Her footsteps suddenly stopped as the large suitcase in her hand was halted. But, she did not let go of her grip on the handle. Instead, she tightened it as the enthusiasm overcame her. Finally, she arrived at her destination, England.
Glara took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She did it several times to satisfy her nose at the fresh scent.
It sounded weird, right? Was there a difference between British air and the country of her origin?
It was the same. The air would be the same everywhere. What humans need is oxygen. And all she did was a form of the freedom she finally got.
Freedom?
Yes, the freedom she had longed for and had finally earned with a long and great effort.
Her eyes wandered around, surveying her surroundings. The view of the airport was bustling with human activities. Moreover, this is London, a place claimed to be one of the busiest cities in the world. So, the activities at the airport were also alive.
However, one thing caught her attention. They were all very tall. Compared to her, who was only one and a half meters tall, they were like models with slender bodies.
Oh, she wanted it too. But, that could not happen. Her body had stopped growing. Even after her middle school years, she felt like she wasn't growing anymore. Some of her friends, who used to be the same height as her, had surpassed her. Meanwhile, she stayed like this and became a tiny girl.
Actually, she didn't mind it. She had accepted her body's shape because it was not something she could change quickly. Even the doctor couldn't fix it. Was there an operation to increase height? To her knowledge, none. So, she had given up hope of having a model body.
The problem was her surrounding people, especially her parents. It seemed that they were difficult to accept their daughter's condition that was born ordinary. Not pretty, not tall, and nothing special. She was the embodiment of a normal girl in her land. She had skin that tended to be tan, which, even if she rubbed it hard, wouldn't turn white according to her mother's wishes. Besides, she decided to have short hair. Again, contrary to the perception of her parents' beauty. Ah, to be precise, she cut it right before her departure to leave Indonesia, her homeland.
Glara took another deep breath and let it out quickly. That was enough. She didn't want to remember the past she had just left a day ago. She would bury it and hoped it wouldn't bother her anymore. From now on, her new life began.
She started to walk, continuing her delayed journey. On her first day, she didn't have much of plans. She would focus on finding the apartment she had rented for a month and organizing her things. Perhaps, she could walk around her apartment to know the environment and find essential places, such as mini-markets, ATMs, hospitals, pharmacies, etc.
Suddenly, her legs stopped again after remembering something. She hadn't ordered a taxi yet. But later, she realized that this was not Indonesia, where she could ask the driver to wait for her to leave the inside area. She was only a tourist who must maintain her behavior. After all, she was still an Indonesian, even though she was determined to replace his citizenship as she planned to erase her past. But it couldn't be done instantly unless she married a man here.
However, getting married was not her priority right now. Glara wanted to enjoy her freedom first.
She continued on her way after deciding to order a taxi as soon as she found the exit.
In fact, this was her first trip abroad. Glara rarely traveled because her parents hardly ever took her far from Jakarta. The farthest city she had ever visited was Bandung. It was because her grandmother lived there. In addition, she was not free to go even with her friends because her parents gave her an allowance which was only enough for the trip to and from school. So, she managed her own finances and did not remember exactly when she started supporting her parents instead.
Because of that, she was looking forward to the day of her freedom.
Ah, why did she keep remembering her past life? Was this what it felt like after being detached from a burden? Shadow of the past that still bound her firmly.
She paused again, only to shake her head vigorously to erase the distractions of her past. Her focus was on the present and the future. And... When would she reach her destination if what she had been doing were walking-stopping continuously?
However, it seemed that the universe was holding her back. She had only taken a step forward when an oddity made her feet stop in place. She smelled a strange scent, something different from before. It felt calming and refreshing simultaneously, and it relieved her nerve.
She automatically turned around to look for the source. Her head turned right, then left, guessing which one might have brought the smell up. And all she found was the same sight, the density of people.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, slightly disappointed at her futile search. If she found whatever it was, she wanted to ask where she could get a similar scent. She thought it could help her get through her early days of freedom easier. But, since she couldn't find it, she needed to search for another way to calm her mind.
But wait. Who was that man? Why did he look at her like that?
A frown appeared on her forehead. Was he really looking at her?
Glara had to look around to prove her conjecture. And she did not find anyone who was staring back at him. Even when she returned her gaze to him, he didn't budge and still stared at her, barely blinking. This time, it felt more intense, as if giving her the answer that she was the one he meant. It was her who caused him to freeze in place.
She slightly tilted her head, unsure of how to react at that. Approaching him was clearly impossible. She didn't know him at all. Also, she was afraid of being overconfident in her guess. What if she was wrong? She couldn't bear the embarrassment.
So, the best option was to ignore him. Glara turned away and continued on her way. She would pretend it never happened.
Unlike Glara, the man staring at her walking towards the exit door never thought the same as her. He didn't want to ignore this meeting. After all, he had been waiting for this for a long time.
"We need to cancel our flight," he said, still not taking his eyes off of the woman who had sucked up all his focus. He wanted to use every second to record her in his memory.
"What's wrong, Wyatt?" asked Theo, the man standing beside him, while following Wyatt's gaze in bewilderment. All the time, Wyatt just stood there, barely blinking, as if he had met a ghost. Or maybe...
Wyatt turned to Theo when Glara had wholly disappeared from his sight. And it also gave a feeling of loss in his heart. "I think I found my mate."
Theo looked at Wyatt, then his gaze. The surprise was apparent on his face. "Is she?" he asked for sure. He had seen the woman Wyatt focused on. Of course. Wyatt kept looking in one direction and only at one woman. Anyone could guess right away. However, he still needed to confirm.
"Yes. Can you find information about her?"
Theo immediately nodded at the request, which also sounded like an order to him. "Sure, Alpha."