Abbysca Transmigration

A Soul that Traverses Time

His body feels so sick. He even thought that if all his joint bones were broken because to move his fingertips alone he could not.

A few minutes passed after he opened his eyes and found himself waking up in a strange place. The pale white ceiling of the room with one luxurious lamp hanging in the middle was the first thing he saw.

Since when was there a chandelier with such a luxurious design in his residence? although he was from the nobility, but for the past ten years, he had been living in the dormitory full of simplicity because of his work as a royal servant.

So, where is he now?

The woman was a little wary when she heard footsteps approaching her. I don't know what they're doing. But he felt some parts of his body being touched here and there with a cold object that he did not know. Damn it, if only he could move freely and have the energy, it was certain that brash hand was broken because of it.

"Miss Abby, can you hear me?"

Abby rolled her eyes to the right to stare at the figure who had just asked her to speak. There stood a handsome man in all white clothes staring at him with a smile. Looks like he's a doctor. Good thing, I hope these people don't have bad intentions for him.

His throat was dry and quite sore now, so Abby just closed her eyes and reopened them to answer the question, a sign that she could hear him.

The doctor nodded with a smile that did not fade from his face. Then, Abby faintly heard those people talk before the darkness came back to her after feeling the prick of a small, pointed object piercing through the skin of her arm.

It seems, he will be back unconscious for the next few hours.

. . .

The twilight came with a drizzle that sent the cold on the land of the capital. A man of high stature was seen walking quietly in the middle of the hospital corridor. The handsome face was still flat despite the news that his sister had just woken up from a long sleep. Shouldn't he be happy and speed up his steps to get there soon and be able to see the state of his sister? but no, he didn't do it.

Juna paused for a moment as he had already reached the door of the VIP room 1 that his sister occupied. His two hands clenched together at the sides of his body as he felt a turmoil of feelings he could not understand.

Alright, he was indeed relieved that the only brother he had was already awake. But if the person wakes up only to get back to messing up and make him have to continue to bear the shame, then Juna is more sincere if his sister does not have to wake up.

Deliberate indeed. But that thought crossed his mind several times.

After opening the door slowly, Juna could see a petite woman was trying to sit, on the right and left side there were two nurses who were helping him carefully. One held his sister's body so as not to touch, and the other raised the head of the bed by pressing the automatic button there.

The man was standing by the door. Noting Abby who was now leaning comfortably, also on the nurse who was keeping a small table containing a set of food in front of her sister.

"Go! let me do it." Juna approached and sat down on the empty bed of the patient. Without questioning or refuting, the two women immediately left politely. They did not have that much courage to harass an Anggara elder. Maybe, their job is just a name later.

Abby looked at the stranger who was looking at her without any meaningful expression. After waking up in a foreign place, seeing objects that are so foreign, now he also has to deal with many strangers.

For the second time he asked himself, where is he now?

Seeing the man never open his voice, Abby chose to do the same. His gaze descended on the food on the small table that was above his feet. Then, his hand was raised to pick up the glass filled with white water there. But damn, his hand was so hard to move.

Abby sighed while trying to regain her fortune. With a stiff and quivering movement, he was finally almost there. But before he managed to hold it, another larger hand had already taken it first.

Before long, the glass was near his mouth. In silence, Abby downed her drinking water with the help of a man she didn't yet know who her identity was.

"Thank you ka. anyway." His eyes closed, feeling a pain in his throat as he tried to speak. How long has he been asleep?

Abby said she opened her small mouth and let the bland, mushy meal greet her sense of taste. The waist-haired woman looked at the person who was feeding her carefully. His forehead shriveled because he felt familiar with his handsome face and cold nature.

Abby slightly gasped as she recalled the one name that came to her mind.

"Sister Ju..na?"

A juna? who her?

What made him even more shocked was, the man immediately turned to her with a questioning look. One eyebrow thick rose, like waiting for what Abby wanted to say.

"Arjuna Anggara."

The clear net was glaring as it again found its mouth spontaneously speaking just like that. Where does his brain remember his full name?

The breath sounded so heavy from Juna.

"I know our fraternal relationship isn't very good, but I'm still your sister, Abbysca Anggara. So, please call me politely!" his tone was so flat, yet it turned around with his action being quite attentive as he rubbed the corner of Abby's lips with a tissue as the girl was eating with ogah-ogahan.

Abbysca Anggara's.

Arjuna Anggara's.

Our brotherhood.

I'm still your brother.

The four sentences were so ringing in Abby's head. He had to close his eyes while trying to find a link between all of those sentences.

Suddenly, a long shadow swirled in his head like an opera performance he used to watch. The pain hit him as the shadow did not stop spinning making him squeeze his hair tight.

People in strange clothes. Why would Abby have so many memories with them? why did he wake up in this place? where are the people he knows? his comrades in arms in the kingdom, his only brother he has, his betrayer fiancee, the best friend who planned the murder for him. Where are they all going?

His breathing panted, his face paled along with Abby's consciousness which had to be re-taken by the darkness. The last thing he remembered was Juna who was calling out his name with a different look on his face. Apparently, the man was worried about her.

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TB

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