"Where's my money? How come it's not there?" Dyra shouted as soon as he opened his wallet from his drawer it disappeared.

He really needed the money to pay for his schooling. His father gave the money a week ago, but Dyra has not had time to pay it off to the school.

He re-opened the drawer, looking for it again and again. However, the existence of the money is not visible in plain sight. Then, where did Dyra's money go?

How is it possible for his own money to go into someone else's wallet? That's pretty much impossible, right?

Dyra frantically searched for the money, but to no avail, the money he had saved disappeared to nowhere.

The girl sat alone in the corner of the closet, contemplating every last incident. He doesn't remember anything, because his school activities have taken up a lot of his time.

He didn't have much chance to see where his money was every second. However, losing the money made him regret. Why didn't Dyra take the time to peek at his wallet for a while?

Dyra lowered her head into the endless cries. He was confused about how to talk about it to his father. However, there was no other choice until the girl finally decided to be honest.

"Dyra!" The voice sounded from outside, it seemed his father had just come home.

The girl hurriedly opened the door that her father knocked on. The figure of a well-built man was frozen. From his face he looked very tired. Does Dyra not have the heart to see him who has struggled to make a living, but carelessly he can't keep his money properly.

Maybe, this time is not right. He had to find a way to get the money back into his hands. However, how? The only way is to replace it with the money.

Where did he get that much money from? Not possible from his pocket money for several months. That way will take a very long time.

She went to her room for another moment of silence. Thinking of a way that he can return the money to pay his monthly school fees.

His wallet was turned over and over again looking for loopholes. However, to no avail he did not find it.

From inside the folding wallet, Dyra saw a white shadow that caught his attention. The girl looked at him again until his eyes caught the figure of a naked child without clothes.

Who's he?

How could there be a small child in his wallet sitting there? Where did he come in from?

"Hey! Who are you?" asked Dira.

No answer. His image slowly faded from Dyra's sight. The girl shrugged her shoulders, maybe she was wrong.

His head nearly exploded at the thought of his missing money. Until finally she decided to close her eyes. However, a gentle breeze caressed him making his nets open again perfectly.

From a distance not far from him, a piece of money appeared in front of his eyes. "Whose money is that?" Dyra inched from his lie down.

The sheet of money showed a tiny girl with long hair. Wait, isn't that him? How can he become a hero displayed on one of the banknotes?

"Isn't that my face?" he asked quietly.

The image of himself entered the sheet of paper, he also did not know why his figure was honored until his face was plastered there.

His eyes could see the money in a three-dimensional image. His soul also went into there so he did not know how it could happen.

His eyes combed in all directions until he caught the figure of a five year old child running around. The boy was naked as naked as he could see from inside his purse.

Then, who exactly is that little boy? Questions were popping up from Dyra's head.

The boy sped up to Dyra who was in the form of a sheet of paper money. Grabbed it hastily, then carried it away from the room.

Dyra finally found out if the money he lost was taken by the little boy. Not wanting that to happen, the girl tried to snatch it back.

"Hey! Who are you?" Dyra asked in a high voice.

"Why does money talk?"

"Why are you also able to talk? How come a small child is already smart." Dara stared intently at the little boy.

"Hey! Who are you?" asked the boy songly.

"I also asked, who are you?"

At that question, the bald-headed child silently lowered his head. He was starting to get scared, because he might be caught and he wouldn't be able to walk around anymore.

"Who are you? Please answer!" said Dara firmly.

"I-I'm stupid."

"What? Tuyul?"

The boy still lowered his head deeply, he was starting to get scared.

"You often take money, right? Including my money?" asked Dyra to make sure.

Slowly, tuyul nodded his head. He could no longer argue because his behavior was caught red-handed.

"Give me my money back!" said Dira.

Although initially reluctant, but finally the tuyul thrust a few bills. He had no other choice, maybe it would be better.

"You don't take any more money!"

"Meaning if it's someone else's money, okay?" he asked innocently.

"Heh, Tuyul. That's a lot of questions."

After getting the money that was lost yesterday, but now in his hands.

"But I'm no ordinary tuyul."

"If the name is tuyul, it's still the money thief," said Dyra.

The little boy was silent, because Dyra's words were true. From among their peers, none of them are just sleeping, they are wandering around each other looking for money to support their adopted family.

"You should be aware, Tuyul. From now on, you can't steal anymore."

"Why?" asked the tuyul.

"Stealing is bad behavior."

"So, I have to retire being a tuyul?" she asked, sobbing.

Dara nodded slowly. "You can find another profession, as long as you don't be stupid anymore."

"So from now on I have to repent, right, Dy? For the sake of welfare together?" he asked.

"Well, you know that, Yul. You're a very smart bald tuyul."

"His name is also tuyul, he must be bald, Dy. If he's not bald, it means his name is bald."

She slapped her forehead lightly. "Oh yes yes. How are you smart, Yul?"

"Because before I was a tuyul, I was like you. I went to school."

Dyra laughed when he heard his words. He didn't even think about it. His eyes occasionally glanced at his left hand which was still faithfully holding the money.

He was still paranoid about the incident of losing the money, until the whole second the girl held it.

"Bad tuyul." Dyra stroked the tuyul's head which was now giggling.

"Being in another world, it just gives me goosebumps. How do I get back to normal like everyone else?" asked Dira anxiously.