Author's Note : All of the original dialogues were re-translated into English by me from the Indonesian translation by our director, Arie Wijaya. Some words were also taken from Sparknotes' modern English version.

"Your Majesty, please look this way and look at this poor young man who was treated badly," the abbess came out of the gate of the abbey.

As we raised our heads to look at where the voice came from, we saw unbelievable scenery instead. My eyes automatically met another pair of brown eyes that reflected my realization. Those eyes told me that the owner and I had met each other before. Not only once, but twice, and on both accidents, we couldn't have said anything. Now on the third time we were facing each other, I just knew that we had to know each other.

"He looks like me," my master shook my shoulder and signaled me to look at the other man. "And he looks like you!"

There were two Dromios and two Antipholi.

Before we could even reach a conclusion to answer all of this unbelievable matter, my mistress stepped forward and said, "Do my eyes deceive me, or am I seeing two husbands?"

"One of them," the King pointed his staff to my master and his doppelganger, "is someone I know well." Then he laid his eyes on my doppelganger and me. "And so is one of them. But which ones are they? Can someone tell me?"

"Tell him, quick," my master unnecessarily slapped my arm. I was too amazed by all of this that my doppelganger raised his hand quicker.

"Me! Me, sir! I'm Dromio, and I beg you to forgive my master."

What?

"No, Your Majesty! It's me. I am Dromio. I am the one who begged you to let me stay here."

The King stared at us in confusion. As I gave The King the most pleading face I ever could, thanks to years and years of acting practice to convince everyone around me that my master was mean, my master's doppelganger suddenly rushed to the prisoner and said, "Are you Aegeon, or a ghost?"

"Oh, my old master," my doppelganger followed his master. "Who tied you up like this?"

Puzzlement was clear on my master's face as I looked at him, knowing that my face showed the same confusion.

"Whoever did that, I am going to loosen the tie. With his freedom, I am going to get back my husband," the nun suddenly rushed to this unknown prisoner, too.

What is actually happening here?

"Husband?" my master whispered.

"A nun with a husband?" I whispered back.

"Now tell me, Aegeon," the nun started as the old man had stood on his feet. "Aren't you the one who once had a wife named Emilia, who gave birth to twin boys?"

Hearing the word 'twin', both my master and I threw our eyes to look at our doppelgangers. I noticed that the guy wearing the same attire as me had pulled the wrong master. My master quickly released his grip and let him have his master back. Unexpectedly, he approached me with a grin, while I was ready to defense myself if I felt any threat.

"We met at the market," I said.

"Yes!" he excitedly exclaimed.

Looking at him this close, I couldn't deny the similarities between us. He suddenly pulled two caps and I realized that it was my cap that had fallen somewhere when my master and I was taken to the storage room by that crazy doctor.

I was delighted to have my cap back. I retrieved it from him and immediately wore it back. Seeing him mirror my moves to look at me, I couldn't help wondering if he was real. That was why I braced myself to touch the curls sticking out of his cap. Not getting used to strangers, I couldn't help flinching as he pinched my shirt to do the same thing I did.

When the nun mentioned my name, we listened to the nun's explanation about how my master and I had ended up here. I told the guy in front of me that it was me in the nuns story, but it seemed that he didn't quite get it.

We stopped looking at each other when The King mentioned our name. "Antipholus, you are the one coming from Corinth?"

"No, Your Majesty. I came from Syracuse," the other master then ripped my doppelganger and I apart.

"Wait! Don't stand beside each other! I can't tell which one of you—"

"I am the one coming from Corinth, Your Majesty," my master stepped forward.

"And I am the one coming with him," I said.

"Your great uncle, King Menaphon, the famous knight, had bought me to Ephesus," my master made sure that he was really the one The King knew so well.

"So," my mistress started. "Which one of you had lunch with me?"

"I did, kind lady," the other master said.

"Ah, then," my mistress moved closer to my master and tried to hold his arm. "You are my husband, aren't you?"

"No," my master coldly answered. "I'm going to say 'no' for that." I flinched as I imagined how that wouldn't end well.

"So am I, though she called me as her husband!" the other master worsened the situation. "But this generous lady, her sister who called me brother, if all of this are real, I hope I will have the chance to fix everything I have said to you today," he kneeled in front of Young Mistress Luciana as my master and I could only shrugged in puzzlement.

Everything started to be explained when the goldsmith revealed the tragedy behind the necklace. He had given the wrong master the necklace and asked my master for the money. That was when my master had been taken to the custody office.

"I had given Dromio the money, but I guess he didn't give it to you," my mistress said.

"No, mistress," I said. "Master only received the rope from me. And you had never given me any money!"

I was ready to dodge any attack in case my mistress threw her fan, but the other master said, "And I have this pouch full of money from you. My Dromio had brought it to me. I seems that we kept switching slaves all day. Everyone though that I was him and he was me. I bet that is how all of this errors happened."

I coudn't help nodding in agreement, as well as disappointment. Apparently, all of the bruised I had received today were for nothing.

My master took the pouch from his brother's hand and stepped closer to The King. "I want to use this money to bail our father."

"Ah, it isn't necessary. I am going to spare his life," The King wisely stated. Hearing The King's decision, it seemed that everyone hummed in agreement. My master gave me the pouch and told me to keep it. Suddenly, a hand came out of nowhere and tried to reach the pouch and I automatically slapped it and put it in my pocket. My master's brother was startled by my move and stepped back, rubbing the back of his hand.

The next thing happened was the woman from the café asking back her ring to my master. To my surprise, my master was so mean that he had kissed the woman's hand right in front of my mistress. I wondered if it was that easy to betray a woman when you were not a slave or servant.

I kept hiding behind my master's back as he talked with his brother. I noticed that my doppelganger was also doing the same thing. I tried to look at him several times, but I was too nervous that I threw my eyes somewhere else every time he did the same thing. I wondered how my master looked so comfortable chatting with his own reflection while I was actually still wondering about all of this.

When the abbess invited all of us inside the abbey to celebrate the re-unity of her family and everyone seemed to be eager to join all of us. All I wanted to do now was to go home with Luce and tell her everything that had happened today, but she didn't even give me the chance to call her as she went inside, following my mistress.

A hand suddenly pushed my head. I assumed it was, of course, my master. I then started to follow the twin Antipholi, trying to figure out which one was my master while trying to figure out how I should have felt now that I knew that I had a twin brother.

"Master," the guy wearing the same cap as mine tapped one of our masters' shoulder.

I had just realized that I was too close when the master who had been called suddenly threw a blow and it nearly hit me when the guy who was said to be my brother dodged it. I successfully cover my face, but my arm hit the head with curly hair sticking out of the cap. At least now I know which one my master was.

"Should I take back out luggage, sir?" the guy in front of me rubbed his head and groaned in pain.

"Dromio, what luggage are you talking about?" my master exclaimed.

"All of your things from the inn, sir."

"Ah, it is me. I am your master, Dromio," the other master stated. "You can mind our luggage later. Now, put that arm of yours on your brother's shoulder and have fun with him." With that, both of our masters went inside the abbey, leaving us alone.

Looking at each other, we let out our surprisingly similar awkward laughs. Of course, he started the conversation.

"You have a fat girlfriend back at your master's house," he nervously said.

"Ah, Luce?"

With that, a huge figure showed up and gave the guy beside me her signature hug. I couldn't help feeling jealous and left out.

"Luce!" I desperately wanted to separate them. "I am your Dromio!"

Luce then released him with her lips forming an 'oops'. Rushing to my side, she grabbed my arm and clung onto it.

"She treated me in the kitchen and she thought that I was you," the man in front of me continued in disgust.

Realizing what the sentence could mean, I turned my head to see Luce's worried face. "What did you do to him?" I whispered, the jealousy rushing back. But Luce only shook her head. I decided that it didn't matter when my so-called twin brother said, "I guess now she's going to be my sister-in-law, not my wife."

"Oh, of course," I said. If there was one thing I didn't want to share with anyone else in this world, it would be Luce. "Besides, I think you are more like a mirror to me, not my brother. And I can see from yourself that apparently, I am a pretty good-looking fellow. Right, Luce?"

Both of them gave me an agreeing response.

"Now, do you want to go inside and join everyone?"

"Sure! After you, my brother," he waited for me to lead him. "You're older than me, right?"

"That's a good point," I said. "How can we determine who is the eldest between us?" I could feel Luce nodding in agreement.

"How about," he looked around him before he found something in his pocket, "we draw a straw to figure it out?" He proudly showed us the straw he had drawn.

I took the straw from his hand and showed it to Luce. We both started to doubt the fact that this guy was really my twin brother.

"No, no, no. I'm going to tell you this. We came into this world as brothers, so, now, let's go together, hand in hand, not one before the other."

"Sure! Let's do it together!" he grabbed my arm and pulled me, leaving Luce alone.

"Wait! Wait!" I said. "We can't leave her."

"Oh, come on. Of course, we can."

"No, we can't," I started to hear Luce's dramatic cry. "Let's go back, before it's too late," I dragged him back outside.

We came back and I was about to do something that I had never done before. I signaled my so-called twin brother to receive an honor to kiss Luce's right cheek as I had her left. I still didn't know why he didn't want to do it, but Luce had turned her cry into giggles. With that, I kissed her as I heard my so-called twin brother's muffled scream and decided to ignore it.

Overwhelmed by all of the errors that had happened today, I couldn't even realize how relieved I was that it was finally over. Without warning, my left hand took Luce's face as a signal of what I was about to do. I could see my so-called twin brother's eyes widened in surprise before he cringed in horror. Ignoring the disgust on his face, I covered my face and Luce's with my cap as I kissed her. As usual, her lips crushed mine as mine crushed hers. After some long seconds, I had just realized that my so-called twin brother had witnessed our dramatic act. As our lips parted, I grinned as I finally told the guy with the shocked face, "Just get used to it."