"Pizza. . . Craving for pizza."
That's all En could think at the back of her mind while waiting for the rest of the passengers to disembark the plane.
The first class passengers seem to be taking their time leaving as the skies don't agree with them stepping out of the air ship.
The frigid breeze of the wind and inhospitable cloudburst made the people stay a little longer to avoid getting soaked from the heavy downpour outside.
As her bluetooth headphone is about to die, En had no choice but to listen to everyone bickering as they await for the people in front to walk out.
"Měi gèrén dōu hàipà bèi lín shī"
The passenger beside her said as they continue to wait in agony.
En didn't understand a word the man said as she is also a newcomer in this unfamiliar country.
She immediately opened her guidebook to check what the guy meant but she couldn't recall a single word. A nod, accompanied with a smile, was her response to the guy next to him.
En quickly wore her dead headphone back to avoid engaging in more conversation with the man she couldn't understand.
Her stomach started to caterwaul as she remembered her last meal was nearly 24 hours ago. Then finally, after waiting for what seemed to be the longest 40 minutes she could ever imagine, the people in front started moving. Yet, En still had to wait for a while as her seat is located on the last row.
As she waited for the people in front of her slowly marching forward, she can't help remembering the last dinner she had with her Nana.
"Make sure to bring enough of these homemade medicines with you."
Her Nana instructed her while pouring water on her glass. Her Nana made all her favorite dishes for them to enjoy that night.
"I haven't even met her in my entire existence and now I have to take care of her kid?"
En can't help but grump as she takes a bite of the special herb roasted chicken on her plate.
"Dear, she was still your mother. Without her, you were never born and you were never here to enjoy this meal with me. And that kid is still your sister no matter what you say."
"But Nana. . ."
"No buts my dear, she is still your family. And we condone family and never abandon them despite what your mother did to your father and you."
En knows she can't deduce on her Nana's statement despite being against it. Her love for her Nana is fathomless that she couldn't defy her no matter what happened.
En responded to her Nana with a reluctant smile to hide her dreary eyes as she complies with her request.
"You can bring her here and visit me sometime so I can cook your favorite meals again, okay?"
Her Nana's voice is so soft yet woeful as she can hear a hint of sadness with it.
Deafening silence has covered the entire house for the rest of their meal.
"Excuse me, miss. Do you need help with your stuff?"
The flight attendant asked En as she is the only person remaining seated inside the plane.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you. And I'm sorry."
En stood up, grabbed her bag by the overhead bin and walked right out the plane's exit.
"Here's an umbrella you can use. It is still pouring outside."
Another flight attendant extended her hand offering the black umbrella on the last passenger to step out of the vessel.
En refused to take the umbrella and put on her hoodie as she left the plane.
The airport's arrival area was crowded with people due to the drenching rain. Many were hesitant to leave and some were scrambling to get a cab.
En started wandering through the chaos of the crowd when she suddenly saw a woman holding a little banner with the name Enid on it.
Slowly, she approached the direction where the woman is. Tall, slender, pale skin, black hair tied at the back, around late 20's of age, the woman wearing a grey dress smiled at En as she walked closer.
"Hello! Is that you, Enid?"
The nice woman asked.
"Yes."
En responded shyly.
"I am Sasha. It is great finally meeting you! Let me help you with your bag. Follow me to the truck, let's head back to the farm"
Sasha grabbed her bag and slowly walked leading En to her truck that will take her to her new home.
YOU ARE READING
Bus 732
RomanceEn thought that moving into the new, unfamiliar place would be her biggest struggle - but she was wrong. . .
