Asmara Kemelut
Ingenious?
The waiting taxi has arrived, carrying the suitcase into the car and ready to drive to the destination.
An hour and a half drive to the hotel near the airport. Rere stepped foot through the hotel lobby suit door to pay his cab fare.
He then checked in, gave his identity card and received a room key given by reception staff.
Pulling his suitcase towards the floor of the room he ordered. Open the room door and put his suitcase bag on the table. He opened it and took out the toiletries he was carrying.
Rere then took his bathing ritual, relieving the fatigue in his body. The heat of the hot water flowing from the shower hole makes his body feel relaxed.
“Ah, freshness.” Her speech.
“AAAAAAAAAA.. Hahaha.” Rere shouted and laughed loudly.
His own satisfaction in his heart, his calculations did not miss. He praised himself repeatedly, clever or clever?
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After finishing with his bathing ritual, he swung his steps up onto the bed. Thinking about his plans for tomorrow, forgetting the ones that have been missed.
We don't have to remember yesterday, especially the painful thing. If what has passed is not as you wish, make it a valuable experience that you must leave behind.
Rere then grabbed his phone, all his communication access with Mark he blocked. But not on his social media page, Rere wanted to upload his picture while in Singapore.
Tomorrow, the day,
Leaving his big foot in a little hurry to leave the hotel lobby finished checking out, using a taxi to the airport.
It only takes thirty minutes to get to the airport. Rere then checks in flight tickets at the ticket counter at the airport.
Identification card and passport documents required. The staff checks in and then re-checks the documents to see if they are appropriate.
Then he gave Rere his printed ticket and let Rere into the waiting room.
Dropping for passport checks, Rere stood with the other passengers in front of the immigration counter after checking his luggage bag.
“You're on vacation huh Mba?” Ask the immigration officer.
“Yap.” Answer Rere.
Rere then steered his way towards the fast food restaurant inside the plane lounge.
Order her breakfast menu with one cup of warm tea. Enjoy it after one of the waiters served it on the table.
Occasionally staring at the clock on his wrist, checking the rest of the time he had to get into the plane.
“Still another hour.” Her speech.
Sending George a message that he was at the airport and an hour away.
And George replied, he was already at Changi airport waiting for his arrival. “Good, thanks.” Rere.
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Through loudspeakers at the airport, passengers with destinations to Singapore are welcome to enter the plane.
Stretching both feet up, Rere left the restaurant towards the entrance of the plane.
Show the printed ticket to the airport attendant and step inside the hallway of the plane door after they have invited him.
Rere headed to the seat number listed on the printed ticket, took his suitcase into the trunk of the plane with the help of flight attendants and took his seat.
Rere tightened his seatbelt, leaned his head against the window of the plane and closed his eyes slowly to sleep.
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Singapore, singapore,
An hour and fifty minute flight takes passengers to Singapore Changi Airport.
Rere slowly opened his two eyes, “Oh, this is Singapore.” He said as he stared at the runway and Changi airport from inside the plane.
Slowly, slowly,