LEILA'S DREAM: Three Possibilities

CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING

I'm just a woman. Yes, a three-headed woman who is trying to enjoy the harsh reality of this world.

Five years during school I had to feel what it was like to be absent to come to school. How that feeling of fear kept haunting me. Until my family decided to move to the next town and I thought, I could open a new leaf, but no.

I was wrong, it's getting worse.

The backbone of our family has gone. I, as the only child, decided to embrace my dream of going to college. Banting bones to comfort the woman who gave birth to me. I would love to see that smile as warm as the sun. Really want.

Being too focused on work that is slowly starting to develop. Mom's not starting to moody anymore. He opened himself, even though he was smiling. But the smile is not the same as before. Until I decided to take some blind dates with a friend.

Although the first attempt failed, but the second, third, and so on I finally met a man who I thought we could take a more serious step, but once I was wrong.

"I'm pregnant, Al!" it was me who couldn't bear to tell you this big news.

"... Joking lo ga funny, tau ga," looked suspiciously at his lover for a moment and looked back at his phone, "Come to the mall. I want to start the movie." The answer without seeing me.

"I'm pregnant. Here, this is our son." Grabbing her lover's hand, to once again take her more seriously.

"Maybe, you were taking medicine at that time. Aye, right?" Successfully turned his gaze and looked calculatedly at his lover.

I could only nod my lower lip not daring to look at it. He finally looked at me. It took him a few seconds to come to his senses and pulled me violently. "****! Follow me!"

"Where are you?"

"To the doctor, ask again!" Answer with a ketus.

I who heard that without asking further felt the happiest person in this world. It was as if the world was playing tricks on me. Again, that's wrong.

"The age of its content is estimated to be five weeks."

We're now in a place where all pregnant women check the womb.

"I want an abortion, Doc" said the man standing next to me lightly.

"What?! Al! You are crazy!" I immediately stood up and snapped at him.

"What if I'm crazy?" Staring at me with raised eyebrows, "the son of shit knows! Try you think yes, you are pregnant out of wedlock, keep lo it's just—!"

I didn't want to hear it again and left immediately, but the man who broke my heart prevented me.

"Gugurin ga!"

"Why the hell are you?! This is our baby! Why do you want to fall?!" Not only did my heart hurt, my eyes did too. My eyes were getting blurred with tears that had been blocked.

Seeing my response, the man I was familiar with called Al I could see his jaw getting hardened followed by how hard he gripped my wrist now. "Lo also why don't you take the drugs, huh! Don't you usually pack drugs?!"

I usually do take vitamins and often buy drugs as well to prevent the occurrence of cold occur, and it's true. That day, he wanted to do it with me.

"And I told you. My health has been bad lately and the doctor advised me not to drink anymore. If not... Otherwise I can't get pregnant again. What if this is my last chance to get pregnant?!" my snapping was unbearable again with his attitude that always wanted to win by himself.

"Well, adoption is hard."

That's as easy as he says, "you... Al, this is our son," the pain is much more painful now.

"Our son, our son, you're probably out there just like any other guy. Lo quietly playing behind me, and you trap me with this excuse my son right, right?!" I don't want to lose the volume of my voice.

"Al! Where is your narrow mind?! You're the one who tapped my phone. You are almost always on the side. How can I cheat try?" I took a deep breath and continued my words. "You know for yourself that I'm as busy as I am and my own mother is at home. I cheated on him where he tried. Try saying!"

Our quarrels suddenly began to become a public spectacle now. Whispers were not wearing and full of question marks I could hear.

"Yes, how do you know you're playing quietly behind my back when I fit again work. Oh yeah, that must be the employee's son. I don't think you like the same thing." See now that belittling smile makes me want to punch him right now, but the more whispers people can hear I can hear very clearly.

That look of underestimation. I hate it so much, I thought I really wanted to end it all, "Al!"

"What, huh? Whahuh? Yes already. I don't want responsibility."

I stared with a look of disbelief.

"The baby is not my son and I don't want responsibility. Point!"

Well, it's the end of a sweet-tasting romance that ends bitterly. It might also be my fault for wanting to do so, but the doctor's words continue to haunt me and Al's words reject my pregnancy.

Walking the seventh month of pregnancy. I woke up in the hospital feeling unbearable pain in my stomach. I was suddenly wearing a hospital patient and the news made me die.

"Sorry, we'll have to run the operation otherwise your life can't be saved and sorry, your baby can't we help."

Fuck that damned man. I can live alone and be happy with my soon-to-come little angel. That was my initial thought, but it all collapsed at once knowing that my stomach was no longer swollen, the incision marks there were gauze bandages, she said, and I don't know how to respond to what the person who just brought the bad news said.

Feelings of despair begin to reappear. It's not like the feeling I had during school, but the feeling of how your beautiful dream flower was forced to be destroyed by a fact you didn't like.

The effort I was building slowly began to decline. Mom was getting sick and angry. Starting to owe an impression here just to fulfill his worldly pleasures and make me have to work extra to pay it off. Until one day because one of the people who was fed up with my mother's debt that kept me dead. He decided to hit her.

I was alone in the end.

Like most people, each has its own prime. It was me then and now I decided to work in one of the bars with a small income with every time commuting to work spending time with virtual entertainment reading a novel.

I think I'm too old to read something like this, but this is medicine for me. Least. The transmigration genre is the most well-known genre for now. At first I read it sounds silly. How could the soul of someone who was especially dead move into one's body in another dimension. Moreover, to the world of the novel he had previously read. It sounds strange, but even stranger.

I read it.

Only use a cell phone and stay up in a dark room with the only source of light.

I don't know what luck I got. I managed to reach the top rank. Until some publishers start to look. Of course I'm happy, even more so how can I refuse it. I started writing and writing everything in my brain. Until I decided to stop working and focus on the book series that I am working on now.

The pen name I use makes me even more famous. I have sent five works that will be arranged by publishers who plan to be published soon.

I took a year off to calm my mind. Being a writer is not easy. In particular you have to be all characters together. My mind is a little wobbly—always—, but I made it through.

"... Very quiet."

I stood looking as far as the eyes looked at the vast lake with dusk adorning the sky. Who would have thought it was the most beautiful sight I would see.

The news of my death began to spread especially I was a rising novelist. Everyone who was curious started buying works from someone who had died and made my novel even more in demand. Everyone was curious about the series I was working on.

"Yes, who could have thought it would end like this."

I looked far away at how the feeling of floating and feeling light filled me.

"At least I've finished it. So, I have no regrets. So where's the court? Where will I be put? The paradise? Or hell?"

Sounds like notification sounds on the air.

Ding!

[BECAUSE OF THE CHARITY OF KARMA THAT YOU HAVE COLLECTED. YOU GET A SECOND CHANCE.]

Two words suddenly appeared in front of me. Like a hologram in the form of a light blue flat field with white writing that made me quite stunned.

"Th-this isn't funny at all. Please, I want to know where I'm going to be put. Where's the direction to hell?"

Well, because I always thought about going to hell because it made my employees who I was forced to fire.

They must have a grudge against me.

She was convinced that only an ordinary woman with charity could be estimated a little with so much sin. At least he knew clearly where he should be placed right now.

[SEEKING FOR THE WORLD TO OCCUPY.]

1%

2%

3%

"Why download? What's the signal in the afterlife this late?"

20%

45%

"Oh! Hurry along! 5G huh?!"

75%

88%

99%

"Well? How quit? Let's get one percent less, come on!"

100%

[GETTING A SUITABLE WORLD TO OCCUPY.]

[STARTING SOUL TRANSFER.]

"Wait on! Where's Nera—?!" not finished saying it, I have been moved to a place where towering trees and thin fog that managed to make my hair creep.

"Where's this? This isn't hell?"

Seeing how this forest looks quite dense and did not find the existence of other living things around it.

"Don't say... It's not like I thought it was, is it?"

Ding!

That voice again.

The transparent flat field was light blue with white writing it appeared again.

[THIS SYSTEM IS THE CONNECTING EYE OF THE GOD OF DEATH. BECAUSE OF YOUR PERSISTENCE TO ENTER HELL. THE GOD OF DEATH BEGINS TO CURIOUS WITH YOU.]

"Who?!"

I really don't want to suffer a ridiculous fate like this, really. It had lived enough for thirty years with all those trials.

No more.