Zekeriya Guser – Captivated conductor of my very own extraordinary journey.

There were two knocks on the door of which the second was fainter than the first. He stood up from the dirty hotel room bed towards to the door while only thinking who that would be at 2.00 a.m. as he wasn’t expecting anyone what so ever. As he reached to the door handle; the door slowly opened only for him to see there were a woman barely standing next to the door looking into his eyes with the very green eyes in which he was lost for a moment.

As he was getting out of that half a sleep state he tried to ask who she was and what she wanted in the middle of the night. But the words weren’t coming out as he was willing them to be. Regardless of his inability to ask; she wasn’t listening and only whispering something which he couldn’t hear so he stopped and listed to her. He only then realized what she was saying.

“Fred” was the name she kept whispering of which he couldn’t of course made any sense. So even though feeling this would have been very wrong to do he let her in. She slowly walked to the bed and sat down. He also let himself to the chair next to the bed and start to check her put.

With blonde hair only a tad higher than her shoulders. A pink blouse with one shoulder longer than the other. Trousers that are a few tones brighter than the blouse she was wearing. She was obviously not some hooker hanging in the Hotel knocking doors. He also checked for a ring but there were none.

Also somehow she looked familiar in some ways but he thought this would only be one of those feelings you get every now and then or she might just looked like someone he knows. After all he was here in this hotel and in this country for the first time and what the chances he might know her are were. She also didn’t looked like from around there. Possibly European, maybe British or Scandinavian, there were tiny bit of make-up on her just to complement her eyes, a pair of very nice earrings, a couple a bracelets. Possibly here for business, which brought to mind that he might know her from his flight.

Yes, she was the lady he saw at the gate of her flight. But what were the chances she is turning up in the same hotel and her door in the middle of the night. While all these were going in his mind he realized that she stopped whispering the name and looked at him possibly trying to figure out how she knows her and even maybe why she is here.

Only then he asked her name. She waited for a second and replied “Susanne” with a very distinct British accent. After which he wanted to ask why was she there, why she was repeating that name and many more questions but she just laid down to the bed and fall asleep almost immediately so he thought It was for the best to solve this mystery in the morning and then he made himself comfortable on the chair and went to sleep.

In the morning he opened his eyes right after the first lights of the morning hit his eyes from the window that was looking out to the park right in front of the hotel and he immediately looked to the bed just to see she was gone.

He was totally confused but didn’t see the point of searching answers so just went to take a shower and left for the breakfast before him leaving for his meeting. When we walked into the restaurant, right across the room there she was, sitting with a cup of coffee and couple a little croissant in front of her of which possibly left alone after a few unsuccessful tries of eating them.

First he wasn’t sure about sitting next to her but then thinking that she knocked his door right in the middle on the night and making him to sleep on the chair without even a single explanation he thought that was only fair.

So he sat next to her and said; “Good morning!” with a little smile. As weird as it looked she didn’t seemed to have any idea who he was and a little annoyed with him sitting next to her without any explanations. So he though it’s best to explain it all at this point so he said “Do you at all remember me?” She shook her head sideways just to show she didn’t. So started to tell her the story of which she was not sure whether getting shocked or thinking he was just making up this story for a possibly creepy reason.

But he didn’t seemed like such a creep with his well ironed but a little wrinkled shirt as from travelling, nicely groomed hair and decent watch. So she though giving a chance to explain his story might have only be fair. As she listened the story it somehow made sense knowing the fact that the first thing she remembers is the noise of ice machine next to which she woke up and not her room.

So for a moment she looked at her with wondering eyes and asked his name after which he replied “Brian” and he added “and you are Susanne, right?” She was shocked once more but this time less than before as the story was way weirder than him knowing her name.

After he finished the story of which she barely listened as she was lost in the moment thinking what was she doing next to the ice machine rather than her room in the early morning.

He then took another sip from his coffee and asked if she flew here from Pantaconia yesterday afternoon. She replied “yes” which made sense to him as at least now he knows where he remembers her.

Now all left was why she was unconsciously knocked his door the night before. So he looked her arms for any signs of drug usage but nothing was there of which he was relieved for some reason.  But the feeling of relief was followed by curiosity of the reasons for the last 12 hours making sense. They continued their breakfast in a silence with occasional question of each other such as occupation and place of living and such.

Right after the breakfast was over they were supposed to leave for their meetings of some sorts or at least both though that way. So he stood up and said goodbye to her and asked to join him at the dinner which she agreed and they were off.

The day passed with him trying to make sense out of it all. As he came back to the hotel asked the reception for the room number of Susanne. The receptionist checked but couldn’t come across with any name that’s at all similar. He was optimistic, she might have used an alias for some reason. Which would also another reason for him to get even more curious.

He went to his room anyway and took of his clothes, lied on the bed, opened up one of the erotic channels and just chilled on the bed. As he open his eyes, the movie on the TV did ended so all he can see was the black screen, looked out of the window and it was all dark. Checked the clock it was 12:30 am. So then realised he missed his dinner with Susanne. And now he was sitting in a hotel room with no shred of sleep and lots of time till the morning. So he opened the mini bar, grab a little bottle of whiskey and poured it into the glass. The only thing missing was the couple ice cubes to compliment the glass and company him for the next half an hour or so.

So he left his room to get to the ice machine at the end of the corridor only to find out the machine was broken so he went to the one down stairs and on the stairs he walk past a guy.

Hello my friend, I am Zac, the guy who tries and struggles to write this story. And by this time I suppose you have already realized I no idea how to finish it so I keep stalling. Since it’s pretty clear that I am not a great writer and just piffling here. And if you might remember I have had warned you right at the title. I mean If you haven’t been able to give up reading the above story for some 1400 words yet you probably will not and get to the end of it and my friend it’s not getting any better so my humble suggestion to you would be depending on whatever the time now at wherever you are; get a decent book If it’s night time or call an old friend and chat about your lives since the last time you spoke. If you are at work, do some work for god’s sake… Or just get out and get some fresh air, you obviously need it if you end up here!

Anyway enjoy the rest of your days,

All the best,

Zac,