Most people say that they don't understand why we need to study too much, even if that knowledge is never gonna come in handy. like seriously, Physics. How integrational, derivational physics suppose to use when the person is an art student, or just a normal person. Normal physics doesn't make sense to me unless it is physics about space. I once wanted to be a Astronaut but then one day I got introduced to physics theoretically, then I didn't know how all these year I am still studying physics. Even in college. Otherwise I love physics. It was practically demonstrated by my grandfather when I was training with him for karate fighting moves, I guess that time I was 10 year old and I was so much infatuated by these application of physics. And the only thing that i can explain without any problem is "Every action has equal and opposite reaction." If I think about this law it is very philosophical law to me, I don't know why, between my philosophy isn't strong so let it be as it was.
So, where was I again?
Oh yes I remember, I was blackout, or I was sleeping. Something is going on, but currently now I am looking at a bright light, maybe. I don't think so I opened my eyes yet. Am I acting weird? Sorry, I guess my brain is not working properly I should take a longer sleep.
I felt some ruffling on my upper clothing. I think someone is trying to wake me up. But I wont wake up because I want to sleep.
Great! I am trying to sleep, but now I am feeling poky thingy on my legs. I am confused if it this is hurting me or not. I guess its hurting. I can feel pain same, just like when we get injection, maybe. I have a fear of injections i just remembered now. That means.....
AA............aa...................................!!!! I screamed my lungs out. At the same time i opened my eyes and saw people surrounding me. I got kind of shocked. Not because of people surrounding me but the clothes they had been wearing. They moved little backwards due to sudden screaming of mine. As they moved back, my not so blurry eyes noticed wooden shaft with finely carved pointy ends of metal of some kind in there hands, unfortunately pointing at me.
Where the heck am I? There was silence for minutes. So I broke the silence. obviously someone had to.
Now that I started to speak something like 'hey hi, how are you guys. You guys have such an amazing fashion with side up down skirts with tribal design on it, and partial shoulder rag as a top. I guess that upper part is not the thing i called for it, but your outfit looks amazing. I would have tried it in informal parties. but the head bands you guys are wearing giving a very classic look with the outfit, i have to say you guys know really what fashion is. it is other thing that you guys look very ancient with this ... this kind of weapons' I said as I touched the pointy end and pushed it away from me. they were still staring at me like am an Orangutan came from another world.
'Doesn't she look like Orangutan from another world?!' Wow! what a heavy voice.
'Its nice to know that you can understand my language, I can't tell you how happy I am!' I said as I clapped my hands and smile at them. But I don't know why everyone is laughing round me.
'Looks like we got our self a slave whom we can sell at high price as she know our language.' appeared a women from behind the bulky man who has again held me a target for his wooden shaft with carved pointy metal end. Sorry I don't know what it is called, because I remember when grandfather was explaining weapons something same as this structure, I wasn't paying attention to it. My bad.
But wait. I should be scared right now. They are going to sell me? who does that in this century? But they don't look like they are of this century. what should I do now?
In my self thought process, I forgot to ask them where am I actually. So I decided to ask.
'Can you guys please tell me where I am?'
'Artan.' said a small boy whom I didn't notice that some kids are here too.
'Take her to cage in village.' I didn't expect that this beautiful looking old women would give this kind of order. So who am I to listen.
Aksara