SURVIVORS
Chapters 1. Departure (revision)
Widuri walked slowly towards the departure lounge chair. The airport crowd was unable to disrupt it. His heart was frozen and cold.
Frans's betrayal wound of her ex-husband is still very clear. Although it has been three months since Frans' confession to have been in love with Thea her own secretary, Widuri's heart is still bleeding. Moreover, Frans forced a divorce so that he could marry Thea immediately.
Yesterday the court settled their divorce. Until a while before, Widuri still felt dreaming and did not want to wake up. But Frans and Thea's shameless friendly attitude in court yesterday, really opened her consciousness. It's all over!
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Sipping a capuccino, Widuri glanced at the clock on her left wrist. It's still seven o'clock. There was still about an hour before entering the plane.
Sitting leisurely, Widuri took out her notebook. After taking a deep breath to reduce the pain in his heart, he started to scratch the pen..
Wednesday, 15 November 2021
Dear diary, yesterday I forgot to greet you for being too busy crying. The day goes by fast like running when we are drowning in daydreams. Just last night I decided to rest my brain with a short vacation. Seeing a new atmosphere, indulging in shopping and spending the divorce allowance money he gave me. I don't think that rewarding yourself is a sin.
Frans was so shameless about accusing me of not being able to give him a child because of his cheating. If only he knew that I had checked with the obstetrician and the doctor did not find anything wrong with my fertility and womb. If only she knew that the doctor was prejudiced that it was my husband who might have been the reason I couldn't get pregnant.. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...
Although the doctor repeatedly advised me to bring Frans to check himself, but how can I make him hurt and inferior if considered infertile? I loved him too much and didn't want him to feel weak and lose his pride in front of my family. But my compassion and understanding were betrayed in such a way. Forgetting all the love he used to say for himself.
Widuri closed her foggy eyes, tidied up her sunglasses and turned her eyes to the glass wall of the waiting room. The afternoon rain had changed and the air was getting colder.
While buttoning the sweater Widuri looked around. Airport activity is not reduced. Occasionally, the operator calls from a loudspeaker to other passengers. Officers and prospective passengers then move back and forth.
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The Lounge area.
A man is busy with his laptop. While typing on the keyboard he continued to listen to his secretary's voice from the small tool attached to his ear. Sometimes he replies and gives instructions.
"Astrid, I just sent you a file. You take care of it as I said before and leave it to Luke. Tell him to set it up immediately. I want that to be done when I get back from Manila next week. Emphasize to her that I don't want to accept any more excuses. This is his last chance!"
"Okay, sir," said the voice across the street.
The man kept the laptop in his briefcase. She was still checking her gadgets when a female lounge staff approached.
"Mrs. Dean Whittman?" tanyanya.
"Yes" replied the man.
"It's time to get on the plane. Let me drop off" said the female staff.
"Well, thank you," Dean replies, then keeps his gadget in his suit pocket.
He took the coat that had been draped on the arm of the sofa and stepped along the direction of the staff towards the entrance of the executive class.
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In the executive class there are six seats and it's all filled. "Maybe because it's near the holiday season in December" Dean Whittman thought.
She headed for the seat the flight attendant showed her. Right front seat on the window side. Perfect!
Dean travels very often and is never disappointed with his choice of secretary. The plane is comfortable so he can rest for a while.
"I'll have to buy her some souvenirs when I get back" Dean promised in his heart.
Dean ignored the surroundings and tried to close his eyes as a flight attendant handed out a snack box and fruit juice packed in a small plastic cup.
He then began to enjoy the snacks served while waiting for the plane to take off. He had no time to eat anything in the Lounge as he was busy making some errands for Astrid.
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After the plane was in the air, Widuri again took out her notebook and intended to return to writing. But the young girl sitting next to him greeted.
"To SG want a vacation or work, Ma'am?" tanyanya tried to be friendly and make small talk.
"Vacation!" Widuri answered short, hoping not to be asked again.
At the moment Widuri does not want to be disturbed by anyone. He wants to be alone. He just wanted to pour all his heart into his notebook. He and his notebook have their own world estranged from around. He liked that isolation at the moment.
But the young girl turned out to be a very, very friendly type of person.
"If I go to SG to meet my husband," he said with sparkling eyes and a smile growing sweet.
Those sparkling eyes and smiles, typical of people falling in love and getting drunk misses. Without realizing it, Widuri's smile disappeared and turned sad. The girl was surprised and quickly held her hand with a look of regret in her eyes.
"Are my words not pleasing to you? I'm sorry, I won't say much anymore. Sorry yes. I really don't know what part of my words you don't like" he said non-stop, cupping his hands in front of his chest a sign of apology.
Widuri sighed for a moment. He said he didn't want to talk anymore. But how many words did he say before he finally stopped talking?
"Ah, there is no. I'm just having trouble, so I want to be alone first and take a week off at SG. So it's not your fault" replied Widuri. He turned his attention to his notebook and began writing.
*Dear diary, I'm already on the plane. I want to forget those bad things and embrace a new day, a new world, a new hope. I hope my life can be better.
After returning from this holiday, I will be submitting my resignation. If I stay at the company, I'll be more likely to meet Frans because he's the director of a branch company. I really don't want to see her in my life anymore. I'm sick!
"Yes, it was the right decision," Widuri thought as she looked at her notes.
The flight attendant delivered dinner. Widuri kept the book and put the lunchbox on the table. He was hungry and wanted to eat now.
The seafood fried rice served is eaten greedily and quickly. Well, it's just a little, just for the hungry stuffer. No wonder it's over soon. At the hotel later he'll have to order a real dinner, or he won't be able to sleep because of hunger.
When the flight attendant returned to walk to the pantry, Widuri called while thrusting her empty rice box.
"It's over, ma'am, thank you," said Widuri smiling awkwardly at the beautiful flight attendant surprised.
"alright. Do you want anything else?" ask the flight attendant kindly.
"Oh no, thank you. That's enough for now," Widuri replied as she shook her hand a sign of refusal.
Widuri folding table. He wants to go to the toilet now, before he gets some rest. There's still half an hour before the plane lands. He walked towards the toilet through the row of seats in the front.
Passing a middle-aged, gray-blond woman who is coolly knitting to kill time. It was amazing to see the patience of knitters, turning yarn into cloth and all sorts of things. "I can die of boredom working on it" he thought to himself.
Returning to his seat, Widuri chose to keep the seat belt. He began to close his tired and sore eyes due to lack of sleep and lots of crying.
"My eyes must be swollen now. Later at the hotel want to sleep until siaanggg. No need to get up early and prepare breakfast for your husband. No need to rush to work!" his inner.
"It's a new day, a day of my freedom" he murmured with a faint smile.
Suddenly the plane shook violently and exited instructions over the loudspeaker to sit down and tighten the seat belt.
Pilot information, plane facing storm. Widuri said a prayer from her lips, then the last thing she heard was a hysterical scream full of fear from the passengers.
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