Triangle (Driehoek)

A Time Where Somewhere

Somewhere, somewhere..

A man wakes up from his sleep.

Like someone who just woke up from sleep, the man blinked his eyes for a moment and rose from the bed and sat on the bed.

He looked around with a confused expression.

At this time he found the room where he was in was a room measuring about five by five meters with a wall completely made of brownish-red wood.

In his momentary observation just now, he also found that the lighting of the room was just a candle about two thumbs in diameter.

The candle is placed on a light yellow tin plate which in some parts of the paint has cracked and peeling. A hardened wax crust looks to fill the bottom of the canned plate. The candle-filled plate was placed on a small table to the left of the bed.

Still on the wall to the left of the bed, there is a window that has two shutters in a closed state.

The man shuffled and sat on the edge of the bed silent, seemingly thinking hard.

"Huaahm, "unknowingly she yawned.

Rubbed his eyes back and looked around, noticing his body that was currently bare-chested, wearing only black trousers. He raised both hands flipping them in front of his face, paying attention.

"Where am I. "the inner.

His eyebrows cringed. The thing that made him look confused was that he could not remember why he had fallen asleep here. Not even a single one of them remembered about the things before he woke up just now, including his own name he had forgotten.

"Who am I? And where am I? "The question is in the heart.

"What happened to me so I can't remember anything? "The mind is confused.

He thought this might just be a dream. He pinched his arm to make sure. Strange, this pinch does not hurt.

This is a dream, he thought.

"Do I have to fall asleep and wake up? "

"Or is it supposed to be pinched it doesn't really hurt? "Inner again.

He doubted his own thoughts, remembering basically none of them that he remembered right now, as if the memory in his head was simply erased.

In his rabble his head, his face, who knows there are bumps or wounds there, but after fumbling for a moment he can make sure there is nothing strange in the passage.

Finally he decided the best thing he could do right now was to get out of the room and look for answers.

When he was about to stand up he felt his pants sticky, probably because they were wet. But when he turned to the bed, on a thin mattress covered in white sheets, there were no traces of water seepage there. There were only traces of wrinkles and indentations in the place where he had been lying down. To be more certain he felt his pants, and indeed felt wet in his fingers when touching the pants even though then after he observed there was not a drop of water in his hands.

"It's really weird, "it's getting confused.

He was about to continue his initial intention towards the exit, when the corner of his eye saw something that had previously gone unnoticed.

Next to the right bed, a small table is seen standing exactly the same shape as the table on the left where the candle is placed.

What caught his attention was because on this table lay a keris without a sarong. This keris has a length of about 20 cm, very simple in shape. There are no curves at all in the keris stem, the shape of the handle is just dark dull wood without carving.

"Crisp? Whose is this? Is mine? "The mind asks again.

After holding and paying attention to the keris in his hand for a moment, there was inexplicably an urge within the man not to get far from this weapon. And again he was alone in this room, so he concluded that this weapon was his, so he slipped it into his belt.

He also stepped towards the door.

"crit.crit.. "Sounding the sound of the floor creaking slowly, he stared at the floor which turned out to be entirely made of wood. The man again frowned in confusion, the previous question of where he was was re-emerging in his mind.

But there would be no accurate conclusion without further clues, so he continued walking until he arrived at the door.

It turns out that this wooden door is made so simple, the lock is only a small piece of wood that is nailed to the wall and can be turned to the right or left.

In the turn of the wooden pieces so that the door can be opened "krieeet.." the creaking sound of the wooden door when opened.

A moment after the door creaked, there came the melodious voice of a woman from outside the room.

"Johan baby, is that you? "Once said the melodious voice.

"Johan's? "The man frowned then repeated saying the name slowly.

"Is my name Johan? "Inner.

"Nobody knows me at least, but just like everyone who knows each other why don't I feel like this woman's voice is familiar to me? "

Turns out the door to this room leads to a hallway. Just like the room he was in before, this hallway was also made of whole wood, both walls and floors. Seen some wooden stems are large enough as a buffer frame of the building. In a faint look two windows in this hallway with all the leaves of the window in a closed state.

"Where exactly am I? "Tell me again, no matter how many times in my heart. This building is so unique according to him, walls, floors, all made of wood. It was as if he was inside the stage house.

He also realized that the neglected thing from the beginning was that he had faintly heard the thinning of water, and that the sound was as if it were everywhere. In the lyrics to the bottom, try to find a gap between the floors to make sure there is a gurgle of water coming from there, but nothing is visible because it is dark.

But his curiosity he put aside first, because once he turned to the left of the hall where the voice of the woman came from, a beautiful European woman was seen standing.

This woman has brownish hair, has eye beads are also bright brown, beautiful.

Those brown eyes looked timidly at him. No, not afraid to look at him, if really noticed the view leads to the bottom, to his waist.

Let's just call this guy Johan's name, and Johan quickly covered the keris on his waist with his hands.

The woman's expression looked a little relieved after the keris on Johan's waist was no longer visible to her. The woman did not want to come near.

Johan moved a step forward, but the beautiful woman moved a step away, keeping her distance at a distance of about four meters.

Johan stared with a puzzled expression, then he tried to approach another step more slowly. This woman also took a step back.

"Stop messing around, what's going on? Who exactly are you? "Ask Johan began to get upset.

"I was afraid to talk to the man who was holding the gun, "the woman replied in fear.

"This weapon? "Reply Johan while glancing at the keris at the waist.

"I feel safe this gun on my waist, especially when I don't know where it is" Johan continued.

There is something suspicious about this woman, according to Feeling Johan. It was just that he had not been able to deduce what was suspicious of it, so he felt he had to be careful.

"Well I won't get any closer, but please explain to me what exactly is going on? "Ask Johan.

"What happened what do you mean? "Ask the woman with a confused expression.

Johan stared in annoyance and thought about looking for the right words, as this talk seemed like it would not take him anywhere.

"Who are you? Ehhmm. no. No, we're trying a simpler question, I mean what's your name? "Ask Johan, he tried to smile to melt the atmosphere.

"Nora, "the woman answered.

Johan stared with a questioning expression, shrugged and raised both hands up, so doang?

"Nora Visser, "the woman answered, giving her full name.

"Ok, well Nora Visser, do you know me? "Ask Johan again.

"How could I not know you, I am your fiance, "said Nora softly.

Degs.. Johan was shocked, was this really true? His inner.

The two of them were silent for a while, in silence Johan tried to summon his memory of this Nora Visser. But as hard as he tried, he still could not remember anything, completely blank.

"Well Nora, how do I usually call you? "Ask Johan.

"Nora, "the woman answered briefly.

"Oh ok, well Nora, my memory was lost when I woke up just now, " Johan said as he pointed towards the room.

"Do you know what really happened to me? "Ask Johan. He wished there was a clue he had gotten this time.

"I. that is, "said Nora while pointing timidly at the creak on Johan's waist.

"This crook? What's with this keris? "Ask Johan again.

"You are raging from holding that keris, you who are usually so kind to me as if you were turning into something else after holding that keris, "said Nora.

"After the rampage you passed out, and my friend who.."

Nora's speech was interrupted because of the male voice.

"I had to take you to your room, "so the man.

Johan turned towards the voice the man was coming from. In the dim light of the lamp beside the door of the room he saw a figure of a man standing several meters behind him. This man either since when and how long he had been there, Johan did not feel his presence at all.

Johan asked the question, "and you? Whoareyou? Ask this new guy.