Hopeless Reincarnation's
Prologue: About Aramaic

When he was young, Aram thought his life would have a beautiful and happy plot. Like the romantic stories from the story of the picisan that he loved first. A stable job, a well-off life, or, getting married young before the age of 22 with cute twins. But fate laughs at that.

In fact, in the age of the thirties, Aram's work only became “budak” in a small company on the outskirts of the capital. A mediocre salary even makes him have to work overtime on Sunday nights. Then, when Aram should return to boarding quietly, he actually bore his mother's nagging on the phone.

“Try that beautiful photo, you know, Ram. Smile to look friendly. Mama, right, is also confused to look to people who want to know you if your face serem almighty rich so.”

“Lho, isn't that good, Ma? Let them see the heart of Aram, the physical. Moreover, Aramaic face that is RBF*.”

*resting bi**face (RBF) rests the face but with an expression that inadvertently creates an angry, upset, or insulting impression.

“Rbeef erbeef let alone your term it, weird. Looking for a soul mate, really, ogah-ogan continues. Just next week application, you know.” Aram pursed his lips, already know where this conversation will go.

“Iya, Mother. Aram is still on his way to the boarding house. Aram hang up, yes.”

“Just don't forget to go home, yeah. Mama disappointed if you again do not appreciate the family event.”

‘Click.’

Aram turned off the call with a sigh. The trip to the boarding house which should be only fifteen minutes finally stopped long enough in the suburban seating of the road.

Somehow the conversation made the mind saturated Aram lazy to step foot to go home. Aram tries to find solace on social media.

A new story from his college friend appeared with his photo upload with a random make-up picture, Aram read the caption “Bridal shower with my cupids”.

Aram was confused, as he remembered his friend's bridal shower was held tomorrow night. He remembered because he also got his invitation. With hesitation, Aram called his friend's number.

“Aramm, I’m so so sorry!” Aram's friend's voice from the other end of the phone sounded a sad, forced look. “Our other winners turned out to be a lot of times today. And u said, busy till late night on Saturday, right? I'm not good to tell you that the show is on reschedule.”

Aram understood, he was never considered in that friendship. “How come, I want to know that tomorrow I will also gabisa dateng. Turns out your show is already today, so, it’s okay.”

Aram lied, he had even prepared a gift for his friend. But his friend posted the event, which he said was impromptu on social media.

“Okay, Aram. Though you who fooled me the same Brian, I’m still sad you can’t come. I'll plan a special treat for you later, deh.”  Aram agreed half-heartedly. At least a small talk plan.

The call was closed after Aram listened one by one to the sad words of his other friends. Aram knew they were not completely honest, but, he was already disappointed and only understood the sad pretend it was so as not to aggravate the atmosphere.

Not wanting to be melancholy, Aram continued to see other posts. This time a video post from one of ‘ workmates’ who, his younger age but higher position, is doing a welcoming party of new employees in his office. Aram laughed again.

It seems, not only upset his mother for being single until the age of thirty, Aram also has the ability not seen in the circle of his life now.

Pantingly. Aram finally turned off the phone, however, the reflection of the screen actually showed Aram's unkempt face. Worn glasses hide the color of his eyes, while the original pigtailed Aram hair sticking out, never had a model other than the square of a boat.

Aram noticed that his skin which was originally yellow is now rubbing, his work clothes have not changed for three years. Aram turned his face, and laughed. Laughter is half frustrated.

“HA-HAS. Fate moron!!!

Aram threw the curse into the empty air. The quiet middle-of-the-night road made him able to scream as much as possible. After all, no one cared for a woman in her thirties. Especially with an unkempt body and mediocre money from a job that drains energy on weekends.

All of those consciousnesses seemed to clarify his fate. In this world, Aram is nothing more than a supporting actor who sees the happy stories of others. And, Aram hates that role. Because if he suddenly disappeared from the world today, no one would know.

Aram closed his eyes, he did not want to go home and accepted his destiny as a supporting actor. Aram thinks it would be better for him to be an antagonist who makes everyone suffer. Because even though he has no happy ending, his departure will still be a happiness for many people.

Then, it was like receiving a desperate call. Destiny is coming.

'TIINN!!TIIIN!!NOOO!!'

The sound of the horn broke the silence of the night. Aram reflexively turned his head towards the source of the sound and saw a truck speeding uncontrollably right in the direction he was sitting. There's no time to run. Perhaps, from the deepest of hearts, Aram was also reluctant to dodge.

“Haha,” Aram actually returned to laughing while widening his hands. “Destiny really hates me. Welcome to death!!”

‘BRAK!!’ Sound of collision breaks hearing. Aram's view darkened.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

notes:

Welcome to the Western Fantasy!! Starting ep front has begun to enter the story in the kingdom isekai (other world).

~Happy Reading~