STRANIERA

Part 6

I wake up in the middle of the plane's landing. Something smells...oh wait that's me. I sniff-sniff myself under my arms. Ya, me. It is this onesie. I feel bad for the fat man sitting next to me, but luckily, he is still sleeping, and snoring like a tractor-but with a broken engine. Sorry man , no offence.

"You are allowed to loosen your seatbelts. Please sit tight, I will announce when you are allowed to stand up and exit the plane. Thank you.," that voice latterly sounds like Barbie's.

I loosen my seatbelt and run my hands through my hair. Wet. I bet it is just stress sweat. I just exhale.

"You are allowed to get off the plane. I hope you enjoyed the flight , have a save trip in Afghanistan.," there is that voice again.

I tap the man next to me a few times, but nothing just snoring. He is the flight attends problem now. I get up, grab my backpack that was in the shelf on top of my head where I was sitting. I head to the exit, but with my luck I ran into James-the-captain.

I try to keep my head down and start walking faster but it was so obvious. "Are you trying to get away from me?" he asks with a smirk. "5 feet away please, I smell." He step five feet away from me . "That I could tell." "Excuse me?" He points to my hair. "There is literally sweat dripping from your head. Damn got to say, I have never seen a girl sweat like that." I am sweating like a sponge getting squeezed out. "It's just stress sweat, okay," "I'm sure you don't always smell like that" WHAT A JERK. "Yea, thanks." I turn to leave but he grabs my arm. "Can I take you for coffee?" "Now?" "Yes." This man just said I smell, now he wants to take me for a date. "I smell, remember? But I cannot I need to get to my Uber." "Then tonight?" "Don't you have to fly home?" "Not until tomorrow night." I sigh. "I don't know the country." "Sweetie, Google maps. Just say yes." Hard to say no to those blue eyes. Why blue eyes, universe? "Okay, but I don't know where I'm living" "Then you can tell me all about it tonight." He hands me his phone. "You are sure, you want my sweaty hands touching your phone?" My hands were really sweety, so I rubbed it against my clothing. "Not if it's your sweat." And he blinks at me. "Smooth." I take his phone and insert my phone number into his contact list and press home. That was a wrong choice.

"YOU'RE MARRIED!" I throw his phone to the ground. "It's complicated!" "WHAT A CLICHÉ.BULLSPIT!" Furious and flustered I walk to the entrance of the airport and head straight to the luggage pick-up. I grabbed my boxes and bags and headed to the exit where I saw a man with a carton box saying, "Valida Schoor from Canada" That last part was not necessary.

"Hi." I say with a smile and reach out my hand to shake his. "I'm Valida Schoor." He just stares at me blankly. "From the U.K" I smile awkwardly and even my cheeks hurt. "سلام، من راننده شما هستم، از آشنایی با شما خوشحالم," and he sakes my hand constantly with a big smile. I just stare blankly at him and my awkward smile starts to fade. WHAT ON  EARTH DID THIS MAN JUST SAY. Must have been positive, I mean he is smiling. I let go of his hand and pull out my finger to show him just give me, one sec and I mouth the sentence 'just give me one sec' with facial expression. I pull out my phone and go to Google translate. I show him to talk by making a mouth movement with my hands moving up and down (like when you imagine your arm is a snake and your hands the face and mouth-just now I am only the mouth and signaling him to speak again.)

He shakes his head, by gesturing that he understands, and he repeats his sentence, "سلام، من راننده شما هستم، از آشنایی با شما خوشحالم" Meaning: Hi, I am your driver, I am glad to meet you. Okay so they speak Persian. I reply back to the phone, "Meeting you is lovely." The translator replies, "ملاقات با شما دوست داشتنی است" He smiles at me, kind and humble. He takes my boxes and bags and put them into the car trunk. He then opens the door for me, and I got in.

I am not sure how long the drive is going to be, I am not even sure where I am at, for all I know they could be abducting me. Now the panic is starting. Valida get your mind on something else! Oh, that poor wife, I pity her for not knowing her husband is a lying bastard.

I open my Instagram on my laptop and get to the search option, typing 'James." That was stupid, I don't know his surname and the existence of the people with the name 'James' is enormous. I close the tab and go to Google and type in 'U.K airways.com' and it takes me straight to the airport's website. I browse around until I get to look at the staff working at the airport and go under 'Captains.' I scroll down to the 'J's' and there he is, the cheating bastard of 2022.

'James Holtshauzen' Copy.

I go back to my previous tab and go back to the search option. Paste. Got ya. I click on his name and to my surprise he does not have a private account, but I mean why would he, he think's the sun shines out of his ass. His wife's a tall woman with dark curly hair,hazel brown eyes and she's a MODEL. Is there something in that man's head that is not adding up. I go to her @  and straight to het dm's. I must get it out of my system.

'Your husband is a cheating bastard. He hit on me on the flight I took from the U.K to Afghanistan. I am sorry, but I cannot keep it to myself, women  help woman, I guess. But if you forgive him, you are only cheating yourself-sorry for being so brutal about it."

To my surprise she answered quick. I had to be honest I did not even think she was ever going to read it, she has like 40K followers and over 2000 dm's. Maybe the universe wanted her to know what her husband was doing.

Open.

'Sweetie, we have an open relationship"

BLIMEY!

Seeeeshhhh, the fact that people get married and do that, I do not relate to but yea okay, whatever floats your goat. (I did mean 'goat' not 'boat,' it was an inside joke with Danny.