My eyelids fluttered open, dazzled fighting against the white light penetrating through the window. As soon as I got my full vision, I found myself in an unfamiliar place, a simple small room with only a chair and a small table near me and a cupboard on the right side.
A woman in a traditional attire - Kebaya and a cloth skirt sitting on the wooden chair next to bedside welcomed me with her sweet friendly smile. Her voice softly echoed, greeting me.
"You're awake.".
Pressing on my elbow, my body jerked up to sit on the bed. My mouth mumbled. "Who are you?"
That woman's smile blasted at me. "My name's Euis, but you can call me Mrs. Ujang; that's how the people here refer to me. Ujang is my husband's name. May I know what your name is?" I stared at her in doubt; she was a stranger to m
