On the MH379 flying through the ocean of the vast Pacific Ocean, Matilda Michael sat in a window seat in the common compartment, his heavy eyes filled with sadness heading away, wandering through the dark clouds, sighing for a moment.
"I don't know at this hour, Xavia, have you heard the vicar's question? Will you say yes?"
"Well, that's the person I chose. I wish you both happiness until your teeth turn gray."
"What you can't bring me can help me achieve them. He's got money, he's got rights, he's handsome, he's always surrounded by girls, but he's only after you."
"8 years and 6 months and 12 days, that's the time we spent together, knowing you, and being loved is the happiest thing, and it's also the biggest pain in my life. Just because I've always failed, I've been poor, I've existed orphaned what you've said. You're right, you're not wrong, but you're born with the best. So, all these years you've been trying, it's just, you don't seem to belong here, people. I don't blame you for leaving me behind."
"I decided to leave this place, come to work, and try to forget you. I'm going to start a new life without you every day. Sorry for your wedding, I couldn't make it. I hope you..."
Matilda Michael thought more deeply about herself, he sighed, and looked at the sky, perhaps it was unpleasant inside, which had been raining all week.
He raised his mouth and laughed:
- I don't know if it's raining like this. Will the church have a roof? It's best if the wind blows all over the roof... Haha.
All of a sudden!
- Attention, sir. The plane is experiencing some technical problems that are causing an imbalance due to bad weather, and the pilot is working to fix the problem, so please sit down and refrain from traveling.
A girl's voice rang out. Matilda Michael rubbed her chin, muttering:
- Yeah. This flight attendant's voice is so nice. I just wanted to get a deadline, but I got an alarm. Hey! We're not that unlucky, are we?
- Whoops! Next to me! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
- Why is the plane shaking so much?
A sour voice roared:
- Can you fly a plane?
Matilda Michael looked at the fat grandmother sitting in the chair right in front of her, her face was burning like a turkey, her limbs were dancing, her saliva was splashing everywhere, and she thought:
"If you can drive, why don't you go drive for me? Who's the one who wants to go? Why do you keep clinging to me when I'm out of here?"
Matilda Michael's fortune was terrible from childhood to adulthood. Eight years old, his parents suddenly died in a car accident. He was raised by his grandmother, but by the time she was 12, she had severe pneumonia and died in the coldest cold in history, male 2008.
He was transferred to the orphanage, and he was sent to the end of his senior year. After that, he got a part-time job, enrolled in the University of Information Technology, got a diploma, and got a job as an engineer.
Just a little relieved, after three years of business, the company went bankrupt, and he lost his job. That's where he's had the longest time. Later, every three or four months, Matilda Michael lost her job for a lot of damn reasons: being late. I'm late for the plan, no beer with you, no Arabic...
Even though he's been late for more than two hours due to a traffic accident on bridge X, the plan is for the whole quarter, but it's completed in a week, doesn't like to go to a bear hug, a US joint venture, neglecting to learn Arabic... There's no such thing as logic.
Perhaps the luckiest thing in his life was to have loved Xavia Joan, but she also left him.
This time he decided to leave the country, go to the Norwegian branch's A&B bank, look for a chance to change his life, and start over. But, on this flight... I don't think that's the right choice.
- Whoo! Whoo!
He was startled, the sound from the explosion immediately cut off Matilda Michael's thoughts. In the eyes of the crowd looking out the window, he was angry at first, then bitter.
- Aah!
- Help me.
People shouted, and the scene was chaotic. Everywhere there was a cry, a cry. This time, it was still the voice of the escape, but this time, it was accompanied by confusion and panic:
- Please calm down... We're trying to reach the nearest landing post, and the pilot is trying to control the situation. Please don't leave your seats...
- How the hell is that the plane doesn't check before takeoff? What kind of business are you doing? You bastards.
- Bastards.
There was a series of scolding noises. The flight attendant was so frightened that there was no blood left on her face because she was so scared inside. And now she has to promise to be subjected to the harsh, abusive scolding of the crowd, a girl in need of help, a small white hand sweeping the corners secretly, covering his mouth, trying not to cry.
Matilda Michael also knew what a burning plane meant, in the middle of the vast ocean, even if she could find the nearest landing post, they didn't have much. That's the time.
Before life was over, he suddenly felt good. Death is the end of a series of dark months of failure and bitterness. Reincarnation? Next life? If there is, it's fine if there isn't, if there isn't, it doesn't matter who doesn't die, sooner or later it's gone to nothing, back to dust.
When he had nothing to regret, he began to pay more attention to his surroundings. To capture all the meanness and cruelty of people in the face of death, no more. High bar, no more false masks, they're all so real, so bloody real.
Lost among the despicable souls, he suddenly sees something very beautiful, tilting his head to observe, and the more he looks at you, the more he sees that you're different.
"I'm sorry for you, I've done my job so well, the plane crash is something no one wants. The only regret of my life right now is probably witnessing you. But, at least maybe you shouldn't die in anger, not being trampled by the crowd."
Thinking so, he stood up coolly and shouted:
- Shut up!
Seeing everyone surprised, turning around, he suddenly realized that his voice was so influential. Perhaps Xavi is right, voice is the most attractive. Matilda's Michael's.
His face was handsome, cold, but the only thing that made his cheekbones protrude, rather emaciated, though less handsome, was more than harsh, dark, with big eyes. Full of anger, in a white shirt, smooth pants, and very calm-looking, he looked like a real gangster. It's Splash.
Most of them are the big mouth, hard and deep inside, and a rabbit liver. It was just a scream, but everyone was suppressed. Eyes from all sides, he looked at the tall, skinny young man standing there.
Everyone thought at a glance.
- Who is he? How can you not be scared?
Despite the shaking of the plane, his hands clung to the front and back seats, accompanied by an unconcerned look that made no one dare to cough half a word.
Matilda Michael's low voice rang out:
- Listen to me. Stop cursing. It's useless to curse now. The plane's going down. Everyone, please cherish this last minute. Who's left? Find something to write to them. Whatever you do, don't hold an innocent girl until the last minute. Swear words indifferently It's so quiet.
Everyone was startled, and the mood seemed to be immediately plunged into endless gloom after a word.
That's right! No one wants to die if they're alive. Come to think of it, there are only a few minutes left, and the plane tilts more violently, but everyone calms down for a few moments. If he doesn't know the plane crashed, there's no hope of survival. Someone cried. There's someone who's lost. There's a hurry. Tears, tears, tears. Quickly put something in the small bag in front of the chest and lock it in hope that the loved one will see less grief.
So powerful, but at the last minute of his life, every image of his memory unfolds realistically in his head.
It's only been a day since he had hands with Xavia Joan. Look at your smile, look at him happy whenever he makes her do pretty little things. How beautiful that innocent smile is. During the days with her, he was really happy.
"Thank you, Xavia! If I ever met you in my next life, I would still love to love you, to be with you. I won't lose you again... I swear!"
Matilda Michael hugged her face, two long hot tears that had not appeared for a long time now finally flowed down, but the more tears he shed, the colder his heart was.