Taman Tei

The one next to me

 The plane starts to move slowly into the direction of the sky.
 Closing my eyes. I listen to the noise made by the plane.
A sound noisy and exciting, which makes me feel drowsy maybe because of my personality. Actually I find it difficult to sleep in usual place like a bed or a sofa. Sitting on a chair makes me quiet or gives me the peacefulness that I can't feel on a bed.
Letting the mood takes place around me I give myself a rest well deserved.

"What do you want to drink ?"
The voice surprises me, emerging slowly from my dreams I open my eyes as I can hardly see the face of the one facing me. No she's not facing me, Her eyes is fixed in something next to me, moving my head I remark that effectively someone is sitting next to me. I let a sigh
I should have kept sleeping
"Miss what do you want to drink?"
Her voice surprises me again, however her eyes is looking at me. My mouth is moving but I don't remember what I told her but I can see at her movement that not something weird came out of my mouth, she puts the plate full of foods in front of me and keeps going.
 At least this is why I thought until I see her coming back towards us to discuss with the one next to me. 
Did she forget something? 
She starts to discuss with the one next to me.
Since their discussion was not my business, I focus on the food in front of me.
Slowly eating my food I glance at my surroundings. As I expect, the seats are full and packed with people focusing rather on their food or the movies shown in the screen. Swallowing my food I notice the place was full of....
Why is there is a lot of girls?
This thought comes suddenly to me, but a plane with a lot girls is not common but also not strange.
Now that my body is filling itself with food my keen sense is in mode play.
At the same moment I notice that the stewardess is still here talking with the one next to me. They are giggling, talking, whispering.
Do they know each other?
"Excuse me can I have a glass of water" I hear from far away.
One of the girl sitting at the front stand up to call the stewardess.
At the same moment the tension suddenly rises on the plane, my body stars shivering.
I feel the cold atmosphere surrounding me.
It seems the cold atmosphere of the outside has come in the plane.
The stewardess leaves our side quite disappointed as I hear her sighing which seems strange. No her action is not weird, actually the whole mood was weird. The girl at the front is gazing strangely at the woman, As I keep following  her I notice that some others at the front have the same strange gaze at her.
Do I have to prepare myself for a war? A battle ? The cold atmosphere doesn't seem to fall down.
The stewardess gives with soulless the girl her glass of water and  with a subtle angry face she vanishes a little far away. 
At her disappearance, the tension suddenly dissipates and the mood becomes peaceful. My body stops shivering but my sense keep sending me an alarm.
I don't like this.
Following the movement of the girl, I notice her glancing quickly to the one next to me, like her I move my head to the left to understand the reason of her behaviour.
But with a part of my hood hiding my left side, I can only see the book is holding in his hands. 
At least he's not stupid, or maybe he didn't feel the situation around him. I don't like the one who can't read the mood.
Instead of his face I am more interested in identifying the type of book he's reading as I put my hood behind my ear.
A simple Goodbye
Sad Romance, nice book but tragic story. I remember crying at the end.
Not as popular as I would like to but wonderful story. Romeo and juliet 2019 version.
"Am I handsome?"
A voice, a sweet voice is talking next to me. My eyes keeps looking at the book thinking I imagined this voice.
However my minute of memories is vanishing away with his question this is why I take a few minutes to understand the meaning.
Even though my face is facing him my hood is still kept me from seeing his face completely.
Don't tell me I am sitting next to an egocentric.
Moving my body I am sinking myself in my seat.
Answering him will be a waste of time.
"Do I have to repeat myself?"
Oh he was really serious.
"I already answer l"
If he's intelligent I hope he understood.
Sometimes silence is the best answer to stupid question like this.
As I am coming back to my food, I note at the brief moment of our exchange that the girl in front of me keep glancing towards me.
Oh My God where did I end up to?