Malad stood near the gate of the hotel, texting her sister with her iPhone 4. She was standing right beside the spot, which she had glanced from her window last night. The swishing sound of the waves was much louder and clearer, making her even more nauseous than last night. The clouds were gathering into a huge circle above her head. Some dark power had pinched the huge, dark spinning top to gather round and round and round until lightning was squeezed out of it. It fell inches away from where Malad stood.
She jumped, the hair on her arms standing straight up. She was blinded by two hands squeezing her eyes shut and demanding, "Guess who?" Of course it was Amdo. But as soon as she opened her eyes again, his smile vanished. It was turned into more of a scowl as he noticed the empty surroundings and asked, "Where is everyone else?!"
An old woman came rushing towards them. "I stopped the driver from leaving because I noticed you two weren't there yet! But I can't hold him much longer. Hurry up!"
They ran with all the energy they could muster, with bags and trolleys lagging behind. The coach was full with all the passengers from the flight except for them two. As soon as they slumped on an empty seat "Thank God the lady was so kind as to notice that we are not here," he taunted, "because you don't even seem to notice that all passengers around you are GONE! We would have missed the coach to the airport if it wasn't for her!"
"I was texting my sister -" Malad tried to explain but was cut off. "Of course you were too busy texting!" Amdo continued.
"Where were YOU, if I may ask?" Malad returned.
"I was... buying something from the breakfast area." He said.
"Were you? Or were you too busy pocketing all the shampoos in the toilet?" Corrected Malad.
They both burst out laughing. The tension was broken until they reached the airport and found out, "The flight is delayed AGAIN?!" They shouted across to the airport official who guiltily hung up the black telephone which she had used to get the ominous message.
"That's enough." Amdo resolved, "We're not going to spend all week waiting for the stupid flight!" His face turned stern, the frown easing into a calm straight bridge as his eyes twinkled. He grabbed Malad's hand and stormed out of the airport. Calling a taxi, he slumped all the luggage into the hood and Malad into the back seat as he placed himself beside her. "To the dockhouse!" He ordered.
Ten minutes turned to half an hour, which turned to an hour. Malad was feeling pangs punch into her head. Her stomach grumbled, threatening to reject all her breakfast from the hotel. Her head spun around as she watched all the trees around the highways marching towards her, only to pass right through when the time arrived to plunge into her and relieve her of her pains. Her head was too heavy for her. She slumped it onto Amdo's lap and fell asleep.
Amdo stroked her head as if she were a little girl. "You two make a cute couple," the driver commented.
"Oh no, we are not a couple..." Amdo returned, "yet."
"Oh, I see..." the driver speculated, "Still, hopes up, my man!"
Amdo didn't know whether it was his foreign accent, his excited slap on the back of the chair, or what he said, but Amdo's roses returned to his cheeks, all blossoming.