I walked onto the elevator and waved as it took them up to their floor. I pulled one from my pocket and called my father.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hello, Papa. Um, I need you to send the plane to B city the day after tomorrow to fetch me up here," I said.
"No son! I've bought you a round-trip commercial ticket already," He said.
"I know, Papa. But something had happened and that why I need you to send the plane here," I told him.
"What do you mean 'something had happened?" Are you telling me that you can't even fly to B city without getting into some kind of trouble that you created there, son!?" He questions in a high tone.
"NO, Papa. Okay, I just met someone."
"Oh, God! My son, I've heard enough trouble with you!" He sighed.
"Listen, Papa, you have to let me explain you first before you judge my needed. I met a boy in the commercial plane yesterday and he was very sick," He said.
"What?" he asked calmly.
