know Dyra as her daughter. Because it's not right there. A year later, his mother and father will soon be reunited until they reach a sacred bond that promises life and death together.
Dyra was again highlighted by a dazzling glow of light. He crossed his arms so that they covered half of his eyes.
"You are my mother. You will be my mother."
The glow of the light is getting smaller, Dyra must return immediately before the light completely disappears. He ran fast, but the girl who would become his mother in the future grabbed him by the wrist.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
Dyra didn't have time to talk to her mother anymore. He couldn't linger in that past world.
The girl jumped at the light that brought her back to her original place, her room.
"Dyra!" Her mother's voice called from behind the door.
As soon as the door opened, the time machine door that had been near the window had disappeared without a trace.
"Mother! We meet again!" She hugged her mother tightly.
"Blood!" shrieked Dyra, shuffling from his bed as soon as he saw the blood stains on the sheets.The girl repeatedly rubbed her eyes which still felt tired, it felt like she wanted to sleep until the sun went down again. However, the shock of so much blood dissuaded him."Dyra... get up quickly! You'll be going to school soon." His mother called from behind the door, he accepted the order without opening the door.Dyra poked her head under the bed, blood splattered on the floor. The girl checked her body maybe she was injured. However, there were no scratches on his body."Clearly, this is not my blood.""Miau ... miau ...."God, what's that sound? His voice was so adorable, it couldn't be a tiger, or a wolf too.Soft and fluffy fur hit her feet, Dyra was surprised to find a white and brown cat. His head was covered in fresh blood, making him stagger."Where did the cat come from?" Dyra asked, frowning in confusion.The hoarse voice of the cute animal softened Dyra's heart. He couldn'
The size of Dyra's house is spacious, which only fills a few people, making him always feel lonely. Being an only child is the dream of most people, even though they always complain because they live alone. During the sixteen years in this world, Dyra did not have many friends. This is because he does not easily get along with friends at school. After school, the girl used to close her eyes for a while. Until he was carried away by the flow of dreams that took him to another world. In his dream he has many friends even more than ten people give him glasses of various shapes. They opened their arms to each other, holding them tightly. Dyra woke up again, breaking the dream that had stopped for a while. As soon as his gaze shifted to the bedside table, his eyes caught a pair of medium-sized sunglasses. "Glasses?" Dyra grabbed it, occasionally flipping through the glasses. "The glasses are black, if we wear it will our eyesight be the same as dark?" he asked quietly. Due to his gr
"What's the gossip today?" The arrival of a stocky woman joined the gathering carrying potato chips."Prince Nelo lost Princess Metallica.""Is that true?" The woman's eyes widened completely. He squeezed his two friends, sitting his ass between them."Yes. I don't know. Where to look for Princess Metallica," answered the woman with shoulder length hair.Dyra turned around looking for information, what exactly happened to the hot news of losing Princess Metallica.The girl's steps stopped, right in front of the door to the room she believed belonged to Princess Metallica. Dyra went into it looking for something he wanted to know, but I don't know what it was.His urge to enter into there because he heard the sound of sobs that sounded pitiful. The girl looked around for the source of the sound that was caught by both ears clearly.A man buried his face on the bed. Crying for the girl who is now lying helpless there.His face was as pale as a corpse left to sleep. Her body was wrapped
The twinkling stars adorn the canvas in the dim night, giving its own charm to anyone who sees it.The bedroom window was deliberately opened to let the cold wind enter the room. Until his aura pierced the deepest cavity, Dyra shivered with cold. Finally the girl closed it again and decided to immediately achieve the dream."Huft ... why is it so hard to sleep," said Dyra with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes several times because he was tired, but he didn't close them.With difficulty the girl closed her eyes again, but her eyelids opened wide again. He stared at the ceiling of the room, which was lit only by dim lights."Hey, Dara!"Someone's scream made him force his eyes to close. He felt another aura nearby. His hands moved quickly to pull the blanket up to his chest."Dyra! Let's play!"The voice was very clear in both ears. He didn't know who greeted him on such nights, his fear gripped him even more.Dyra's neck was cold as if someone was trying to blow it or touch it. Who's he? Wha
"You're the one who took the gem ring right?" asked Queen Magdalene, she had a bad feeling about her new lady-in-waiting.Dyra had explained it many times that he wasn't the culprit. He had never even seen a ring like the Queen spoke."Just confess!" he snapped, throwing the jewelry box in any direction. Dyra picked it up patiently, he couldn't fight the Queen."I didn't do it.""Who is it, then?" he asked. His search effort was just a waste of time. Because the gem ring was not found, even though the entire wardrobe had been taken out.The Queen's belongings were reorganized by Dyra, storing them where they were before. The girl could not understand why she could be strayed into such a kingdom.Even her being there served as the Queen's overbearing lady-in-waiting. His demeanor is like a messenger of god who carelessly gives orders. Never allow a little time just to sleep or lay down on the bed.It's a tiring activity, Dyra can't if he has to do a job like that. On his wrist it shows
"Our story is over!" Hearing the word 'over' made Dyra's heart touched. Her tears kept falling down her face. Sheets of tissue flew like dry leaves in the gentle breeze. The girl couldn't help but burst into tears. "Why did he have to say that!" shrieked Dira. "I don't want to be separated from you." The female voice of the cast in the Korean drama she was watching avoided her lover's words. Dyra's eyes widened even more, waiting for the man's answer to continue. However, the soundtrack of the song in the drama echoed indicating that the drama was continuing. "Huft ... why continue anyway." Because the drama he is watching is the latest drakor, so the story is played on going. Even if he looked for it on youtube, he would not find the sequel. The effect after watching the drama affects his mind which continues to focus on the next story. He couldn't wait to see it again soon. Her eyes were puffy from the tears that kept falling. Not long, his eyelids closed as sleepiness accom
"Father's nutmeg is bald." Dyra made fun of his father who was still faithfully stroking his bald head. "It's a joke, kid," said his father, looking at his daughter sarcastically until Dyra burst out laughing. "Not kidding, Dad. Dyra is telling the truth." "You are so sinful." Her mother's fist landed smoothly right on Dyra's forehead. The girl groaned in pain, even though her mother's gesture only gently used affection. Her name is also Dyra, she is always good at drama. "Halih, ma'am. Already, Dyra is going to sleep." His eyes began to close, leading him to the gate of a dream. He drifted into the vast island until he was pulled over in an unknown area. Dyra looked around not knowing where to go. The place he had just stepped on led himself to the edge of the ocean. No. He was actually not in the vast ocean as imagined. In fact, Dyra was trapped in a glass filled with clear water. "Where am I?" he asked, his eyes combing around. Around him a glass insulated him so he didn'
"Where's my money? How come it's not there?" Dyra shouted as soon as he opened his wallet from his drawer it disappeared. He really needed the money to pay for his schooling. His father gave the money a week ago, but Dyra has not had time to pay it off to the school. He re-opened the drawer, looking for it again and again. However, the existence of the money is not visible in plain sight. Then, where did Dyra's money go? How is it possible for his own money to go into someone else's wallet? That's pretty much impossible, right? Dyra frantically searched for the money, but to no avail, the money he had saved disappeared to nowhere. The girl sat alone in the corner of the closet, contemplating every last incident. He doesn't remember anything, because his school activities have taken up a lot of his time. He didn't have much chance to see where his money was every second. However, losing the money made him regret. Why didn't Dyra take the time to peek at his wallet for a while? Dy