Funerals have come and gone. Christmas was coming. Candice spent his time emailing Rio and reading comforting articles while he worked. On Christmas Eve, she volunteered to escape the pain and give others a chance to be with her family. He came home late at night, but the caravan was on. Christmas lights on an old artificial Christmas tree in front of a large windshield. But he didn't decorate anything for Christmas. He thought he was in the wrong place until he saw Tiff's shiny car in the driveway. Tiffany hugged him tightly in front of the door. "I thought I should never forget Christmas. He wouldn't want that.
Candice sighed. "You are right."
Tiff instructed him to sit in front of his mother's empty chair on the floor, just like he did when he was a child. He noticed that Tiff had moved Candace's present from the counter under the tree. Candice smiled, shrugged, and handed it to him. When Tiffany opened an album full of pictures of my mother, she apologized, "I didn't know what else to give you." Tiffany swallowed back tears. 'Wonderful. Now it's yours.
He held the card in an envelope with a large red foil ribbon. Without thinking, Candice opened the envelope and unfolded the card. Inside was a boarding pass. A ticket to Bali, Indonesia.
"If you want a return or one-way ticket, you can refund it." Tiffany gave him a sympathetic look. "Too many!"
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"I guess, you get up even better." He laughed. "Don't worry about Telipio. I know you come."
He took a crossing on the stopper and said goodbye, checked his bags, checked his bags and passed the Security. The day was here. On the other side of the long plane, the Rio surface is visible and is waiting for his artoforta Bali. He waited months to meet her, but a few more hours seemed like forever. He checked his reflexes again and smiled at her long blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and those sweet curves he loved.
It no longer belongs. He took the book and tried to read it while he waited. It was time to board and Candace glanced at the crew waiting at the gate. They said in low voices with worried faces. One of them picked up the phone and started talking. "Passengers of flight 847 to Indonesia are advised that your flight has been canceled until further notice."
Candice's heart raced as the operator hung up. undoubtedly. Something is wrong. He opened his laptop, went online and sent a quick email to Rio to inform him of the delay. He may not have understood, but it gave him hope. At least he didn't have to stay at the airport for hours like he did. Candice joined other passengers at the counter to get more information. A new boarding pass will be issued for the next flight. Until then, enjoy the lounge. He sighed and ran away. Time passed. Candice bought the magazine and read it all. He couldn't focus on the book. He walked into the restaurant, ordered a salad, and then concentrated too much. The news was coming from the TV above the bar. Then the word Indonesia came to my mind. He dropped his salad and walked over to the TV, reaching for the volume, ignoring the people at the bar. "... Desolation everywhere. Experts are calling this the worst tsunami in recent history."
When the screen changed to a reporter on the ground, Candace sat down on a bar stool, panting as she stared at the ruined backdrop. Buildings were swept away, trees uprooted and streets flooded. . "Are you ok?" The bartender leaned over and put his hand on his shoulder and asked. He saw it and saw that only the image of Liu's birthplace, the country he hoped to be his one day, was vividly etched in his memory. He blinked and then shook his head. "I have to go there." He pointed to the television. Before she could say anything else, she grabbed her bag and ran to the counter. The journey was long and painful. Two days later he went around the world, went to Borneo, paid the fisherman and crossed to Bali. ;
After that, it took me half a day to find where Rio lives. If his house is there. On the way, they once passed completely different areas such as resorts, villas, slums and suburbs, but now they are mercilessly destroyed by the sea. Surprisingly, Rio's house was still standing
It took several hours to wash out and pass. When Candace forgot her laundry and stood in front of Rio's sturdy log cabin hanging from a line, she was tired, shocked, and not sure what to look for. He put his heart in his mouth and knocked on the door. The young woman immediately opened it and opened it as soon as she saw Candice. "Is Rio here?"
"You must be Candace." The girl spoke with a smile and a thick accent. "I'm Leo's sister, Saint. I have to go in," she said.