DAY ONE
Got into the airport. Waited there for almost 3 hours before boarding. Made friends with some foreigners. Ordered a nice cup of capucchino. Bought a magazine. And heard a woman mentioned my name (along with my interpretations).
"Last call to Mr. Pribadi Prananta..."
(Where the heck are you, bastard?)
"..passanger of Flight 574 destination.. (cut)"
(Yes, you who slipped your ticket inside the magazine you've just bought!)
"Please board into the plane..."
(Get your ass into the fucking plane, goddamit!!)
"..through Gate 17..."
(Can?t you read?!)
"... and please report on board..."
(We're gonna eat you alive!)
DAY TWO
Finally, a civilization on ground! After frustating hours inside plane. With a woman who seems to pushed all the energy to her mouth for spreading useless informations on my left seat (at this point I consider an earphone as a masterpiece device man has invented). And a bunch of clouds making funny faces and shapes on my right.
Got a pink note with several numbers written on it (081178XXXX... Yippie!) from Clara, the stewardess. Then she made a pose with her hand to mimic a phone. "Wow, cool! Could you do rabbit?" I asked. And the show-offs finally ended after she posed a Lamborghini, Eiffel Tower, and an elephant running from a mouse.
Called a cab and off easily to the hotel, or as I thought... (to be continued)
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