Trip Series 3: A Trip To Remember

8 Years Later...  As the passengers descended the steel stairs, all of us who were left sighed in relief since this is yet another safe flight and we managed to do our jobs efficiently. We all prepared our things for it is our turn to leave the plane after the passengers. Most of us will stay in hotels while some, including me, can go home as we wait for our next flight.  The familiarity of home enveloped my whole being as I reach the last step of the steel stairs and with a smile, I started pacing forward together with the other ladies wearing formal blue. I fished my phone out and set off the flight mode and notifications started coming in, mostly texts from my family, and there was also one from Caroline. I walked faster despite the heels I am wearing just to reach one of the airport's parking lots immediately.  "Zhanaia!"  "Zha!" 

  "Gosh, Zha, if I hadn't read the article about his shipping company and his short biography, I wouldn't believe he is not Dion Dausel," Caroline commented as she gazed away from the tab on her laptop's screen where Gin's picture is on.  Like what I did the first time I heard Dion's name from Lady Maya, Caroline and I made research about Gin after telling her everything that happened this morning. And it turned out that everything Gin told me was true.  He owns a shipping company, Gracious Express, and it was launched last year, and so far, the performance it gives to the customers is good. According to our research too, he separates his personal life from business and is very keen on his privacy, hence the short biography we found.  We also tried to find anything that will connect him to Dion, but indeed, his personal life was separated from business. In fact, there were only a few articles about h

  Later that day, I received a text from Gin asking me if I am okay. I did not reply for I don't know if I am, I don't even know what I feel. I turned off my phone too since Caroline was trying to call me. I don't feel like talking to anyone.  Perhaps this was because of the result of my expectation that didn't turn out as I expected it to be. Disappointment. A big disappointment.  I have to admit that last night, when Gin agreed to meet us, I was hoping that maybe Caroline could do something that would make him admit that he is Dion and was just playing with me. But it turned out to be nothing.  "Maybe you are just dwelling with the thought that Dion might still come back." a thought in my head said.  Well, yea, maybe. And maybe I have to let go of that too. Maybe Dion's not going to come back anymore. Who knows what happened to him.  If he is s

"Come on, Zhanaia, drink!"Rina, one of my co-flight attendants cheered me as she handed me another shot of Martini. Yes, a strong liquor for someone like me who's not used to drinking, someone who easily gets drunk, yet I didn't care about that for that moment and accepted the shot glass as I drank the Martini straight.Its bitter yet satisfying taste stayed in my tongue for a while as its hotness slid down my throat and onto my stomach. The party music was blasting through my ears as the scene got more blurry than a while ago. I know I am already tipsy but I didn't stop taking more shots. Instead, I accepted everything they handed me, and I know it wasn't just Martini that they gave me."Oh, yes, let's get wasted!" someone from our table shouted, and then I felt a hand pulled me.My head spins as I stood up and we made our way through the dance floor where guys were lost with the rock music blasting through the stereos. I scanned the area and though my

  "Seriously?"   I sighed for the ninth time when I heard that word from Caroline.  As soon as I came back to our hotel room, I immediately called her and luckily, she's resting and on a break from her shooting.   I told her what happened, starting from what happened at the bar last night, the vague memory I had this morning, the breakfast delivery, and the incident at the Olympic Park. And after I told her everything, that's what she said. She sounded like she couldn't believe what I was saying and it's as if I am out of my mind.   "Yes, seriously," I replied and rolled my eyes as if she could see me.   She sighed from the other line. "Don't you think you were just being delusional? I mean, from the hang-over?"   Ah, here we go. The hang-over thing made everyone believe that some of the things we experienced during our hang-over state were just delusional. I knew it could be that, yes, but no it wasn't.