"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 18.00, which means that his determination time is still very long.
If after the clock Cinderella chimes, she can quickly return to her original world. For now, Dyra must be more patient in carrying out the orders given.
"If you weren't the culprit. Then, who?" asked Queen Magdalene.
"Why should I be the one who is suspected of stealing the gem ring?" breathed Dira. Even though she was just a girl who came from another world, moved to a place she didn't realize. Why was he in that Kingdom?
"Never mind. Thieves will never confess."
Queen Magdalene rose from her seat, her two feet began to walk out of her room area. The beautiful dress she was wearing dangled beautifully to the floor.
Dyra sighed slowly, grateful for the departure of the annoying Queen who had now disappeared from sight.
The sound of footsteps interrupted Dyra from the thoughts that filled his head about Queen Magdalene. His hand covered his gaping mouth when he saw the figure of a man with glowing white skin walking through the doorway.
"Who is she?" Dyra asked, biting her index finger.
The aura of handsomeness that radiated from the man did not quickly disappear in memory. Dyra quickly ran to follow the steps wherever he went.
Two black-clad bodyguards were behind him, ready to block those who tried to fight back.
His two steps stopped, followed by two people behind him. Dyra froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Either hiding or silent without any expression.
Dyra's whereabouts are known by two bodyguards who are always ready to hold his hand wherever the man goes. The two of them looked back and saw a girl who was smiling as sweetly as possible.
"Who's he?" asked the handsome man who managed to break his heart.
The two bodyguards did not answer the man's question. Perhaps, they do not really know one by one the Queen's ladies-in-waiting. Because female workers are only intended for Magdalene, it does not apply to preparing everything for men.
"Hi!" said Dyra innocently. He waved his hand at the man who rolled his eyes lazily.
"Who are you?" he asked again.
"Who are you?" Dyra returned a similarly meaningful question. He couldn't wait to find out her identity.
Instead of answering, the man ordered his two bodyguards to quickly return him to his room.
"Really arrogant." Dara shook her head slowly.
"Hey you," said Queen Magdalene behind her.
Suddenly Dyra was surprised, looking at the man who was staring at him closely.
"Eh Queen. Guess who," he said.
"Why do you keep standing? Look at the prince?" The question made him stutter, Dyra's mind was stuck, he couldn't think straight.
"Why? Why are you silent?" asked Queen Magdalene again.
"Euh... that was the prince, wasn't it, Queen?" Dyra asked, biting her lower lip.
"My hunch is right. Besides you stealing the things here. You also want to steal the prince's heart, right?" asked the Queen, she squinted her eyes as if searching for a thief.
"Says who?" asked Dira.
"Says who. What did you say. I was the one who said that."
The figure of the prince who was being discussed came back out of his room. Looking at the two women looking at each other.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Get some rest, kid." The queen felt the prince's chest.
"Prince Rumi!" called someone running from the west. In his hand he holds a rolled up letter and a ribbon is given to decorate it.
Dyra finally found out that the prince who caught his attention was named Rumi. He increasingly wanted to know more about the man in the crown.
"Please accept this letter from Adinda Laksmi."
A curved line was painted on his face. Happy streaks radiated as soon as he received the letter which had now moved into his hands.
"Thank you."
His adjutant returned to duty at the doorway saluting guests who came into the kingdom.
Who is Adinda Lakshmi? Is she the prince's boyfriend?
Prince Rumi again left Dyra who just wanted to ask a lot of things. However, his joy at receiving a letter of authority seemed to vanish out of sight.
"Why?" asked Queen Magdalene glaring at Dyra.
"Who is Adinda Lakshmi?" asked Dyra courageously.
"Why? Why are you asking that? Is there something bothering you? To the point that you don't like it when Prince Rumi is side by side with other women.
Dyra shook his head weakly, realizing his very low position. He couldn't keep up with the royals.
"That presumption is true. Nothing has deviated in the slightest. My thinking is perfectly correct. You are not after anything from this kingdom."
"What do you mean, Queen?" asked Dyra not understanding.
"You're not someone from here, are you? You're so far away that there's no chance if I go on vacation there," Queen Magdalene explained.
"Why no chance?"
"After all, why would I go there if there was no need?" Queen Magdalene raised an eyebrow. His words were confirmed by Dara.
After all, if Queen Magdalene came into his world. So, there will be no peace for other people.
"Yeah, just want to go shopping. Have antiques from another world."
"What? Any antiques? Seems like fun to visit there."
"No! No! If you want to invite prince Rumi. Then I will accept the arrival of the Queen with a lively welcome."
"Why should I invite prince Rumi?" asked Queen Magdalene, frowning in confusion.
"I... I... ah never mind.
"My hunches won't just go wrong, Dyra. Do you like it?"
"No! That won't happen, because if the two people are from different worlds. Then, there will be a big disaster that destroys two worlds at once," Dyra exclaimed. "Not only that, I also wouldn't want to have a mother-in-law like Queen Magdalene. It's arrogant to be proud, keep telling me."
"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
A knock on the door disturbed Dyra's still awake composure. Every now and then he rubbed his eyes until he finally inched up from his sleep. He glanced at the clock on the wall which said it was 24:00. His dream had to be cut short just by the sound of a loud knock on his bedroom doo His brow furrowed in confusion, who came in the middle of the night to meet him? Curious, the girl was about to move closer to the door that was still close Knock! Knoc His voice became clearer, Dyra slowly turned the doorknob. As soon as he opened it no one was there. Only the breeze gently brushed his fac His head glanced left and right, his eyes combing sharply around. There was no one, he was about to close the door again but his urge was too weak. The door knob seemed to be pulled tightl His hand struggled to pull the doorknob again, until it closed tightly with a loud soun He tried to fall back asleep, but his eyes refused to close until finally Dyra decided to sit himself on the side of the b
Broken hearts are indeed difficult to heal, if only there was a cure, no matter how big the wound was felt, it would heal quickly. There is no panacea that can treat it in a short period of time. Dyra was experiencing this, locked himself in his room because he had just released someone he loved so much. The man she loved so much had taken another girl. How not to be hurt? "Hot! This heart is so hot." She stroked his chest softly. Jealousy of the man's love story made him want to disappear from the world. "Why do I still think about him?" she screamed. The girl was almost frustrated because the name of her figure was still engraved in her heart. "What's wrong with you?" She looked around looking for the source of the sound. A peacock sat in the corner of the cupboard. Suddenly the curly-haired girl jumped because the presence of the animal startled her. Her beautiful fur is green mixed with yellow and there is also a polka dot pattern that beautifies her figure. "Peacock?" Dar
"You cunning witch!" Dyra blinked his eyes repeatedly when he saw the crowd in front of him. He looked around for the source they mentioned. However, the sentence was uttered again as if it was directed at him. Their faces looked grim looking at Dyra sharply, as if there were many unforgivable mistakes. "Where is your promise?" asked a bearded man in a high pitched voice. "What promise?" asked Dyra not understanding. The man snorted, then his laughter was accompanied by his friends in unison. Dyra looked at them one by one not understanding what he meant. "Silly stupid witch! Are you pretending to forget or are you already senile? The age factor is approaching thousands of years ago?" one of them asked, the man with the thin mustache snickering. The girl's forehead showed a smooth stroke, not understanding what they were saying. Witch? Cunning? How could she be a spellcaster girl? Then, regarding the age factor, there seems to be a mistake because Dyra is still in his teens. Sti
Dyra's hunch turned out to be right, as soon as his eyes fell asleep the world he saw was no longer the same as before. His dream returns to take him to another world, meeting strangers and participating in all life there. Dyra did not expect, she became a Queen sitting on a throne. Side by side with a handsome King. "King..." Dyra called softly, barely audible. The man wearing a silver crown glanced at him. Staring at him closely without giving an expression that seemed heartwarming. "I really love you." Dyra tries to make a drama, after all this time his chance to be spoiled with a king who is adored by his people. She no longer has the chance to be Queen. Even if he later surfs to another world, he doesn't know what role he will play. The King just remained silent and did not respond to words filled with hope in return for words of love. The existence of the Queen seemed to be ignored, like a gentle wind blowing against her face. Dyra did not know what happened before his pre
"The legend of the mermaid?" Dyra was shocked when he heard a statement from his mother who told him many things about a beautiful fish in the ocean.His father burst out laughing as soon as he came out of the kitchen, carrying a glass of milk coffee that was occasionally sipped. He sat his ass next to his wife."Mermaids are just fairy tales. Your mother is really good at reading fairy tales like that." Father pinched his wife's cheek."Even though it's a fairy tale, but some say that mermaids do exist, Dad." Mother called out to her husband, Dyra responded only with a smile.The girl didn't really believe the legend her mother told her. Finally he decided to go to his room because it was already 21.00, he should sleep.In a rectangular room filled with one king size bed, wooden wardrobe, and study table. Dyra is indeed very diligent in cleaning the room so that there is no trash at all.After being there, the girl instead sat down at her study table. His fingers fumbled with the pen