"Life is a lifestyle?"
Zidan muttered himself, even he himself was not sure what he meant.
From the beginning, he just sweeping the room - not scolded by Mama.
But in the end ... all this ended into something that didn't make sense at all.
Try to imagine:
Again fun sweeping, cleaning up the room while listening to K-Pop music,
Continue suddenly-hacciu!
One sneezing.
And suddenly, he was already standing in a luxury apartment.
Empty. Quiet. But it looks really expensive.
Where is the logic?!
Zidan Celingukan, still holding a broom, thinking:
"Don't tell me I faint because of too much cleansing liquid?"
But no.
This place is too clean. Too real.
And worse ... this place feels familiar.
Zidan walked slowly towards the next room.
His eyes sweep the contents of the apartment that is too neat, too minimalist, and too quiet. There are no signs of life-this place is only used for interior magazine catalog displays.
Until finally, he found the bathroom.
With hesitation, he opened the door - and was immediately greeted by the reflection of the face from a large mirror attached to the sink.
Zidan was silent.
His eyes widened.
The broom in his hand fell to the floor, plek.
"WHO'S THIS?!"
Who stared back from the mirror instead of him.
Not Zidan Ar-Rayyan whose skin is brown, disheveled hair, and has acne scars on the right cheek.
Who is in front of him now ...
Is a sharp-faced man, pale white skin, jet black hair with neat pieces, and sharp gray eyes piercing. Really like a cold guy character that often appears in Korean novels or dramas.
Zidan approached slowly, trying to be sure.
But the face moved.
Follow the movements.
That's the mirror. Not a screen. Not illusion.
He pinched his own cheek. Sick.
He pat his cheek. More pain.
He bite his fingers. Still sick.
"So ... this is not a dream?" he muttered softly.
Zidan panicked. His heart beat faster.
His mind turned around everywhere, and one name appeared on his head. But he's the edge of his mind quickly.
"Damn ... is this just prank?" Zidan murmured softly.
"But why does it feel so real ..."
He dropped himself to the bathroom floor, squatting right in front of the sink. His hands trembled as he grabbed his own hair-which is now jet black, smooth, and far from his usual disheveled style.
With frustration, he ruffled the hair.
Hope all this will stop.
Hoping the camera screen will appear from the corner of the room, then someone says, "Prank! Hidden cameras, Bro!"
But no one came.
There is no sound other than his own heartbeat and heavy breathing.
The reflection of the foreign face in the mirror still looked at him with an empty expression - as if confused, just like him.
"Why am I ...? Why should I ...? And why is it only because of sneezing?! Crazy!"
"Then ... whose body am I placed now?"
Zidan's voice was barely audible as he looked at the foreign shadow in the mirror with a widened eyes.
His heart was pounding abysmally.
He traced his face with his hands-from a sharp jaw line, a nose that was too sharp for ordinary human size, to the cold gray eyes that made goosebumps.
No. This is not me.
Zidan stood up slowly, staring at him from the tip of the head to the chest - the thin black 200 who attached to the tall and athletic body. Even his posture is not the body of a thin teenager who often skipped the sport.
So...
One name appeared again on his head, this time clearer. Stronger. As if the subconscious tried to tell by force.
Ryuuga Noah Kaivandra Arkatama.
Antagonist.
The main enemy of the protagonist.
And most importantly - he will die tragically at the end of the story.
Zidan took a step back, then laughed dry.
"Crazy ... I entered the body of a person who would die."
"Even he died in the hands of his own family ..."
Zidan laughed donated, his voice was hoarse, bitter.
His head looked down, his shoulders trembled a little - not because of sadness, but because of the absurd reality that had just hit him like Palu Godam.
"Crazy ... it's really not funny."
The steps are shaken. He almost lost a footing when a step back from the sink, his back crashed into the cold wall of the bathroom.
His heart beat faster, and for a moment, the room felt more narrow. His breathing began to gasy, his head was dizzy - between panic and not accepted.
Ryuuga Noah Kaivandra Arkatama.
The antagonist who at the end of the story ... was killed by his own family.
And now, Zidan is him.
He looked back into the mirror, this time with a slightly teary eyes.
"Why should I, anyway?"
The voice came out softly, almost like a whisper.
---
After a few minutes of sitting on the floor, calming down while staring at the plain white bathroom ceiling, Zidan finally took a deep breath.
Slowly, he got up. His feet were still a bit trembling, but his mind began to be a little clear - even if he was in the body of the antagonist who would die still made nausea.
"What year is it now?" He muttered as he stepped out of the bathroom.
"Is the story running far away ... or just started?"
The question hung on his head like a morning mist. If he comes too late, maybe Ryuuga's destiny can't be changed. But if he comes at the beginning ... maybe, there is still hope.
With slow but steady steps, Zidan started the 'impromptu tour' in the luxury apartment.
His hand opened the door one by one - there was a modern minimalist living room, a clean kitchen that had never been used, and a large bedroom whose bed was very neat that it looked like he had not been touched by humans.
On a small table near the window, he found a digital clock and a newspaper folded neatly.
His eyes stared at the big number at that clock.
"Huh ... July 21, year ... 2027?"
Zidan froze. His breath choked.
His hand hurriedly grabbed the newspaper, opened the front yard, and-just really. The date is suitable. The contents of the news also feel familiar. Some of the names he read ... appear in the novel.
"So this ... just started."
A small smile engraved on his lips - mixed between relief and maximum stress.
"Okay. This means I still have time ... to savy myself."
---
Zidan dropped to the soft sofa in the living room of the apartment.
He looked at the ceiling for a moment, then took a deep breath, as if trying to arrange the rest of his sanity.
"Okay, Zidan ..." he murmured, hitting his cheeks slowly.
"The first thing you have to do is ..."
"Never approach the female protagonist. Point."
His finger pointed into the air like giving orders to himself.
"Because that woman - is the source of the main problem of this body."
He still remembers clearly how Ryuuga the antagonist slowly lost everything, it all started from too close to the main female character, the two-faced angels that were sweet on the outside, but the poison inside.
Zidan shook his head loudly.
"No, thanks. I don't want to die tragically just because of love."
He rose from the sofa and began to go back and forth, like someone who designed a survival strategy.
"The second ... drain the wealth of Arkatama's family, continues to run away as far as possible."
Zidan smiled cunningly while imagining an unlimited ATM card, full digital balance, and living comfortably in the beach villa.
"If it fails ... yes, we are looking for a wealthy family who want to be unemployed like you."
He pointed to himself in the mirror of the wall, then raised the thumb.
"At least you are handsome, that's a living capital too."
He stopped. Low down. Think for a moment.
"And the third ... just think about it later."
Zidan took a deep breath.
His new life has just begun. And although absurd, strange, and full of question marks ... one thing is certain:
He must survive. Whatever the way.
---
Zidan sighed while dropping again on the sofa, one hand covered his face.
"But ... the female protagonist will enter the Arkatama family when, huh?"
He tilted his head, trying to remember the plot of the story he just read a few days ago.
"How come I forgot, anyway ..."
He tapped his fingers to the temple.
His face was tangled with frustration.
"Huh ... I don't know."
"Besides, it's a very stupid parents."
The tone of his voice rose one octave, full of emotions that were restrained.
"How many poisonous snakes are brought home alone?!"
Zidan raised his hands into the air, an expression of disbelief.
"They are rich! Really rich! Can't, that's it, look for information about the girl before being transported to the house like bringing a wild cat?!"
He got up from the sofa, walking to the kitchen while blabbering himself.
"Like never watching a drama or reading a novel, that's how it is clearly the face of the girl is really suspicious, the style of speech is smooth, the trap of Batman, eh, even greeted with a party."
Zidan opened the refrigerator - Cost.
He chuckled in annoyance.
"Well, already transmigration, starve too."
He leaned to the refrigerator while folding his arms.
"The point is now, don't let me meet the girl before the time.
Zidan stared outside the big window of the apartment, as if the new world out there was ready to give him a thousand problems.
And he wasn't ready any.