"What a pain to be stuck between the boss and him!" Khadijah muttered in her small heart.
*
The Istanbul to london journey took nearly four and a half hours, the plane starting to land at London City Airport.
Hoam.
Samuel yawned, Khadijah just glanced sarcastically, "Sir, are you satisfied with leaning on my shoulder? Your head is swearing like a rock!"
Samuel frowned, "Yes, it's called an unconscious person! But, you must be lucky to be my headrest."
Khadijah smiled wryly, "You know what, if your words make me nauseous!"
"Nauseous?" Samuel repeated.
"Yes, nausea, sir!" Khadijah began to say with full emphasis on words.
"It's just a matter of throwing up," said Samuel.
"Ugh, you pluto man!" Dumel Khadijah.
"Hurry up! We have to get to the hotel immediately! Don't walk like a snail giving birth!" shouted Samuel.
Khadijah felt like wrapping the human Pluto, then throw it away from the earth.
"Dear!"
