Falling In Love With My Husband

Falling In Love With My Husband - Chapter 2

Falling In Love With My Husband  - Chapter 2

Recap:

We reached the airport with not much time to spare due to the traffic congestion on the way. I hugged my mum and Judy and checked in. I boarded my plane feeling excited and nervous. Excited to see my Grandma, and nervous as this was my first time travelling alone. Soon it was time for the plane to take off. After buckling my seatbelt, I stuffed my headphones in my ear and was listening Bruno Mars.

Chapter 2:

I woke up, feeling someone tapping on my shoulder. Glancing up, i looked at the air stewardess, who was eyeing me with slight disgust. Feeling slightly groggy and stiff from the uncomfortable sleeping position, I stretched up and looked around, to realise that no one was seated in the plane, and that there were just two guys waiting to leave the plane. I jerked my head back to the air stewardess, who was still looking at me like I had 3 heads.

“ I am sorry ma’am, but the plane landed 10 minutes ago. All the passengers have already left the plane. And,  ……  you have something right here,” she said while pointing towards the left side of her lips.

Feeling so embarrassed with myself, I wiped my mouth and jumped, only to hit my head against the luggage compartment above me. Now feeling fully awake and thoroughly embarrassed, I mumbled a sorry to the air stewardess and started to grab the bag I brought along. I mumbled another apology to her, and walked briskly out of the plane. Realising that I still had the headphones in my ears without any music playing, I took out my hand phone to see that its battery had died.

Inwardly groaning that I just lost my only entertainment for the 2 hour long ride from the airport to my granny’s place, I took out my headphones and stuffed it into my bag. After checking out and collecting my luggage, I walked out of the airport to get a cab.

Reaching an empty queue for the cabs, I jumped into the first cab there only to hit my head again, against the roof of the car. Feeling annoyed with myself for being so stupid and trying to hide my pain, I greeted the cab driver and told him the address to go.

I’m not sure if the cab driver was feeling sorry for me, or if he is naturally a very talkative person, but he kept me entertained throughout the two hour drive. He told me stories about his childhood and how kids these days lose out on so many things. He was complaining that kids are rushing after a mirage that they can never reach. They keep looking for love in every place other than the most obvious place, from their family.  He went on to tell me that his marriage was an arranged marriage, and that he could have never found a better life partner for himself even if he had went around the whole world.

Hearing him speak of his wife like that got me reminded of my grandparents. My grandparents also had an arranged marriage, but it was clear to the whole world that they loved each other deeply. I have always vowed to myself that I will only marry someone whom I love as much as my grandma loved my grandpa, and to have a nice love story like my parents.

My parents were high school soul mates, and managed to pull through many difficult situations. Hearing my mum tell me about their love story always makes me smile, and has me believing in the concept of soul mates. I truly believe that there is someone out there for me, and I just can’t wait to meet him.  My mum always used to joke with me that I will have an arranged marriage, and be sent away to live with an unknown guy when I reached 18 years old. Even before coming here, she told me to pack a few nice dresses that I could wear when I finally meet the guy that I will marry. The joke got very old quite quickly.

I know there is still a long way before I get married, but I have grown up hearing such wonderful stories about love, and I cannot wait for my own love story to begin.