Dream Is An Alternate Universe

Dream Is An Alternate Universe
Because of the Bottle of Cute


Sita's eyebrows linked as she sensed something odd about her count.


“Tseven ... eight? How can it be eight? Who's missing?” he muttered alone while observing the photos of the man on the label of the green tea bottle.


“Oh, jesus, fuck! Brother Jataaa!” Sita screamed so loud that she woke up the orange cat belonging to her neighbor who was lying around.


“Moreover this? Still morning make a scene,” reply Jatayu, her brother who is now poking behind the door.


“This is it, Doyoung-ku is gone,” the sword.


“What? My merfolk? What dugong?” reply original Jatayu.


“Not a mermaid, but Doyoung. That's member name NCT,” explained Sita.


“Loh, then it's none of my business, dong, Ta?”


“How is sister business? Didn't you just clean my room?”


“My relationship is the same duyu .. uh ... Doyoung what?” They began to argue fiercely, the classic thing that his sister and brother did.


“This, he's part of these handsome bottles, Brother, supposedly,” Sita explained while pointing at the eight bottles that were on the small shelf, “Well, he should be here, he said, but now it is gone.”


“May fall?” reply Jatayu origin because he was not interested in the strange collection of his sister.


“Nothing, it was supposed to be on my desk because I just wanted to say it again. Hm ...,” Sita rubbed her chin out of curiosity where the tea bottle labeled the Korean man named Doyoung went.


While Jatayu rounded his eyes as he remembered something, “Oh! The one on the table?”


“Yes! Sister see?” asked Jatayu's younger sister enthusiastically.


“Uh ... Hm ... Look ... hell,” the answer is staggered.


“Continue now where?”


“Eh ... umm .. in ..” right now Jatayu is eager to condemn his carelessness which will surely make his younger brother angry. He also wanted to cover it up. However, the rice was already so tired, how else, he could only be honest with Sita.


“I threw away,” flowed.


“What? B ... discard?” as Jatayu expected, Sita's reaction with such a high tone, showed anger.


“I think it's your other trash... You ‘kan slovenly, Ta, often finished drinking something not thrown away,” Jatayu frankly.


“Jeez, yes Gusti. Brother, please ask before throwing away my things. Alright, I can tolerate my wasted movie tickets .. if this one ...,” Sita does not finish the sentence. He just sighed and still looked annoyed. Even if you say, the girl looks like she's going to cry.


“Yes, why are you also collecting strange items like this? What vial? A handsome? Am I not handsome enough?” Jatayu issued a plea.


“Jeez, Sita. Not that there are so many bottles, huh? Just search again. Why is it made difficult, anyway?” gerutu Jatayu while watching his sister who was observing the trash can.


“That's it, Brother. His problem. It wasn't just a picture tea bottle of an NCT member! There's money in it, brother. The money! U-A-N-H. Fractions of fifty thousand, the result of my writing contest which I set aside for ... Hm .. brother you know,” Sita again explained with emphasis.


“Money? Wait ... what? Why do you keep that kind of money in a bottle, Ta? What fraction, anyway? Here I change ...”


“No, it can't be replaced. The point is that you have to take responsibility by bringing the bottle home ... uh .. or at least the money .. with the replacement bottle, if for example, you find it in the landfill, or at least the money,” Sita gives her sister some kind of punishment.


“The final disposal place? That loft?”


“Sister also has the heart to throw away my bottle and money. Oh, yes, my sister's laptop was on for a while until my sister came back and brought a bottle of Doyoung's picture with my money. Okay?”


“Sita, but at 11 am I have an online class...”


“Kak Jatayu, I will now be online class. Well, then hurry up, Kak.” Sita brought her brother a jacket, mask, helmet, and motorcycle keys.


“Who knows should catch up far?” He reasoned. Forcibly, Jatayu got out of the house and checked the trash can in front of the house, where he threw out the house garbage. As a result, there is no rubbish. It must have been cleaned up and transported to the landfill, the man thought. Instead of looking in the mountains of garbage, it is better to buy a new bottle and give up a little money. Uh, no, that's a lot. So, Jatayu drove his motorcycle to the nearest minimarket. After arriving, the man went straight down the drink rack and looked for the tea bottle.


“This is a picture of people. But who? Ah, jeez I just don't know the face of the person in question,” muttered Jatayu. He read the name next to the photo in the photo label.


“Ta-e-yong? Nope. Jungwo-o's? Not particularly. Ah, no,” Sita's sister then walked out the minimarket and continued her search. He always stops at every minimarket. However, don't give up until you find the exact one that belongs to your sister from the start of the variant as well as the photo on the label. Until the 21st minimarket, he just found the exact one.


“Oh, finally! What time is it?” Jatayu saw a digital clock on his phone that showed it at 10:45. Quickly, he drank the contents of the tea, washed it, dried it with origin, and put 50 thousand rupiah into it. Inwardly, on the way home, Jatayu hoped that his sister would not be angry if she found out it was not the same bottle and money.


Geck! Geck! Geck!


“Big brother home!”


“Kak Jata, uh, wash your hands first,” welcome Sita cheerful while Jatayu directly go to the sink.


“Sorry, Brother. That's troublesome, huh?” Sita looked down in front of her brother.


“Hum, slightly. But, it's okay. I should have apologized for being careless. I know the money and the bottle were previously more valuable because there was .. um.. let's say historical value. But I try to be responsible. Nih,” Jatayu handed a bottle with a label that has a photo of Doyoung and contains money of 50 thousand rupiah.


“Loh, is this brother's money? Uh, no need then. I can collect it again,” reject Sita smooth.


“No, that's your right. What do you want to buy? Album yes?” ask Jatayu.


“Yes, excess money want me to donate. Hum, it's eleven o'clock, huh. Says there's class?”


“Oh, yes, class! Thanks for reminding me, my sister!”


“Sama-sama my sister is handsome!”