Journey with a mixed feelings

I shed my tears on my way to the airport. I will tell you about it as you read on. Meanwhile…………

YEAYY…!!! I will be spending a night with my parents. I'm excited

Last week, I hesitated to make this detour visit, thinking of the extra expenses on airfare and leaving my family behind. Just for a night  stay cost me as much as going overseas. Then I called my mom. I just wanted to hear her voice. I told her that I will be going to Sabah, but not to Lahad Datu, my beloved hometown. We talked and laughed. She updated me on things that she had been wanting to say. There were so many things she told. Some I pretended as if I’ve not heard before, some were actually new info. My mom could have been longing to talk to her children, when my call came in.

As I put off the phone, the guiltiness felt in me. Guilty of not having to be with my parents. I’ve been away since my primary school day. And now I am living far away from them.

Next, I picked up the phone. “Malaysian Airline , good afternoon. I’m ‘so-and-so’, may I help you?” I heard the voice from the other end, after about 10 minutes hearing to the waiting mode music. Happily I changed my flight and topped up the cost. The price is nothing compare to my love towards my parents. I didn't regret the extra expenses at all.

Now, I’m in the flight, on the way to my hometown, Lahad Datu. Its located in Sabah, about 55 minutes flight from the capital state, Kota Kinabalu, where the Highest mountain in SEA is found (Mount Kinabalu). Thats where I am to conduct a seminar on the following day. I will be busy. I haven't really prepared for my coming speech and presentation. But, until then, I just want to spend time with my parents and siblings, and nephews and nieces. My one night stay is so precious.

KLIA international Airport was so packed when I arrived. But there was no one attending the used-to-be checking counter.

“There is no more checkin counter, Ma’am. You can checkin at the machine” She pointed at those non-human airline staff.

At the machine, I keyed-in my ticket number, then my country code, then it asked me if I wanted to change my seat. touched on the ‘change seat’. I browsed thru the seat. I was the last passenger to check-in. Flight full. No other seat to choose, but my own initial seat. THEN WHY GIVE A CHOICE TO CHANGE SEAT..?? DUMBO.

I picked up my boarding pass and walked toward the counter of Baggage-drop-off. WWWOOOOAAAA……. such a long line. So the checkin machine doesn't really help much on passengers travelling with luggage.

Passing by the security check, I stepped down the escalator. I turned around as fast as I could. Too late OMG..! The escalator wouldn't reverse.  Oh no.! Why did I forget to do that.? I regretted.

I practice giving a final glance to him, my lover, before my the wall comes in between us. Bollywood-like love affair. Don't puke..! Continue reading.

I didnt look back for him, in this trip. It upset me a little. I slow-walked to the waiting lounge.

I stepped down the ailse, all the way to the 3rd end row. I seated in the middle of 2 ladies, To my left, a Pakistani. She doesn't look left of right, but either stay focused on her novel or collecting Zeds..(Zzz.) On my right, a European lady who doesn't want to hear the world. She also focused on her Novel with both ears stuffed with earphone. I could hear her music. That was loud. I wasn't annoyed by that, but  by those flight attendants who kept on having their arms crossing on my face, for this lady, with a stuffed ears. I stayed calm and wondering how can people walk around with earphone. HELLO..!!!!! CAN YOU HEAR ME..??????

Sitting behind me are children about 4-6 years old. They must be siblings. They talked, they screamed, they sang, they had fun in the flight. They got over excited at times and kept on kicking on my seat. That reminded me of my loving hubby who sent me to the airport. He hates it when children sitting behind him and kicking his seat, especially in a long flight. Anyway, those kicking didn't really bother me. BECAUSE…………… I had something else in mind.

That ‘something’ was the same thing that caused me to shed tears on my way to the airport. It was about my stray kitten. 3 of them. I found them all died this morning. Doggy was the last one to die. Early morning I found him lying dead beside his 2 other siblings. Pirate Jr and Kim died few hours before him. I watched those tiny bodies. Speechless.

My poor little one.They are all dead. All. Not even one stay to accompany my morning. I used to feed them and play with them before I leave for work.Their time is up, Nadia said. Fine. I accept it.

I landed at Kota Kinabalu International Airport at around 11:40 am. Beautifully renovated.

1.5 hours gap to my next flight, as the other passengers, I walked fast towards the toilet.

HAH..!! gotta stay in line.? I needed to get in. Phew!! My turn, at last.

As if that was the longest pee-ing I’ve ever did. It wasn't really that long, but thats how I felt. I couldn't wait to get the heck out of the filthy cubicle. The stink was unbearable. No doubt, it was the same toilet in KKIA, which I’ve used and found them clean and tidy, before this. But I wonder what happened to the awareness. I wanted to complain but I didn't bump unto any cleaners. What an embarrassing.

I rushed out and washed my hand. I got the last drop of soap. I felt so dirty.Then..”excuse me..” The lady after me, handed my handbag. GOSHHH…!! I stomped actually out of the cubicle leaving my hand bag behind. Thats how horrible it was. I could not explain more. It triggered my headache, really. Such a nice airport huh... Too bad.

Ops..!! I gotta board.

Its a beautiful sight of Kota Kinabalu thru the window of Fokker. In another 50 minutes I will be with my parents. I want to hug them and kiss them. I want to be with them throughout my few hours stay in this hometown of mine. I hope to forget my sadness as I reached there.

I will surely miss my hubby and kids, at night, though.

Whatevs..Bon Voyage!