Alec jolted up and screamed like banshee as he was too surprised. The last thing he remembers was that he tried to fend off burglar who shoots him in chest and took his phone and bag as he's wandering or rather got lost on south side of the town. He's been stranded in the States for two years since the start of COVID and has been planning to go back to Indonesia. He's traveling from New York, Atlanta, New Jersey, California, and the last place he got stranded and shot was in Chicago.
He realized something strange as he checked his chest and realized he had no pain at all and was not even bleeding from his gunshot wound. He takes a look around and realizes that he's in his old home, the home he shared with his parents in Ancol and his parents' voices could be heard from the door and they're knocking his door worriedly.
He took a look at his phone and saw it was his old Motorola T725. He sighed as he saw the dates, Monday, June 13th 2005, at 10.20 pm the exact same time as when he got shot but different date, month and year. He hasn't seen this phone for almost a decade and he slapped his thigh, it hurts like hell, it's not a dream.
"What's wrong, Dear?" He heard his mother ask.
"Nothing, just a nightmare, Mom," he smiled.
"Sure you ok?" his father asked worriedly.
"I am okay, Dad," he sighed, grabbed his laptop, pack of cigarettes, wallet, and car key, and put it on his backpack. "I'll be back after midnight."
He went to Starbucks at Sarinah, his second favorite places to go when he needs time to think, his first favorite place were the beach but he needed the Wi-Fi right now, he ordered a cup of hazelnut macchiato, asked for a Wi-Fi password and went to sit down at the open space that allows him to smoke.
He opened up his old Acer laptop and sighed as he saw the holes on the keyboard. He sighed frustratingly as he forgot how slow the Indonesian Internet at this time. He went to make a note of everything he remembered going to happen in the future. He remembers the exact incident but forgets about the dates, only vaguely remembering the month and years.
He makes notes on his Microsoft Excel to make everything easier, he organizes everything he remembers, what incident was going to happen, what will be affected and everything. And he doesn't forget to add the phone launching and what brand he had and what brand he's going to buy. And he's stumped on who's going to die and what's the cause and was it preventable. He tapped on his cigarette as he typed on every information he remembered and his cigarettes couldn't leave his lips at all.
He remembered something he shouldn't have, which is: he's supposed to propose to his girlfriend. But he hasn't proposed yet. So perhaps, he's going to break up with her since their marriage ended a year and 3 months after that.
He went onto the stock list at Forex and bought a few shares that he remembered could surely go up. And he searched for Shisha and how to make it smaller and compact. He used to make the liquid and changed everything himself.
He really wished that he regressed and went back to the past when USD was still 1500 to 2000 rupiah. But he's in his 30 now. He really wishes that he could take his NFT, Cryptocoin and Bitcoin trading to this year. Everything was wrong. He thought that he died when he got shot. It hurts like hell on his chest and before he went down, he remembered he got shot again on his head. Maybe he died, and woke up to his 30 years old again.
He never thought that he would be able to experience this kind of stuff that only happens in Korean or Chinese novels that his friends and girlfriends talked about. But he's glad that he still went into the same body, not some novel character he read. Maybe it's because he didn't like reading at all. But texting on this old phone makes him insane.
He missed his iPhone 14 and his iPad along with his iMac. He really missed his Vape. He had to make do with the tech nowadays. But he thinks he could make his own Vape and liquid since he used to do it and he could adjust the level of it.
He missed Amazon, Tokopedia, Shopee, Alibaba, Uber and Grab for their convenience. But he remembered at this time round, there's Kaskus and he planned to make use of it for selling stuff like spareparts and vaporizer. But before he knew it, he had already finished two pacs and his ashtray was full of cigarette butts. And it's almost 4 am. He sighed and drove back to his place
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!