《Escaping Shadows》 Farewell and Departure
Holding my ticket with passport to the entrance,I was thinking about what would happen once I arrived, while turning my head back. There were not as many people as I had imagined, and one lady, wearing a white jumper and jeans, was waving to me. It was my wife. To be honest, I didn¡¯t know if that was meant to motivate me or simply a way to say goodbye. I headed to the front and handed my passport and ticket to security. Realizing this was my own chance to turn back, I thought,But if I turn back, will I regret it? I stepped into security,waiting behind a lady who was carrying a black backpack. I turned my head to the right, trying to see my wife. She looked at me and nodded. The lady in front of me stepped forward, prompting me to take the next step. I sighed and turned my gaze away from my wife, noticing two security guards checking passports. This was my last chance for any regret.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. I can do it!I told myself, as I slowly moved my feet toward the security guard, handing over my passport. I could feel the pressure from his intense gaze as he scanned my documents. Then, after a few seconds, he returned my passport. I walked past him and moved toward the ID checker,looking down at the floor, which was covered with black-dotted white tiles. Crossing Borders When I entered into this cage without a lid above us, there were a few lines leading to the scanning machine with the body scanner. A few lines were empty of people, indicating they were out of use for the moment. I followed the lead of the traveler walking in front of me and arrived at a line with several other travelers, waiting in the queue for their turn. Through the narrow spaces in the crowd, I spotted two short girls preparing for their security check next to the machine. Both of them had long black hair, though one of them had short hair and wore cute, round glasses. They both put their backpacks in front and began getting their things out for security¡¯s scan. As they moved, more people entered the line behind them, waiting to be called. The girls seemed like siblings, with the taller, black-haired one possibly being the eldest. She started pulling out her things: first a laptop, then an iPad, and her earphones. It looked like she was migrating to another country, given the number of essential electronic devices in her backpack. Her sister, standing next to her, mimicked her actions, pulling out a laptop and earphones from her own bag. Her backpack appeared lighter, but whether they were migrating or not didn¡¯t make much of a difference. The combination of human sweat and the silence from everyone created an atmosphere of anxiety and nervousness in the queue. Although the various heights of the people ahead obscured my view of the girls¡¯ progress, I still managed to observe parts of their behavior. Once the girls returned to my line of sight, both had removed their jackets and were ready to go through the body scanner. A middle-aged man, wearing a black suit and holding a black briefcase, stood behind them for the body check. He pulled out a tray from the sliding layer formed by the vibrating metal rolls. Suddenly, I felt pressure from behind as my massive backpack pressed against my back. Ohhnnpss¡­ My right foot instinctively stepped out for balance and collided with the silver metal stands. In that moment, I wished not to cause a scene before a safe flight. My heart tightened as the metal stand rattled below me. Curious stares from the crowd added tension to the moment, and I found myself the center of attention. My heart pounded while I focused on the metal stand, stopping it with my foot. After restoring the scene to normalcy, I looked up again to observe the person in front of me.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. Despite the size of my baby-sized backpack, it did not cover the upper part of the body of the tall young man in front of me, who was engrossed in his phone. He was still waiting, seemingly questioning the contents of his own backpack, until the security guard motioned us forward. Time tested my patience as he slowly emptied his bag. Although it was understandable that he packed everything into his backpack to avoid extra luggage fees, it didn¡¯t make the wait any more bearable for me. As soon as he cleared security, I quickly emptied my own backpack onto the gray tray and hurried through the body scanner. The security guard gestured for me to proceed, and I headed to the tray with my belongings. A sense of nervousness arose as I noticed my tray entering the next queue, where items were questioned on the scanner. I quickly retrieved my backpack and phone, packed everything back, and walked toward the immigration ID scanner. My heart raced when I heard a woman enter the facial recognition cabinet. My turn had arrived. I took my ID card from inside my passport. The machine quickly devoured my ID card, and the screen above read ¡°checking.¡± I watched as the woman left the cabinet successfully, meaning it was now my turn. The machine pushed out my ID card, and the gate opened for me. A line on the screen instructed, ¡°Please place your finger on the screen,¡± which I followed promptly. I felt relieved as the machine processed my fingerprint and the next door opened. I entered the next cabinet, positioned my face for the camera, and the gate finally opened. I stepped out while holding my boarding pass, passport, and ID card. I slid my left arm between my back and the strap to access the zippers of my backpack, quickly placing my ID card into a small plastic bag before zipping it back up. As I walked, I noticed that many shops around me were dimly lit, indicating they were closing. A large, three-plate display board caught my attention. My brain instantly began searching for ¡°London Heathrow¡± with the flight time of 23:00. My sight locked onto flight BC27 and I saw ¡°A12.¡± My body turned quickly, noticing a sign for Gates B26-B50, but I switched directions upon seeing the A1-A25 sign in white. I walked in that direction, my heavily packed backpack and passport in hand. The corridor had a travelator beside it, with two white walls standing opposite each other. Large windows framed by silver, shining metal replaced the white walls. My walking journey passed Gates 6 and various shops. Some gates were crowded with people, while others sat as empty and lonely as an old man waiting for his flight. Giant airplanes stood at some gates, waiting for passengers to board. I continued walking, eventually spotting Gate A9, which my instincts told me was close to my final destination. Moments Between Departures Although my eyesight are constantly looking for the next gate number with other travellers, there are things that are attracting my eyes. Some of travellers are empty-handed while some are heavily loaded with backpacks or suitcases. It is interesting watching people walking across me, and I was wondering why they are so heavily loaded. ¡®Are they moving house?¡¯ There is one question jumped into my brainstorm while my eyesight keeps checking on the gate number. There is a line created by people beside the front desk with the staff. Staff are wearing pretty nice uniforms, and they are currently focusing on the computer screen. People are either scrolling their phones or chatting with their companies in the queue. My eyes are seeking whether to sit down on the sofa with others or stand in the line to continue the queue. I decided to place my passport and the boarding pass from my right hand to my left hand. Then, I take my phone slowly from my pocket and see the time by pressing the button that sits on the top of the phone.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. There is 22:15 appears on my phone screen while the queue started to move gradually. Therefore, I join in the queue immediately by standing behind a group of travellers. They are talking in English, and I can barely understand what they are chatting about. I sigh while I am getting closer to the front desk. There are two staff members standing beside the queue, taking everyone¡¯s passport and boarding pass for checking. I move my eyesight from these staff to the giant airplane that can be seen through the transparent huge window. Also, I can see crowds walking through the tunnel toward the plane gradually. When I look at the sky behind the airplane, I realise this is my last chance for turning back, and my wife and daughter suddenly float in the river of memory. The smile of my daughter while holding her cute, soft, fluffy, adorable rabbit¡­ When my wife turns to me saying, ¡®Welcome home¡¯ when she finished her dishes from the sink¡­ Putting hands on my palm and attempting to sit up from the pure white creased bed ¡ª Father-in-law¡­ And mother-in-law sitting next to the plastic white solid chair looking at her husband talking to me¡­ All scenes of the story are dropping unhurriedly like raindrops down on the river of memory and faded out while the group in front are moving. As the staff gets closer in my perspective, I have opened my passport with the boarding pass above the detailed page for preparation. The Waiting Line It becomes more people entering the airplane through the front desk while my position in the queue is getting closer. The heavy backpack behind my back makes my shoulders uncomfortable, and I shake it up to relieve the pressure. Standing behind me is a young girl with black hair, also carrying a backpack. She seems more relaxed, her eyes wandering around the airport in a daydream. ¡°Sir.¡± A female voice calls me back when I¡¯m glancing at the girl behind me. I quickly turn to face the staff. ¡°May I see your passport and boarding pass, please?¡± she asks. I raise my passport and boarding pass, handing them to her. She takes both documents, scans them, then hands them back to me. ¡°Thanks,¡± I say, and she nods. I hold onto my documents, waiting to step forward in the queue. When I see the final person in the group ahead of me hand over his passport and boarding pass, I know my turn is coming. As he receives his passport and the partially torn boarding pass back, I step forward. The staff member looks up at me. ¡°Welcome to your journey,¡± she says, and I nod, handing her my documents. She places the boarding pass over the red flashing scanner. We both hear a beep, and she tears part of the boarding pass, returning both documents to me. ¡°Safe travels, sir,¡± she adds. I walk down the corridor, where two signboards slowly come into view: one for First Class and Business Class, and another for Economy Class, which I¡¯ll be taking. There¡¯s a small cluster of passengers near the aircraft entrance. I gradually approach the end of the line while the aircrew up front continue welcoming passengers. My gaze drifts over the male and female crew members greeting passengers as I wait in line. There are about 5¨C6 people ahead of me before I¡¯ll enter the plane.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. The air feels fresh, filled with the quiet sounds of people breathing. I take out my phone, press the button for the wallpaper to appear. A notification pops up, and I swipe it away to unlock my phone. The grey background and a few unfinished messages appear. The last two lines, ¡°Safe flight¡± and ¡°Message me when you get on the plane,¡± soothe my nerves amidst the uncomfortable surroundings. I¡¯m just about to type a reply when the queue starts moving again. The journey to the airplane entrance is long and frustrating, with a few stopping moments. Relief fills me when I spot the nameplate of a female crew member ¡ª Sherry McDonald ¡ª as she elegantly takes my boarding pass out of my passport. ¡°52C will be in this corridor,¡± she says, handing the boarding pass back to me with a smile. Following her instructions, I walk between the rows of seats, past some already seated passengers. Another queue forms as people try to settle in, with others waiting to store their backpacks and suitcases. The air grows stuffy, filled with warmth, sweat, and breaths, making it hard to find fresh air. I feel squeezed, like a crumpled piece of paper, surrounded by people pushing to store luggage and others pressing in from behind. Gradually, the corridor becomes more spacious, the gaps between people widen, giving me more room to move towards my seat. The people behind me continue pushing to get in faster, which I find amusing. The plane can¡¯t depart until everyone¡¯s seatbelt is fastened. It¡¯s ironic; everyone knows the process, but their instincts prevent them from following it calmly. They behave like unrestrained animals, shoving against me while my body flexibly absorbs and reflects their pressure. My small frame can¡¯t push back, so I find myself bent forward in front of seated passengers or those stowing their luggage. I straighten up and move forward as the space opens up again. Finally, I manage to survive this chaotic crowd and reach my seat. ¡°52ABC.¡± In Transit There were two women sitting on the seats and one is scrolling on her phone while another woman is scrolling on the tiny little touchscreen that is located behind of soft front seat. They both have black hair while the woman who sitting at the seat next to the corridor has a short and fine cutting hair style. Another woman sitting in the middle has long and clean loosing hair beside her face before our eye contact. When our eyesight meets each other in air, she pats on her friend for seeing me. She stands up and move her way out to the corridor with her friends following behind, therefore, I can squeeze into my tiny visible lower apartment with only seat and small TV available. Narrow gaps between seats slower the speed of my entry while I have placed my backpack at front for putting on the ground easily. Both of them decides to come back for their seats so there is space for others go pass them. However, they have to grab each other in this limited area to prevent others push them aside on the corridor. Once I have sat down, I remove the backpack and placed it under the seat at front quicky. Although the tiny cabinet affecting the speed of backpack entering in, hard frequent pressure from my leg increases the speed of the backpack arriving to its parking space security. Clear view of the wing can be seen with the reflection of the light inside the plane while my eyesight is concentrating on the darkness of the dull sky without any stars. Meanwhile, window is reflecting more passengers are entering and looking for their seat gradually. They are walking as slow as the little dwarfs on their way back home on the corridor and I took my phone out of my pocket. Last sentence of ¡®I will message you once I got there¡¯ has finished my mission of communicating before the flight begins. Therefore, I have press button for flight mode and put my phone inside the pocket that located behind the front seat. Pressure on my shoulder and my legs are reducing which makes them relax in the next few seconds. My body are free as a loosed and lost miserable dead body floating on the sea, sitting on the as soft as stone can be bend seat for the rest of my trip. Although I can feel the softness of the seat by using my weight of my body, this does not mean it is suitable for me to sleep like a pig as I did back home. Soreness that is sinking inside my muscles are suddenly managed to grab the power, therefore, they can raise up when my body are full relaxed on the seat. The combination of the tiredness and soreness causing my eyelids close and open frequently and quickly. My brain is blank without anything possessing but there is a feeling coming saying I have missed something while my eyelids are aggressively asking for shut down.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. When my conscious comes up to see my neighbours that sitting and resting next to me, over the armrests, is doing. They were either focusing on the tiny TV for film, or closing their window of soul, which is eyelid up for resting. There is a flight attendant walking on another side of plane and bending their knee to communicating with other passengers. While there is one flight attendant coming toward our rows, there is an idea rise up in my brain from watching on the action and conversation between the flight attendant and other passengers. I quicky check on my waist and there is nothing. Therefore, I am looking at both side for the seatbelt and fasten it as soon as the flight attendant check on mine. When the flight attendant arrives closely to our rows, I have shown my seatbelt out straightaway and the woman next to me aware which makes me check her seatbelt instantly. Therefore, all of us pass through a safety seatbelt check and waiting for plane moves. It is a peaceful and silent moment when the flight attendants pass every row for a seatbelt check. Air is flowing around without any obstacle which allowed me breath in comfortably. My eyelid cannot maintain its raising position and attempting to drop off. However, my desire of watching the take-off pushed the eyelid up strongly while I can see sleeping beauties next to me resting with their eye shut through the reflection on the window. Although there is no shaking on the seatbelt, everyone is sitting on their seat quiet, there might be some twinkle sound from people getting things out their belonging or the little pocket from the seat in front, there is a feeling from the giant wheel of plane moving. Although my body are drowning in the whirlpool of fatigue and painfulness, the wish of watching airplane travelling toward the empty stars are dragging me up. Light is alighting every airplanes¡¯ existence in this huge airport. They were standing in the spotlight as they were saying goodbye to us as our plane moving smoothly and gradually. My body are losing as a floating body on the sea as looking at the direction of our plane heading to. As far as I can see, there is two dotted line made of red steady light where we are going to. Airplane has slowly approached to the middle of the line while turning its body to another side softly without shaking up any sleeping passengers. There is a pause of feeling the plane is not functioning before a power absorbing force that surrounding its field and using this giant power pushing the airplane to run faster and quicker. Once the airplane is climbing to the dull sky, the engine helping us flying in the clear field which allowed me to see the bright-lighted city below us. Although it was late in the evening, there are cars or motorcycles on their way to somewhere. As we mounting up to the mountain layer of white cloud, the loud engine become calmer and quieter while plane horizontal its position for long-distance journey. A soft, comfortable relaxing remind sound tells me that seatbelt can be take off and it is a great time for my eyes shut. Chicken or Fish?
Rolling sound from the trolley combine with the tiny walking feet brings me back from a deep unconscious relaxing step to reality. My eyelids rises up normally while an attendant with a trolley are communicating with front row passengers. Peeking at food on tray within the tight space between seat by seat. Cups and a round container with silver kitchen foil should be the hot food, their conversation with attendant have been eardropped by me secretly at the back without notice, same language as me during the conversation calm me down. When the last person on the front row has been served, attendant approaching me with the trolley and asking me. ¡°Fish or chicken?¡± She asks kindly and I am opening my tiny foldable table. ¡°Chic¡­ken,¡± I replied with a little of shame and seeing her pulling a white plastic tray of food out of the trolley to me. ¡°Any drinks?¡± She asks. My feeling of nervousness are calm when my food are descending on my shakily table. ¡°Water,¡± I replied and viewing my tray of food excitedly. Tearing the kitchen foil from bottom to top slowly while missing out attendant passes me a cup of water. ¡°Sir. Here is your water.¡± Her voice brings my focus back and takes water from her hand. Unstable air shaking my body and my hand with water are aiming as calm as it avoid water pouring out. Adjust the location of tray slightly and leaving out some space for placing the water on the table carefully. My excitement begins as revealing the hot meal as tearing out the rest of the kitchen foil on top of the container. A chicken breast sitting on the middle with veggies as well as mashed potatoes in container. Brown liquid is acting as transparent dress on top of chicken breast as it shows the white meat below the sauce. Taking the elegant and as shine as mirror reflecting sliver cutlery out of the well-designed packaging for the dinner begins.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Stomach are desiring for food and the fulfill of the chicken breast with potato did not satisfy the need of hunger. Intaking vegetables for filling holes of hunger in stomach are insufficient. Located on top of the tray are two small rectangular rounded containers of dessert and appetizer which is my next targets. Uncovering plastic see through cover on the container and taking bit by bit out, into my mouth rapidly. Pieced food are coming down the stomach as slow as falling snow until it filles majority part of the stomach. Air from stomach are running through lung to throat and forcing mouth to push it out hardly. My body chilling down as the air has been pushed and back sticking to the soft seat for relaxing. Pushing cover of the side window slightly and seeing around, there is nothing but a darkness with small flashing light. Boredness from the darkness causing me to push the cover back down and sips some water into mouth for moisturising the dryness from digesting food earlier on. Investigating with my peeking eyes on activities of surrounded passengers. Some are enjoying their film and meal with their headset on while some are covering their eye with mask, dreaming on their seat. Two women sitting next to me are focusing on film and their meal which attract me to find out the programs inside the small TV. My emotion turns happy high since there are films in my language and selecting one of them for accompany me with my dessert finished. Sweetness remains my mouth and water removing them and carrying them to the stomach through my throat. Finishing remaining water and placing it on top of tray with well-orangised order. Relax back and be entertained by the movie until attendant coming to us for tray collection. Rushing Into Toilet
After all tray in my row have been taken away, free from squeeze into this limited space with table leads to the need of toilet. Therefore, glancing at the women next to me, they noticed me when my palm patting lightly on their shoulder. Attempting straighten my body in this limited space with pressure and inconsistent of shaking from aircraft. Arm on the head of the sofa and elbow of the top of front sofa for balancing and adjust my way out to the corridor where both women are waited. Pushing on the sofa as getting out of the trap of seats as continuing my way to the toilet in the middle of cabinet. Although feet grips the ground, turbulence from the aircraft fighting against air are causing me walking on the corridor as well as walking on a pathway made of air flowing into one direction. My hand grabbing side of the seats hardly in order to prevent being pushed by the force of bumpiness on the ground. My both female neighbors have return their while my hands grabbing the side of the front seat. Pressure and sound from surrounding are disturbing my thinking process. Ear are stuck with air¡¯s interactions and my nose is empty without any dropping mucus but causing the discomfort in my body. Adjusting my body¡¯s feeling by taking a deep breath with my eye shuts. Roll my head up and seeking for location of toilet. There are plenty of obstacles between my seats and the toilet such as people jacket scratching or the rope outside of the jacket has hopped by the edge of the armrest. Pushing from the side of the seats to next to seats carefully to avoid waking the sleeping passenger. Hate to annoy people but this is inevitable since situation is uncontrollable. Trusting my ability to pass through all the rows without touch passengers and arriving the toilet successfully. However, standing behind two people is a bit frustrating since waiting is killing patience slowly. My initial idea is spying on the toilet in another side which also have two people waiting. Understanding be patient is a good personalities but falling into the deep hole of frustration as usual. Fire of frustration are becoming bigger in heart and eating my last bit of patient. It causing me walking toward the back of the aircraft with slightly longer distance and careless about waking other up in the journey or not.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. Fortunately, toilet is free of use at the back and it accepting me pushing into one of these. Confusion in my brain since door closing down the light coming from the corridor. Searching around in this limited space and discover the slider with green background. Hand on the slider and slide it the side and light fades in slowly. My brain is joyful after this new interaction with the slider because have not seem it before. Opened the cover of the toilet seat and curious where do my pee go if there was not water inside the toilet. Is there anything need to add before using it? Although there is no instruction plus the nervousness of breaking the toilet, my instinct is encouraging me sitting down to use it when there is sound of flashing from another side. My heart rises up as scare of damaging anything as usual and calm down when seeing my deposit has been kicked out as quick as possible in the toilet. Haven¡¯t used a toilet on plane since my mom gives me birth. This is a disadvantage when it takes less than 2 hours travelling through airplane before. Short distance travelling keeping me sit down all the time. Image of flush toilet remains still and solid in my memory. Completing my aim with leaving the toilet with washed hand. Bumpiness from the airflow pissed me off when climbing through back to my seat. Checking on the remaining journey time once my butt on the seat. Light are fading out and gloom night has raising up in the plane. Some reflection of light against this gloom are the people who enjoying their movies while some are falling in dreams. Brightness of the screen are draining my moisture in eyes and pushes me to turn it off. Unseen Lessons from Strangers
Window of sight are closed down for a break. Movement of air flowing are reawaken sense of face through ears and the performance of memory are now began. A man in black-suit is staring at me and my body are suppressing the pressure down for answer the question. ¡®My work experience allows me to increase the sales with the team for the company. Focusing on providing quality products and maintaining strong relationships with customers are the goals for career which I have successfully satisfy in previous work area.¡¯ My voice in brain changed to different characters¡¯ dialogue. It all come one by one as playing next song automatically in MP3 player. ¡®Thanks for your time. This is the end of interview.¡¯ ¡®They said wait for the notice. I mean I still have this job. Better than nothing.¡¯ ¡®You are late for 5 minutes. My time is precious. I will report you on the system. No?! This is your job to deliver food on time.¡¯ ¡®Doctor is saying this medicine is great for our mom. The price is slight higher than the previous one.¡¯ ¡®Papa. When can we go out for a family trip again? ¡®Friend from mom are saying her friend in England needed workers now.¡¯ Eye opens and white dotted light are flashing over the ceiling where the air comes from. I have switched the lightness of the scan and the time for remain of journey appears in my sight. Feeling soreness that are soaking in my muscle from sitting in a same position longer than usual. My left hand are digging out from the warmthless of the blanket and jacket to coldness air for the side window.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! As expected, the combination of the orange landscape with the dark-blueish sky are showing sun has not wake up yet. Pulling the window bind down with annoyed attitude of when we arrive. Nothing to do causing me closing my eye again for resting. Watching the bright screen causing me eye drained which need water intake. Water in required water out in toilet. Hate to wake up my next seats neighbor forcing me remain sit. My soul of view are closing down until there is wheel rolling and stopping noise waking me from the corridor. White light from the ceiling telling me it is time for breakfast and my head slowly raises up to peer the location of trolley. My stomach tells me this meal is optional but my idea of not wasting money forces me rises my eyes and tracking the trolley. When the trolley approaches us gradually, blonde hair and western face are warning me to speak in English. Blood rises up and bumps in rapidly to my brain for thinking of solution. There is not much time for thinking as the flight attendant comes to ask me with the stopped trolley. She didn¡¯t give a chance to speak as she passes a tray with well-organised container of food to me. My nervousness on the undesired food awaking. Flight attendant passes another tray to my neighbor conveying there is no choices on food. Therefore, opening the kitchen foil with curiously surprisingly idea and it reveals a English breakfast underneath. This is my first attempt on sausage with omelet with my high class cutlery. Looking at my next seats neighbor, there are cutting food and eating bit by bit while my sausage hanging on my fork making me feel embarrassed of my lack of cultural knowledge and manner. Peeping and following their manner and cutting the sausage and omelet in piece before putting them into my mouth. They are concentrated on their film without seeing my action which pushed back my sourness and shameless from the embarrassment. Lucky there are well-trained passengers next to me for slow demonstration and allowed me finished my meal elegantly until tray has been taken. A Journey鈥檚 Pause
Curiosity comes up slowly on amount of time left in the journey causing me switch the lightness of screen at front. Meanwhile, a flight attendant passes through me, pulling up the window binder. Shininess from sun tells me that we are nearly arrive since our estimated arrival time is 8:05a.m. Tiny notice board appears on the screen satisfy my heart of curiosity. Lay back for a quick nap before landing again. Although my eye is close, the feeling of the plane descending gradually step by step warns me the journey is nearly end. My belly is surrounded by seat belt reassured me that flight attendant will not wake me up for seat belt. Undernearth seat belt was the blanket which allowed me keep me away from coolness air. My short nap ends when the feet of the plane rubbing the ground and my eyes open. Captain¡¯s voice can be heard clearly but none of these words are understandable. Ground appears in the window with some airplane passes telling me we have arrived destination safely. There is no light inside plane so relying on the brightness of light from the window to see everyone is siting quietly. Once the light in plane switched on, everyone are standing up as breaking out cages chickens as rushing to open the top luggage cabinet for their belongings. Some of them are remaining still in their seat and some of them continue moving out to the corridor. Seeking in both corridors which queue is quicker. My initial idea of rushing out quickly has been stopped by my neighbors since they are not following passenger¡¯s rushing. They pick up their backpacks underneath the front seats and putting its on their seat waiting. Although my body is covered with the frustration of heat, questioning them are not moving to corridor for getting a space in the queue, my English level encourages me mourning at them in heart. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.Words are wishing to come out abruptly, my sense of calm remaining in brain prevent as unsure word using are correct. Lucky enough queue starts to move and my neighbors are looking for space to squeezes which warns me getting the backpack out as soon as possible. Footsteps sound transfer to my ears from their feet out of this narrow cage. My heart of rushing into queue speeds up my action and quickly join in the remaining space. There is sudden pause in the silence parade of landing. Invisible pressure coming in front and behind me are causing me in center of nervousness. Why they aren¡¯t¡¯ moving? Temperature in aircraft and the weight of the backpack annoys me. Combine with the fact that a phone without sims card even gets on my nervous as no internet connection for contracting my friend. It seems people hear my pray as the queue begins flush out as quickly as water flushing the toilet out of the airplane. Nod with a smile to the flight attendant before exiting the plane. Fresh air coming in or out my lung through my nose. A trace of conform calming my frustration down. Although the backpack is as heavily as stone drowning at the back, my joyfulness from arriving airport overcomes the tiredness from the journey and nervousness of the immigration. Anxiety in the Queue Looking upon the signs and allows the signs leads my way. Following the flow of people with suspicious since signs might incorrect. A sense of sourness from regretting insufficient study on English rising in my heart. Various airplanes appears in every giant invisible glass windows when passing through the solid white window edge. Grieve for unable staying home when an airplane rolling quickly from the ground to the clear watery blue sky rapidly. People at my age, if don¡¯t step out, whole family are going to starve. Papers of utilities bills and mortgage suddenly flashes in my memory. Allowed myself take a deep breath for refocusing my instant situation. Following the inconsistence sequences of passengers to the end of the route, where immigration should be located, my big challenge to determine whether this journey is successfully or not. Two opposite sides separated by people who pass through scanner with their passport quickly and international travellers queue patiently in the lined cage with metal and rope stand. To be honest, this place is gigantic as locating in a court, which the immigration officer is the judge and defendant is my role. The majority part of the cage is fulfilled with silent people shows many foreigners are entering this country and long-waiting time. Joining the queue after paces down stair and through a few turns in this clear maze of metal stand. People head down on their phone attracts phone out by my hand. Rope and metal stand divide us, but, this does not prevent me spying on people¡¯s phone with eyes. Understandable character and words on phone is my spying target. Manage to catch one into my eyesight. It is saying Internet on the screen. Does airport have wifi? In return to my question is a quick action on opening the internet page which searching for column without the lock symbol. Fortunately, less choices on wifi speed up my investigation. Phone are connected to wifi successfully. Joyfulness climbs up in my body, swallowing terrifying stress surrounding me, leaving me with a cheerful moment for contacting my wife online. Person at front leads the way while chatting with my wife through messenger. Typing in while head up when there are footsteps sound from the people at front. Click back to the list of conversations as finished reporting with my wife. No response from her clearly showing she is busy on tutoring our daughter. Searching for a name in a list of various nicknames and spot on the one called ¡®Benson¡¯. Touch on the screen directly and chat appears. Typing in my flight arrived and locating for seeing the immigration officer now. It should takes approximately a hours to meet him outside. Satisfy with finishing all the essential conversations. Heads up on checking my position in the queue now. Locating in the middle of the queue annoys me along with the heat from surrounding people. Remembering a conversation when my wife tutoring my daughters ages ago about overlooking on phone would make my eye poor. Therefore, hiding my phone back to the pocket and searching for interesting things around me. Surrounded by the lifeless edges and white walls with same designed scanner machines next to the us are dull. Brightness from everyone¡¯s phone inspired me to searching interesting information from them.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. Difference between looking on my phone and spying on someone else¡¯s phone are the amount of time looking at the screen. Sensitive people able to feel the staring from others which causing me attempting to looks at different people either on the right or left hand side of the queue secretly. People¡¯s phone screen are hidden behind backpacks and backs accidentally which terminated my investigation. Returning on my phone screen for searching for interesting. Finger scrolling down pages for refreshing and the grey area with white rounded arrow holding on top of the screen pisses me off. Several deep breathes before queue wakes my mind with fresh air through my body. Grey area still remaining on the screen digesting my good temper. It is odd for page changes slowly. Page eventually changed with new content until irritation from when does page refresh join in my mind. Gladly photos are appearing quickly once my finger touches it. Head up constantly for any movement in queue. Relief when see the amount of battery left in my phone when arriving at front of the queue behind two persons. Compliment on my act charging my phone during flight with warm joyfulness spreading around my body mentally. Therefore, battery above 80% allowed me to put it back into pocket casually. Leaving me a calm and undistracted self-environment for the preparation of the meeting between me and the officer. Heads up and the backpack of front passenger are remaining in my view. Turning side to see the peacefully fighting between knight and the dragon of immigration officer. It throws several questions out as hot as fire toward the knight of travelers. Travel is required to use the correct the information as shield as protecting them not affecting or harm from the attack. Travelers pass through the 1st trial of protection are arriving to the 2nd trial of fingerprint on screen. Hoping the each fingers can be shown up as best as possible for avoid placing the fingers rapidly on the screen which is time-consuming. This battle ends with a prefect peace when the officer stamps on passport. My heart and mind are trapped inside an invisible cylinder of shatter imaginations. Brain are covered with scenes such as airport police are holding my arms at back or sitting inside in a mystery silence room while facing an officer. Excellent imaginations are producing several unrealistic fake scene which pushing me down to cliff of madness from clear clever mind. Footsteps from front traveler saves me from this unlimited imagine scenes. Heads up with my feet rises up normally for moving forward. One person walking toward the counter rising up in my view and the battler between me and immigration starts after one more person paces to the counter. Asking myself to stay calm and act normally because everyone has the right to travel. Also, this signals me that it is right timing for getting all these documents all of the backpack. Sneak through folders with a known-direction right hands while backpack are holding sideway by the strong strength from left arm and elbow. A plastic folder that filled pieces of paper and passport are taken out and holding my the right elbow waiting for zipping the backpack up with my right hand. Moving toward my last spot of the queue and waiting for be called for a battle. The Officer鈥檚 Gaze
Glancing from left to right and there are four counters with individual or group travelers facing to the officers for asking questions. A single thin yarn of respectful serious are wheeling my body from the bottom and form a roll of yarn include me standing in the centre unhopefully and miserably. My feeling is trapped in the yarn until my eye meets with the eye of the guard next to me. Notice me one of the corner is empty and it is your turn. Appear as a normal traveller walking toward the counter but my entire body are trapped inside the nervousness from the yarn of the seriousness. Understand if there is single problem within the conversation, there is a chance of losing battle which is getting me locked up in a room until the next flight back to my home. Cost and time consuming on visa application is a mass lost. Remembering there is no backup option since people at my age are either become a delivery man or going back home work as farmer. A imagine scene of my wife helping in farm breaks into my memory. Sanity that stored from time by time, experience and education interrupted the scene. Bringing me back to reality on the way to the counter. Placing everything on the flat surface on the counter to be received by the officer. Battle begins once he opened my passport and looking through all details along with several glances on my face. Standing as casual as usual and mentally preparing his first verbal attack. Getting my phone out of pocket and opened online translator. His first attack begins with a question of why coming to UK? My phone absorbs the soundtrack and the translation appears instantly. You have to know the purpose of the attack once there is pause from your protection. Coming with a typed-in answer of coming to visit friends in return for finishing this round. Since all my weapons of paper document has been taken away, all I can do is to protect myself verbally.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Instant typed down my though of visiting my friends for 2 weeks on the translator and shows it to the officer. He is focusing on flipping document which have been prepared in advanced. When he is checking on my hotel and flight information, my body are drowning in a deep ocean of afraid and scare as a though of checking the accuracy of the documents risen up in my brain. Also, it reminds me that these need to be refund when everything is settled this week. Officer¡¯s voice interrupted my though with his hand shows front of my face and pointing at the grey green flashing light machine next to me. There is space which is enough for one hand covering where the green light originated. My right hand is following my instinct departing from the side of my body and landing on the glass surface softly. My pair of eyes are catching every steps on my right hand¡¯s movement until it arrives on the facial expression of the officer. My initial thought of prevent break the glass to the final though of answering questions carefully bring me back to focus. My eye catches the officer¡¯s index finger which putting me into a center of shame from placing the entire hand on the scanner without thinking. The majority of my fingers except the index finger are quickly hiding from glass of scanning. Tiny awkwardness did not break the tension down between me and the officer. Adjusting my finger according to the officer¡¯s demonstration and there is power of fear digesting every emotion and feeling within my body. Fear comes with one intention of insufficient document needed for the entre the country. Stamping voice invading to my brain and it expelled the fear. This battle is end completely when the officer passes my document to me. Joy is about to spilt out of the face but sense of conscious telling my joy off. This place is serious and everyone needed to respect. A section of pushing the metal stand causing me become the crown of the crowd appears in my brain. Paper in my hand and head to next department where all the luggage gathered. Conveyor Belts and Quiet Observations
Pass through the automatic grey door. There is a giant space with several conveyor belts. Some of them are transporting luggage and some of them are empty and holding there steadily. There is huge post with big black letter and yellow background of top showing name of the conveyor belts. Following random people who have just managed survive from the battle with officer or luck citizens who can pass through immigration with scanning passport and face recognition. Arriving to a head display with luggage information and seeking for flight BC27. Flight BC27 with a departure location of Hong Kong comes into eyesight. A yellow letter of ¡®B¡¯ appears next to it and head on the signs of the conveyor belts that are nearer to me. Letter ¡®G¡¯ is conveying me a long walking coming up before reaching my suitcase. Nose rises up for absorbing air down the diaphragm and sigh out them through mouth. Feet begins his exercise. It feels it is its time to perform after a 12 hours sitting and approximately 1 hour standing. Eye scanning this giant hall from ceiling above with the bright light, along with conveyor belts one side and another side with counters as well as exit after collecting luggage. Every parts are clearly separated on its specific purposes. Different destinations would not change the design of the luggage collection area. Conveyor belt surrounded with people waiting for their luggage patiently. My curiosity rises up of whether my suitcase arrives on the conveyor belt or not when passing them. My head shakes instantly as attempting shaking this wonderful thought out of my mind. Comes with a realistic answer of some people waiting for an hour for their suitcase before leaving. Although my body has taken at least twelves hours of rest on plane, weight on my shoulder and overusing my feet building the soreness from ankle as root to my hip as branches. Heaviness and scratching from bent of the backpack is dragging me up and down in painfulness. Metal wheel-trolley are gathered in a line and inside a visible weak cage formed by metal stands. Glance through every single trolley linked together by a small chain and a metal plug inside the lock. There is a plastic label with a sign of one pound on the handle above the lock.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Unlikely the starting airport for this long trip, trolley are free to pull out and there are kids running with the trolley and some are sitting on where luggage should sit. Chain controlling the amount of trolley in airport. Slowly approaching to the conveyor belt of where luggage possible be. Walking along the conveyor belt and finding a suitable spot for stand along with people waiting for their luggage as well. There is window with a curtain of black plastic strips sweeping on top of every suitcases as it cleaning the dust on the surface. Searching for my black and dull big suitcase within a list of black and grey suitcases is challenging. But there is yellow cute luggage tag hanging around side-handle of the suitcase speeds up my investigation. Grabbing my suitcase within this waiting patient crowd and approaching to the exit with an automatic folded door. Dragging my suitcase with four-wheel spinning in same direction and navigating it while walking along the clear white corridor. Wall are shorten itself for showing the bright light on the ceiling as it is welcoming me for landing in the lobby. Black taxi and other vehicles can be seen through the window in another side. A series of solid secure metal stands are holding people back for avoid them getting into someone way. Some people are eye-looking at the outcoming people while some of them are holding their piece of paper with the English name on. Attempting to look for person for me is challenge since there is a lots of people walking behind me in the crowd. It is hard to check on everyone¡¯s face and name while controlling the suitcase. My mind is made to waiting at the coffee shop which it located just behind a few step from people and massage the person for bringing me where the shop is. Finally made my journey to the last sequence of the metal stand and moving my suitcase to the left hand side for approaching the waiting area in front of the coffee shop. Shifting my suitcase towards the brown wood barrier with seats in the coffee shop behind, looking at the people from pacing around in different directions. Avoid hurting and touching anyone during the shifting of the suitcase and my backpack at the back. Giving a sense of relief on the shoulder after dragging my heavy backpack from my shoulder to the ground. Fresh air flowing from automatic door with people enters in and out, making the temperature inside the building decreasing, ending of the long-sleeve skirt unable reaching end of the fingertip. Air are touching on my skin softly and attempting to cool my both hand down. A Gentle Tap on the Shoulder
Dragging my phone out from the warmth pocket in my trouser and unlock screen by sliding the bar. Cold fresh air jumping over my skin massively without any prevention from warmness of radiator. Smell are running into my nose and there has been ages for my nose recognising coffee. People are sticking their life with coffee everyday while tea is our priority for waking our body up in my hometown. Brain is searching for short story of the first time getting taste of coffee. It was a celebration of one of my subordinate has won a company¡¯s lottery and bought everyone in our team for a coffee. This happens long time ago since it sinks at the bottom of my memory river. The bittiness is remaining in mouth until water flashing in to erase the taste of coffee. Atmosphere is great and warm when air are flowing around with a smell of coffee. Coldness from air brings me back to reality and searching for Benson in list of conversation in the messenger. Before my finger touches his name, a slightly pressure on my shoulder and causing me turn my head to the origin direction. A youthful face with black rounded glass face comes into my sight.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. ¡®Are you Uncle Chang?¡¯ He asked. The answer is approved by this question since no one called Uncle Chang except Benson in the conversation. Although this is a sense of fear that he isn¡¯t Benson, he is holding his phone with our conversation on the screen proof his identity. He instantly grabs my trust on he is Benson. He decided to give his hand on grabbing my giant suitcase for help. My hates on annoy people with personal fair causing my hand waves at him for responding there is no need for your help in suitcase. He started his walk without my suitcase and my body reacts instantly for getting my backpack up before following his pace. Following his steps to the car park, it is a grey van. He drags the suitcase up when my feet getting closer him as well as sliding the door. My expectation of emptiness space changed to a topping up basket of fresh white cabbages as well as white plastic boxes of various vegetables. Tiny thin body in front of the garden of vegetables are explaining he just come back from the market. His action on placing the suitcase on a flag surface with the wheels hanging in air digesting an internal though of fear insufficient space for my suitcase. He turns around and eyes on my backpack. Still Cars and Moving Journeys Noticed he is looking at my backpack, my instant reaction is he want to put my backpack so my hand are free when sitting down at the front. However, there is a lack of storage space causing him say. ¡®You have to sit with that at the front.¡¯ He points at the backpack and he turns around, walking toward the driver¡¯s door. Following his direction until approaching to the door for passenger, sourness from the shoulder are conveying the fatigue from a long flight, my arm did not wished to be lifted up for opening the door from exhaustion. As Benson arriving to the driver¡¯s door closely, my motivation on arriving to my living place overcome the tiredness from long flight. Therefore, my hand rises up, grabbing the grey handle and dragging the door out by my remaining strength in my body. Dragging the side of the door out for space to enter in. Feet on the tiny steps on the internal stairs below the passenger¡¯s seat in the van. Step up the seat with my backpack at my back. Feeling a bit squash from sticking a small space between the glovebox at the front of the car and the seat behind me with my backpack on my back. Releasing my arms from the backpack and grabbing my backpack down on the ground. Door for another side is opened by Benson and he steps on the tiny stairs, reached on his driver¡¯s seat.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. My back acting as a magnetic as attaching to the soft seat. Eye rising up from the glovebox and eye can see cars opposite us through the front window. Cars are sitting still on the ground in an order in my viewport. Bored scene inspired me to message my wife back. As soon as my phone coming in my view from my pocket, a series of ¡®gong gong gong¡¯ sounds travel via the floor, coming into my ears. Changing my viewport from phone to Benson, who has just switched on the car engine and hands on the steering wheel. Invisible force pushing car moving when myself remain sit calmly with my phone in hand. Sign of the journey begins. Eye switching from the steeling wheel to the board front window of the van. Van is moving slowly with the light reflection accompany us on the ceiling. Numerous cars stepping into my sight through the window between us on the floor. Colour and the shape of these car representing their expensive value in the car. Shameful for letting them staying in this quiet boring location. They should be in a busy exhibition with people who interested in cars or vans. The Quiet Journey View is changing constantly and gradually, from cars or vans relaxing in a organised order side by side, to sliding hills with white walls for the vans approaching ground floor, until the yellow machine coming into my view with its twins'' brothers behind it. Slowly getting next to the machine and Benson gets his hand out to machine through opened side window. Gate is rising up and greet us out of the car park silently. Bright light shining on face and lighting my mind visually under the sunshine through window. Coming to my view are traffic with traffic lights and zebra crossing. External car parks are roofless which gives a reason of fewer cars or vans parking. Joining with road for incoming vehicles coming in or out for airport. Traffic lights are performing as usual as there are invisible pedestrians walking across to another side via zebra crossing. Landscape through window are stop playing and conveying vehicle has stopped. Traffic light that is appearing in my sight via the front window explaining we are stopping the traffic light. Eye on the upcoming view for bridge far away that we are going pass under. It is a running train running on the bridge. My view on train become closer as it is expanding in my sight. Train running quicker and disappeared on my view before we pass the traffic light steadily. Van on the way to go underneath the bridge. Seeing unknown interesting landscape through the holes in the bridge. When van getting closer to the hole under the bridge, trees and car with the clear blue sky are the elements on the upcoming landscape via the holes, arriving to my viewport. Hole in my view become bigger which is telling us, we are nearly arriving under the bridge. One side covered with red bricks along with a empty pavement in another side of window are showing that we have entered the hole under the bridge.This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Limited items on the landscapes creating emptiness that allowed phone attract my attention. Therefore, my view changes from landscape to the screen on my phone. An idea of messaging my wife back appears in brain and encouraging me to unlock my phone until conversation between me and my wife appears on the screen. Typed in message about arriving safely to UK and now on the way to Coventry with Benson. Holding my phone but a sense of tiredness rising up and focusing my neck to lean back rather than bending down. Various sized vehicles coming into my viewport through the front window. Some of them are pacing on the other side of bridge in opposite direction. Some are around us and running on the motorway with us as temporary companions. Clouds has been gathered together into small group and spreading on the sky randomly. Meanwhile, cold air inside the van, between me and Benson, are vibrating away. In exchange for warm air, coming from our breathing, inside the van regularly. Focus point lost from the moment when my eye on the notice board of places in English. Did not know these places that never even travel before. There is no sounds except the engine mourning underneath us with other vehicles around us on the motorway. My eyelid begins to fall down when my ears get used to engine voice. Phone over my hand are remaining calmly and peaceful. Lighting on the screen become darker until light off without disruption by touching. Eyelid finally shut down my window to landscape. Body are remaining stills with head leaning on right hand shoulder slowly. The End of a Beginning
When my eyelid rising as steady as curtain revealing the beautiful landscape, a modern tall building, located under the bridge, can be seen through the window beside me. Another modern steel style bridge coming after the building beside me. Idea of arrival my final destination is appearing slowly in my mind as meeting modern architectures frequently. Although my hand can feel the weight of my phone, my consciousness did not aware of its existence until my memory recover from napping gradually. Rather than guessing, checking on the time would be a great way to figure out whether we are arriving or not. Therefore, pressing the button of the my phone to see the time appear on the wallpaper. Time is 16:38p.m. Personally suggesting that is a deep sleep, rather than a nap. It last for at least 2 hours. My mind starts to wake up progressively and remembered Benson is the driver. So, my focus point become him after checking on the time. He is sitting causally and lying down on his back. His performance shows his attitude toward driving. Gesture of his driving position is warning me to prevent next ride with him. Although his driving performance scared me, gratitude is needed toward his 2 hours constant intensive driving from airport to Coventry. There is a short moment of shadow when passing under the bridge. Upcoming is a tunnel which we are approaching in. Everything seem new to me since this is my first time travel oversea. Although there are common things that can be seen back home, it gives me a unique feeling from environment by watching the landscape through the window inside the car. Although modern buildings can be seen in home, distance between buildings and buildings or housing are huge. Street are running out of pedestrian. Combination of western design and the amount of modernise architectures are refreshing my mind mentally. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. After the experience of tunnel in the van, along with several waits of traffic light, driving through street between a huge rounded single-layered building and a supermarket with its main themes colours of red and orange. Miss out the name of the supermarket as my attention was in the rounded building. Van slowly and stop in motion next to a blue double door. Engine sound disappeared with the shaking from car¡¯s moving. Benson switched off the van. My mind are just back on track from the shaking on the van moving round the corner before reaching to here. Hearing the door open and a idea flashing up in my brain as helping out Benson from the back. Therefore, pulling out the handle locker and push the door out for jumping down from the seat. Leg feels comfortable from stretching. Abandoned my backpack temporarily as it increases my workload. Noticing the slide door on my side did not opened and walking round at the back of the van to find Benson¡¯s existence. Carry on with my investigation from the back of the van, there are bright light shining and searching where the light comes from. Realise both door of the double door has been opened and Benson is transporting baskets and baskets of white cabbages from the van to the ground behind the double door. Boxes, Vegetables, and a Strange Space
Step out my feet and approaching to the opened slide door. Benson is grabbing the a piled of secured-fasten baskets of cabbages and holding up. Straighten his body before he is walking inside the building. My body instantly takes action after he left the space. Eye searching for the basket of cabbage but they are all gone. After the departure of the cabbage, there are boxes of white plastic with tape with a few baskets of white long radish and fresh coconut. Although they are all related together as vegetable, cabbage are the only one being taken inside by Benson. ¡®Are these supposed to go in as well?¡¯ Asks in a loud voice and wait patiently. Silence in air conveying my volume in voice did not reach to Benson¡¯s ear. Therefore, decided to wait patiently until he comes out for another round of transportation. Eye upon the sky above the van. It is brilliant with wind passing by. Messing up with hair. Below sky is a round street that we have just drive in, with closed double doors showing there are other shops operating with us. Feeling the sense of human existence and turning back to the opened door. Benson comes out and grabbing my suitcase down from the van. ¡®They are going to main shop. Your room is here. I will show you now.¡¯ Benson said. His word wakes up my mind from instead of transportation of goods, my backpack on the passenger needed to be transport as well. Therefore, my mouth begins to open while my feet moving with my body turning to the back. Leaving my suitcase standing next to Benson. ¡®I am going to grab my backpack.¡¯ Pacing quickly to another side of the vehicle and grabbing my heavy backpack with my right hand. Left hand shutting down the door strongly and securely with one push for preventing any chance of strangers. Sourness coming from heavily lifting of the backpack in my elbow. Making sure both shoulders are carrying the backpack equally while on the way back to my temporarily abandoned suitcase with Benson. Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Benson begins his steps to the building with dragging my suitcase beside him. Closed slide door speeds up my journey to the room for any food stealing from unknown people around us. Bright white light helps me to see the new environment and absorbing as much as information since new to here. Limited space are separated by two fridges and shelves on each sides. Shelves are fulfilled with various coloured and labelled bottles. Door on the fridges are closed which cannot leak out any information of products inside. Giant white bricks wall covered the majority space of the incoming road with a rectangular shaped hole as gateway for separating inventory and the shop in front. Benson is dragging my suitcase up on the blue two-steps stairs. My instantly reaction is assist him with my hand dragging lower part of the suitcase up and lifting it on the upper surface. He looks at me and stop me verbally. ¡®Do you mind to shut the backdoor for preventing anyone come?¡¯ His word changes my destination of my empty hands from the suitcase to the backdoor behind the shelves and me. Gain my first self-taught lesson here with locking the backdoor. Instantly understand to lock the door by switching button around until sound comes out. Then, following Benson¡¯s path toward my room while he enters a wide space via a side door of bar desk. Narrow space within the wall and the side door of the bar is pushing out my suitcase from Benson¡¯s hand . Benson rolls wheel of the suitcase to make the suitcase move out smoothly from the side door. Me at the back, following the Benson¡¯s way and arriving the shop via the side door. Shelves are located on both side of various goods. As short as dwarf freezers in the middle of the road as well as below the shelves, where Benson and I standing next to. Counter for cashier are staying opposite of the cooling fridge with glass window of door as entrance. There is a girl sitting behind the counter, concentrating on her phone while Benson opening the door next to us on the other side. He did not let the suitcase chasing him beside so my body instantly reacts by pushing suitcase toward the opened door. It was the moment that understand why Benson is holding the door without dragging the suitcase with him. Coming into my viewport of moving my head from suitcase to upcoming scene, my body is catching up gradually with my head¡¯s action. Steps of Burden
A long steep stairs with uncountable steps rising up in my viewport. Weight at my backpack certainly pushing me back from lifting suitcase up. However, my guilt as owner of the suitcase forcing me to carry the suitcase up by myself. Finally, guiltiness overcome my laziness. Grabbing the handle on top of the suitcase and starts my heavily lifting procedures with Benson¡¯s hand on the door. Crashes between my hard surface of the suitcase and the strong rough material of the steps, creating a series of banging sequences, loud and annoyed. However, it is inevitable. White walls with a light brown wooden handle above me demonstrating this is the first part of the challenge. Suddenly, weight has been reduced on the bottom of the suitcase, my ambition on completed the first part of the steps preventing me checking on the back. Feet on the final which is the flat surface for resting temporary, using all my strength to drag the suitcase up and placing it on surface, adjust my breathing sequence from chaos to normal while looking at the supporter behind me. As expectation, Benson is assisting me and following me until finishing the lifting. Moving the suitcase to another side of the flat surface for another steep stair. As the first person in the queue, my position is a leader of the lifting, giving notice for starting by dragging the handle up. White as empty as ceiling coming in my eyesight, sign of the arrival of the second floor, motivating me to speed up my feet on climbing up stair. Finally, spacious area with random unopened boxes on the one side with a rectangular giant mirror on the other conveying we have arrived successfully. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Pulling my suitcase with handle for space to Benson step up. Visually investigating around this new strange environment and giving an opportunity to both of us working on the breathing sequence after a two sections of anaerobic exercises. Benson walking passing me and leading me to the room through the cramped corridor. With the assistance of natural light from window opposite the corridors, it helps us showing any obstacles on the corridor. Suitcase has been abandoned nearer the stair where the chaotic boxes locating. Although natural light are dimmed, it allowed me to see the back area of floor are separated by three rooms with its own door. Benson steps into the first room and bright light coming from bulb inside the room wakes me up from dimming grey area in corridor. Also, intensive white light reflecting by the colour of the wall, showing furniture inside the room such as table, shelf and bed. White sheet cover mattress of the bed. Folders and paperwork in the shelf. Although there is a lamp on the drawer next to bed, pillows and duvet are disappeared. Bedroom is not the vocabulary while study room is the word to describe the purpose of the room. Silence interrupted by Benson¡¯s words while dropping my backpack on the table. ¡®This room has been used for ages since Gigi¡¯s brother left. I will show you around tomorrow. Just settle down here first.¡¯ He said. My head nodded as respond yes to Benson and his feet begins to move away to exit the room. Volume of sounds sequence from interaction Benson¡¯s feet and the surface of stair begins to drop down and ends with a bang of door closing. Quiet returns here. Brain is blank of ideas after viewing the surrounding and notices there is some papers on the table as well. Asking myself internally of what to do next. Blankness in brain and refreshing memory back to lifting suitcase from the stair on the ground. Suggesting me unpack my suitcase. Alone with My Suitcase
Getting my phone out of pocket to check time before pushing my suitcase inside the room. Bending my knee down and starts pushing the suitcase. Natural light on the empty white wall making whole floor as lonely as possible. Light shadow of my body and suitcase mixing the miserable atmosphere in air. Wheel rolling on the surface combine with a sequence of my feet stepping on the ground. Giving out a sense of habitable to this unpopular environment. Intensive light from bulb inside the room acts as hope and home which is welcoming me to the room warmly and safely. Suitcase are rolling into the room with my final push. It stops just under the bulb on the ceiling. Dragging one side to the ground while wheels of the suitcase on the air. Press hardly on the button in between the luggage strap and taking the long flexible strap away from the suitcase. Unzipping suitcase after adjust the position of suitcase for leaving extra space. Fatigue formed from long distance journey are encouraging me shut down cover of suitcase and lying on the soft surface of the mattress. Although my mind of cleanness are discouraging lying down on unwashed sheet cover, exhaustion has overcome the clearness. Exhaustion of body beats the cleanness in the first round of mind fighting. It pushes back due to lack of duvet for warmness. If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. Placing the opened suitcase to the empty space between the shelf and bed for further use. Sheet properly unclean since this room has been occupied for long time and cannot sleep without pillows and duvet. Planning my schedule today until going to bed for tomorrow mentally. Thinking of tasks that need to be done today such as buying next duvet and pillows and food. Attempting to brainstorm more essential tasks within this quiet area without noise. Realising my wife needs to know my arrival and bring the phone out. Typing in keyboard and send the message but the loading symbol next to the text conveying the text hasn¡¯t been sent. Looking upon the top right angle of the screen and realise no internet connections. Therefore, feet on the way down to the girl who sits next to counter at front of the shop. Lost in Directions Shop remains silence with the grumpy sounds from the fridges, showing it is functioning, making sure food is survive in a suitable condition. Moving my feet toward the young lady who is focusing on her phone and asks. ¡®Hi.¡¯ Getting her attention before any conversation starts. Her face slowly moving from her screen toward me and taking her earphone out of her ears. A sense of guilt rising up because of interrupting her free time. Her face looks blank and confused which seems to waiting for my explanation on stopping her verbally. ¡®Do you know how to connect internet here?¡¯ ¡®Yes. I think there is password on the router. Let me check.¡¯ She replies while bending her body down, searching for router. Eventually, she has found the router and checking on every parts of the router until she found the password. Her hand holding up the router from the corner of the counter where is really messy with paper and empty takeaway containers. Focusing on the surface of the tiny box of router that has been coming from the messy corner in front of my eye. With the assistance of her hand holding, my hands have the freedom to type the password for receiving internet. This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. ¡®Thank you. I don¡¯t did Benson introduce me to you or not. You can called Uncle Chang.¡¯ ¡®Benson didn¡¯t tell me who you were cos I was busy serving customers earlier. I am Zoey. Nice to meet you.¡¯ ¡®Do you know where I can get duvet and pillows?¡¯ ¡®ummmm¡­Maybe Primark?¡¯ ¡®Pri¡­.?¡¯ ¡®Primark..It is located when you straight to the fountain and right up to the hill. Then, you¡¯ll see it on your left hand side.¡¯ ¡®Do you spell it on my phone?¡¯ Holding up my unlocked phone screen until Zoey taking away from me. She typed in and shows me address on Google map under my natural observation. Receiving my phone back from her hand. ¡®You better than be quick. Because I think they closed 5:30p.m¡¯ Her verbal kind reminder signalling me to check on time now. Gladly that it is 4:45p.m. It takes less than 10 minutes¡¯ walk. There should be enough time for me. The desire of sleeping with duvet and pillows speeding my action by dropping off a Thank you verbally and quit the shop instantly. Walking on the crowded street according to the Google Map. Realising Google Map did not work properly and figure out the arrow cannot will not move due to no internet connection. Therefore, trying to remember direction information that Zoey has told me. Various shops coming into my viewport while there is a unused fountain where would be visiting there physically in a few minutes.