Gala covers her body with a thick blanket. He was shivering in fear and his breath roaring. He can still clearly remember how it happened. Why did he have to have a fate like this, anyway? He felt like cursing, but he was tired.
Gala, who was quite curious, finally got up the courage to approach the voice earlier. Also, the orange glow was slowly fading towards the point where the orange light was visible, hidden behind one of the piles of used cardboard. Gala slowly removed the pile. The sound of little mice and cockroaches suddenly running here and there didn't stop Gala from taking a closer look.
"Dice?" asked Gala stunned at what she found. A dice the size of his fist, the orange color that had been shining brightly. Also, talk? He slowly lifted the black Dice with colorful dots on each side. The orange light began to dim completely. She was leaving Gala back and forth watching him. He slowly lifted the Dice. Cleaned from the rest of the dust, also using the hem of his old shirt, he rubbed it gently so he could see it.
The dice are moving! It was like splitting by itself even though Gala didn't do anything. At all. He just rubbed it. That is also full of caution. Then the Dice floated in a split state. It makes Gala scream in fear. Back off immediately until it makes a noise.
"Sir, don't be afraid."
Everything that has just happened is not comparable to the appearance of a female figure among the white rays in the background. The woman had long hair, and her eyes were icy. Like a hologram of the sophisticated tools in the movies, Gala has watched.
Gala scared! Very much.
"Don't come any closer!" Gala shouted tremblingly as the dice drifted slowly towards him. but for free, the Dice got closer and closer to him. "Don't go near anyone!"
"Sir."
Seriously! Gala had risen with difficulty. His legs were shaking because it was the first time he had experienced this strange and astonishing incident.
"Master, don't be afraid. I'm Dice."
I don't care about the voice and the introduction. Even though the handlebars of his bicycle were bent, the front wheels and wheels were flat, and he couldn't balance the way properly, Gala still rode his bike. I rushed to leave, and it seemed the best choice to go home. Maybe this day was so unlucky that it caused extraordinary hallucinations.
"Master, you are the Last Horratio. You cannot violate your destiny."
Gala accelerated the pedaling of her bicycle. Several times almost slipped the rest of the scattered plastic waste. He was in such a hurry that many other drivers had to press their horns when the Gala at will cut the road. Gala herself was still very scared. His hands were shaking even more. No wonder he is often called a loser, a coward, and easily humiliated.
His courage is in the minus number. His face and body are supportive, but there are no guts. Even Gala ignored the many people who shouted her name as soon as she entered the flat. Especially Mr. Richard. He doesn't care. The tremors in his hands and feet were still felt even though his body was wrapped in a blanket.
"What was that?"
***
Gala wakes up hungry. Last night he did not tell Mr. Jian if you couldn't go to his house. Last night was terrifying for Gala. He promised and swore that he would never go down that hallway again, even if he could get to Mr.'s house sooner. Jian. Remembering the figure of a man whose age may be ten years apart from him, he immediately reached for his cellphone.
"I'm sorry, I," Gala said repeatedly. "Tonight will not be late to the house. Mr. Jian doesn't need to clean. That's my job."
The sound of chattering enough to make Gala sigh tired was heard. But Mr. Jian is okay. Kim. At the end of the call, Mr. Jian said, "Don't come back again. There's dry food you can stock up at home."
"Okay, Mr. Jian. Thank you." Gala's smile grew wide. He glanced at the clock on the phone screen. This morning he woke up two hours earlier than the alarm, which usually rang loudly and gave him a sudden headache. He felt a little guilty about Mr. Jian calling him so early in the morning. But Mr. voice Jian looks like he's still in good shape and hasn't slept all night?
Up to you. Most importantly, Gala had told him.
Glancing at his still wearing last night's clothes, even the dust stains when he rubbed the strange object, it was still there. Indisputable proof that what Gala experienced is accurate, not mere imagination. Not. Gala didn't want to think about it too long. He needs to eat, take a shower, then go back and repeat the tedious activity for some time.
As soon as he left the room and headed for the bathroom, the thing that glowed orange last night was floating with a soft blue glow. Illuminates the entire space there. Gala screamed in surprise and immediately turned to her room. Gala's reckless ruth and panic swept her, causing her to trip over a chair. Falling on his face hit the floor again.
"Sir are you okay?"
According to Gala, the woman's exit from the split dice earlier was even more frightening than the voice and the description of the strange, cold-looking woman who was also scary. He is like a shadow, but how can he hold and help Gala to wake up?
Crazy!
Everything is crazy!
Gala chose to just close and hope she woke up late.
"Sir? Are you okay?"
It was a strange sound. A voice Gala didn't need to hear. It was a frightening sound that made Gala even more unlucky. He thought so.
"Master, don't be afraid. I'm Dice. I'm here because Master freed me. Overnight."
"Go!" expelled Gala while waving her hand. "Go away!" He used one hand to cover his face. Gala was scared.
"But I can't go, sir. You are my Master now," he said quietly. Slow also sounds very sad. "If you are afraid, I will not appear until you accept my existence."
Then the blue light disappeared along with his figure. When Gala opened her eyes to confirm, the speckled box was already lying on the floor. The room is back to normal. Gala repeatedly rubbed her chest while roughly scooping her oily face.
"This is crazy," he said, shaking his head slowly. He tried to stand up with support on the chair that had made him fall. Her legs were still shaking. His mind went blank for a moment as the incident happened again. "It must have been a ghost. Seriously!"
Gala rushed to take a shower when Mr. chubby-faced. Kim suddenly flashed in his head. She didn't want anything to do with him anymore. She was hoping in my heart that today's bad luck was kind enough not to be present to ruin her day.
As it became a habit, even though she knew the refrigerator's contents were empty, Gala opened it. His eyes widened when the usual fridge filled with bottles of used milk, food wrappers that he was lazy to throw away, and pieces of rotting fruit, were now filled with food. Fresh fruit and boxes of fresh milk were also there, which Gala wanted to gulp down.
No matter who fills in, Gala does what's in her head. It wasn't much when his sharp nose smelled the delicious aroma of food, finding a reliable source where food was served on the dining table. Quickly, Gala closed her fridge with a bottle of milk. His eyes almost popped out of place when he saw the grilled chicken with salad and sauce.
"Oh Lord!"
***
"Why is your face a little different, Gala?" Marta, preparing sugar syrup to stock up on various drinks at her station, frowned. Found a Gala that looks a little brighter than usual.
Every morning he came, Gala did not show a cheerful face. Always gloomy. Not to mention looking disheveled like a man who has never known a comb, let alone his clothes. Marta hurts her eyes whenever she looks at Gala in the kitchen area. Luckily Gala was never allowed to work in front because it could make Mr.'s reputation. Kim plummeted.
"My face? Why my face?" Gala asked, confused. The soapy hand stupidly touched his left cheek. "Ah, it's full of soap," he moaned softly.
This made Marta shake her head while thinking how weird a Haidar Galaxy is when it acts. He always deserves to be called a loser and a coward, and he works like this. Not to mention weird.
"Gala, don't forget to take out all the trash and tie it properly!" shouted Mr. Kim from the door. The young man, who was already busy with various dirty dishes and other cooking utensils, immediately nodded.
Seeing the pile that had dwindled, his mind immediately drifted to the big black bags that were getting taller and taller. He had to drag her away because the delivery car was about to arrive.
Gala hastened the event to wash all the dirty equipment affected by the cooking fat. He didn't want to be resprayed by Mr. Kim. This morning, the fat man handed over a bag of bread in which there was an envelope in which Gala knew it was her salary. He could keep his promise to Mrs. Milly tonight.
I'm grateful.
Gala's thin smile did not fade, not because she had already received her salary. The pressure of his life is still prolonged, not to mention the work atmosphere where he still gets a lot of scorn and ridicule. But Gala tried to keep going while enjoying herself.
"Sir."
Gala flinched in surprise, almost jumping because the figure she had met this morning appeared there. The bags he was dragging fell and scattered a few of their contents. This made Gala grumble in annoyance, "Shit!"
"I'm helping."
The movement quickly grabbed whatever was in Gala's hand. It was also straightforward for the campaign to make the four large bags into a temporary storage tank in the corner of the back alley of Mr. Restaurant. Kim.
"Done," he said quietly. His figure was still lit up in blue, very bright.
"Enter!" Gala orders. He took out the dice box. Frowning, Dice, the girl's name, came in. Gala looked around. He was also petrified to watch out for anyone who saw him. He still couldn't digest what he had just heard at breakfast.
Where Dice tells a long story.