"Ahem!"
One cough. A simple sound from a stranger but conveys such a deep profound that enough for me to wish the ground to swallow me whole.
"Ahem!"
Then another one unnatural cough coming from another stranger. A little bit louder and longer than the previous one from behind me. And like a fool I standing there stupefied.
Then everything becomes dark. Accompanied by an intoxicated male fragrance that I become familiar with yesterday.
If only what I wished become true. Fainted on the spot and taken away from the reality of hell. That's what shoujo manga usually took place when the heroine was caught in deep depression or in shock situation.
Of course ' if only...' is wishful thinking. The outcome will never be as wonderful as I wish. I am not tender heart graceful heroin. Far from it. I am too healthy and too hard to get sick. I am grateful to God for giving me a very healthy body but the ungrateful side of mine wishing my body to breakdown right now so I can perform a fainted scene that I longing for.
My imagination wish scene shattered into a thousand pieces when a male voice resounding outside the darkness.
"Open your eyes, stay close and watch your steps."
I try bracing my self to open my heavy eyelids, the darkness no longer blinded my eyes. But my sight coverage, of course, limited with the coat hiding my head and half upper body. I didn't remove Alex's coat that still draped over my head. A bit heavy but " comfort" me nonetheless. I feel 'safer" from the eyes that might still be watching me since that mishaps. My cowardice self really does prefers that way.
This time, I am grateful for Alex, to be the one rescue me, the damsel in distress despite he might still struggling with himself from literally wringing my neck. And maybe he can read my mind since he grabs my hand and like a lamb into the slaughter, I dutifully follow him from behind.
Okay. Let's rewind seven minutes prior to this situation...the longest seven minutes I want to erase from my life history.
I was too deep in my thought and walking straight without noticing I have already bypassed the area of claiming baggage. But that's not the worst part. Because rather than toward exit, I nonchalantly walk into the male washroom. I repeated, M.AL.E washroom!!
There is no excuse of scene where I can acting ["Oh, sorry my mistake. Since it just sides to side" while putting my hand on my chest and laughing awkward by anyone who facing me].
It was three. T.H.R.E.E. I tell you, its three meters apart from the female washroom! And there is a guy who just finished his "business" walk out and didn't notice I am standing in front of him when he trying zipping his pants!
Please kill me now!
If Alex didn't jerk my hand at this crucial moment, my innocent eyes might unintended fall into the direction where the zipping sound comes from. I guess Alex notice that my mind already disconnected from my body due to shock.
But the seconds' cough from the guys who came out from the washroom, wakes me from my stupor. And I watch dumbly Alex removes his coat with a very frightening expression. Is he going to hit me into a bloody mess and don't want to taint his coat with my blood? I closed my eyes instantly try not to think too much my "later" scene from domestic violence. But instead of pain, I feel my head feels heavy like a wet blanket been draped over my head.