Chapter six
Assuming Italian hunks
Week later
"Hello"
"Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome aboard South African Airlines nonstop flight to South Africa. Please pay attention to your flight attendants evenly spaced throughout our cabin as we explain to you the emergency features of our Boeing 777 aircraft. To fasten your seatbelt, place the metal tip into the buckle and tighten the strap. To release your seatbelt, lift the top portion of the buckle. There are 6 emergency exits on board, 2 forward and 2 in the rear with 2 additional exits over the wing. In case of loss of electrical power, emergency track lighting near the floor will illuminate which leads you to the exits. If there is a loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will fall down atomically, just place the mask over your nose and tighten the strap, oxygen will flow automatically. Your seat cushion may be used as a flotation device, just remove the cushion from the seat, please your hands on the underside of the cushion and hold your wrists. There is no smoking on board our aircraft and tampering with the lavatory smoke detectors is an offense. We thank you for choosing our airline and if there is anything we can do to make your flight more enjoyable, please don't hesitate to ask! Sawubona. hambani katce"
Through all this I just nodded my head. The hostess smiled widely as if the ignorance and the lack of attentively was not bothering her.
When the plane was finally in the air. I closed my eyes and let myself relax.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Hmm?" I yawned and got into a sitting position.
"Would you like something to drink mam?" The air hostess smiled at me.
"Just water actually." I smiled and she responded with a nod.
She bended and fumbled her drawer until she finally got my drink out and handed me the water.
"And you sir?" She sighed in exhaustion.
I looked at my left waiting for his answer.
"Two wine glasses please." A man in his twenties' responded. Like me his eyes showed lack of sleep as our eyes were red and puffy.
"Are you sure sir? We have an alcohol tolerance." The airhostess asked while bending down her box.
"It's not for me. It's for me the beautiful lady besides me."
My head snapped at his direction. My eyes were wide and shocked.
"Yeah. I sure. Don't call me sir. I feel old." He smirked while bending closer to me to take the drink from the air hostess's hands. I tried my best to lean to my seat because I could feel his breath and his cologne burning in my nostrils.
Cassey, the flight attendant showed no difference as she asked the third person in our row.
"Would you open for me mi lady?" The man beside me asked. Gazing at the table in front of his seat.
"Ah okay." I stretched my hands so I could open it leaving an inch of distance. I suddenly felt like my 5'8 frame was looking shorter. Did god give short hands? How did I just noticed now?
The drink I had took has suddenly showed its effect as I felt a little tipsy.
"Just a minute." I smiled. I stood up and stretched my hands but my fingers were numb.
I tried to open his desk with my small hands but failing badly. I tried a lot but the little rectangular thing was not rotating. My hair was in his face. His hands were securing two glasses of wine while one of my knees was between his legs.
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The Sky is everywhere
SpiritualShe said : You shouldn't worry you know. As stars, they come in the night. But sky, my dear friend, is every where. I got my reply. It was sothing. As if she knew what I felt. And it scarred me. "There are thing in life we don't comprehend but tha...
