Chapter 3- Stranger Things
"Master, where are you going?" someone said to him.
He looked for the source of the sound and found a maid carrying a trolley of food.
Wearing a uniform decorated with white lace accents and a black dress with a short orange haircut, he rushed to her and grabbed the maid's shoulders. The maid at the front looked shocked and frightened. However, he paid no heed to her expression.
Now, in his mind, was how to get out of this strange and strange place.
"Where is the hospital reception room?" while still holding the maid tightly.
"Hospital? What is it, sir?" asked the waiter.
"Sir? What do you mean the 'master' the maid called?" he asked himself.
He was apprehensive about his mother and wanted to see her worried if his father or siblings would visit the house.
The strongest desire now was to take her away from there.
"What do you mean you don't know the hospital? Since when did the hospital look like this?" he asked angrily.
[Glup]
The maidservant grew more frightened, worried that the person in front would get angry and hit her. Around them, several people in similar-looking clothes appeared to be watching the two of them.
The man in a black uniform with a white shirt inside looks like he is doing cosplay.
"What's with him?" whispered one, aware of the firm grip causing her pain. He quickly let go of his hand, trying to calmly understand what was happening.
"Sorry for what I did. Why did you call me 'master' earlier? Then if you don't know the hospital, where is it?" set the sound.
Expect a lot from the woman standing in front.
"Master is at the Moore family residence." She answered nervously.
"Moore?" he said, surprised.
"Now, where are you going?" ensure.
"I'm going to deliver breakfast and be in charge of cleaning the room." replied the maid.
"Okay, let's go back to our room first. We walk together."
They both walked towards the room where he woke up and came out. He wanted to immediately ask many questions the maid walking beside him.
In that place, the roof of the building soars, so the head must be upright.
Paint the walls with bone white accents, decorated with paintings of foreigners, a portrait of a large family of the husband, wife, and four daughters.
The two girls there wore luxurious pink and yellow gold dresses.
On each of their daughters' heads was a beautiful tiara.
They stood between the figure of a father dressed in honorary clothes, decorated with gold badges hanging from the clothes worn, and not forgetting the white robes that hung down on his shoulders.
In front of them, a mother sits on a chair holding a beautiful baby girl in a white dress decorated with tiny lace. Another princess standing next to her was seen wearing the same outfit.
Behind the woman, a small boy was seen wearing neat and straightforward clothes, as if he did not wear nice clothes, feeling so foreign to his presence there.
The screech of the trolley being pushed made him wake up from the admiration of the paintings on display there.
After arriving at the large white door, they met the middle-aged man he had pushed earlier and gave him a stern look that made him uncomfortable, then turned his gaze in another direction.
"How is the condition?" asked the butler to the person in front.
"Mas...Master is fine. He wants me to walk together to the room while delivering breakfast and cleaning the room." she answered with her head down.
"Alright then, please serve him."
"Okay, butler."
The butler opened the door for both of them, and the door closed again. Even though it felt foreign, he felt this was a room he used to sleep in.
The maid walked to the large window next to the bed, letting a breeze into the room, adding freshness.
Seen a large tree branch sticking out, trying to break into the room, and the sound of birds chirping made him a little calmer.
"What's your name?".
"My name is Mary, sir. In charge of preparing your needs while here," she answered, busily arranging the room.
Mary's frightened face was gone.
"Where is this, Mary? I mean, which country is this?" he asked, confused.
"This is the kingdom of Rhodes, sir." while cleaning the table belonging to the person she talked to.
"Rhodes? Isn't that the name of the imperial country from the book I read earlier?" he whispered, thinking.
"What year is it, Mary?" feeling dizzy, already uncomfortable.
"The year 531 Miladi, sir.".
His head throbbed. The feeling of confusion made him recall the pain of an irresponsible attack.
It's hard to believe. He despised putting his storylines in a world of fantasy fiction.
Plus, the woman in the maid costume always called his name strangely. Nausea he held in caused him to break out in a cold sweat, wishing this was just a dream.
"Where's the bathroom?"
"Do you want to take a shower first?"
"Yes."
Mary was ushered into a hallway. A large room and a luxurious bathtub accommodating five to six people are called a swimming pool.
A stained glass window is ahead, shaped like a golden green crystal ball, flanked by two black and white owls.
Mary hurriedly turned on the warm water and poured some herbal-scented soap. The sound of running water helped the pool foam, prepared a few rolls of towels and clothes to dry off, and then said goodbye.
"Would you like someone to help you take a bath?" she asked before closing the door.
"No need." answer quickly.
The sound of the bathroom door closing still felt uncomfortable with the clothes he was wearing, white, soft when touching the skin, slowly removing his clothes showing something hanging there was moving.
"Hah!" look for the mirror and then look in the mirror. Trapped in a male body, jeweled blue eyes, and golden hair.
His suspicions proved to be in one of the novel's fictional characters 'Darren Moore'.
Dareen is a figure that he really hates. Broad abdominal and chest muscles are the dream of all women, replaced by something waving as if to say, I am a man.
Dareen's screams grew louder in the bathroom. Suddenly, the butler and Mary barged in to find him naked.