"Oh, excuse!" His voice rose as soon as Dyra dodged when he was asked to do so again. His existence in that world was not as fortunate as usual. The girl now plays the role of a maid who is called by the employer several times every second. "I'm not an excuse, but the garbage collector has already left. Maybe he'll come back a few days later. Even if I put the trash back in front of the gate, I'm sure I'll be the one to do it again." "Haha." The stocky woman squeaked, because her ears were not tired of hearing Dyra's excuses. The woman named Bundola who will never get tired of telling Dyra before the task is finished. As at this time, Dyra was cleaning up the trash in the palace grounds at the same time Bundola called his name. "What's wrong, Bundo?" Dyra asked, occasionally wiping the sweat from his temples. "How many times did Bundo's clothes wash?" he asked, showing me the t-shirt he often wore. "Only once. Why, bud?" she asked. The shirt he was holding was thrown violently
The chirping of birds sounded serenely intermingled with each other as well as flying to break the silence. Dyra sat on the balcony while looking at the yard planted with shady trees. Every now and then he took a sip of the mango juice he had made. "Ah, it's fun. After the test, I feel like I want to play in one of the beautiful cities." The girl spread her arms as soon as she realized that she had been free from the question sheets for the past few days. One banana chip went into his mouth, he chewed it until it crumbled in his mouth. One of his favorite foods is bananas. In any variant, he would still devour it. Bird feathers flew towards him, Dyra pursed his lips when he found golden feathers. Where is the dove? He shook his head slowly. "What bird is that?" he asked, examining the fur on his hand. His thoughts wandered, he estimated that the feathers belonged to dinosaurs. Wait, do these ancient animals have a lot of fur? Ciatt ... cheep ... ciat Dyra turned when she heard a
A knock on the door disturbed Dyra's still-awake peace. Occasionally he rubbed his eyes until he finally inched awake from his sleep.He glanced at the wall clock which showed 24:00. His dream had to be cut short just because of the sound of a loud knock on his bedroom door.His forehead furrowed in confusion, who would come to see him in the middle of the night? Curious, the girl was about to move closer to the door that was still closed.Knock! Knock!His voice getting louder and louder as he slowly turned the knob. As soon as he opened it there was no one there. Only the gentle breeze that caresses his face slowly.His head glanced left and right, his eyes darting around sharply. There was no one, he was about to close the door again but his push was too weak. The door knob seemed to be pulled hard.His hand struggled to pull the door knob back, until it finally closed tightly making a loud sound.He tried to fall back asleep, but his eyes refused to close and he finally sat down b
Fresh blood splattered on the floor filled the white room that was previously spotlessly clean. Blunt sharp objects become the vice driving force to eliminate someone who is now lying helpless.Lee Han, a man who has always had the ambition to kill innocent human lives. Once his emotions had been swept away, he cursed to himself while beating his head.His hands clenched tightly gripping the sharp blade covered in blood. For the umpteenth time the man killed someone he loved died right in his eyes.With his two hands he has shed a lot of human blood. His sins may have piled up as high as a mountain, but the man paid no heed to them.His soul is already controlled by emotion and anger. His flowing blood has been sentenced as a psychopath. Spilling all the frustration on something that is around him, no matter who and what he attacked.His body began to frail because the energy in his body had been drained a lot. Only the sweat that still faithfully flooded his temples to occasionally w
"Ow!"Dyra groaned in pain as her finger pricked with a thorn. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly until he realized the presence of a rose plant on the edge of the bed."Roses?" asked the girl with light brown eyes, surprised to find a plant embedded in a medium-sized white pot.Even though the roses haven't bloomed yet, the leaves are already shady. Even the sharp thorns streak along the stalk."Why are there roses?" asked Dyra, shuffled off the bed and grabbed the pot filled with roses.Dyra doesn't understand why the roses in her dream must be included in the real story. Yes, last night he dreamed of seeing beautiful red-crowned flowers blooming along the road. The girl was following a pleasant journey in a dream, until her hand ached as it touched the thorny stalk.Not wanting to prolong the difficult thought, Dyra decided to take care of the plant. After all, the yard of his house looks deserted, he doesn't really like plants. However, for this time he will treat the rose as a cliché
"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.***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
"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