Olivia smiled looking at the plane window that displays a beautiful view of the sky clouds.
"Welcome to Italy. Mama, I'm home" After a year of working in England, Olivia was finally able to return to her home in Italy.
Olivia looked down at her phone which showed a photo of Evelyn watering flowers. The photo was taken secretly.
"Hmm, that woman," the voice man from Olivia's side of the seat said.
Olivia was surprised. He turned and looked at the man seriously. "What is it?" He asked worriedly. It sounds impossible for a British citizen to recognize his mother.
"He was a missing person who was always reported in the newspapers. I know from my uncle," he replied with his eyes closed. His memory of the woman was a little fat, he perfectly recognized her face.
Olivia's heart was pounding. "O-people are missing?" Olivia's eyes were sad, a puddle of tears in one Blink was ready to wet her cheeks.
"Yes, until now it has not been found," the man nodded.
'Oh my God, is my mother okay? It's stupid that I'm too cool with my job as a traveler until the news of my mother's disappearance just doesn't know,' Olivia's inner voice screamed in disappointment. He uses himself so that can not maintain communication with his parents.
Olivia clutched a tray containing a dish of spread bread that she asked the flight attendant a few minutes ago.
Unable to bear the heavy crush on her heart, Olivia burst into tears.
The journey that Olivia was supposed to look forward to with pleasure, now turned into a very deep sorrow. Evelyn was reported missing. Do not know the cause of the disappearance or how up to a month long time there have been no bright spots found.
Olivia cried silently, the back of her hand wiping the tears that soaked her cheeks.
"Hey, don't cry. Calm down," the man was worried, he was confused about how to stop Olivia's tears.
Elsewhere, magnificent skyscrapers. Windows overlooking the dense landscape of the elite city dwellers. A man was worried, he was confused about how to stop Olivia's tears.
Elsewhere, magnificent skyscrapers. Windows overlooking the dense landscape of the elite city dwellers. A smiling man grinned. His right-hand sticks a famous brand phone to his ear.
"Don't let my ex arrive at the Downtown Airport," his stern voice gave a slightly cruel order. He hated his ex-girlfriend.
Answer from across the phone. "All Right, Sir. Just wait for my word. "You'll be happy," the call ended.
"I won't let you be happy. Olivia Wilson, " resentment after the romantic relationship ended, he was hurt by Olivia's attitude that dared to deny it. Olivia prefers her career to be a traveler, often hanging out with other men makes her less approving and her heart feels jealous.
If he already has an item, then not an inch should be touched or damaged. No matter what people say, he is too possessive and overbearing.
Even when parting words, Olivia agreed and did not choose to maintain his love. His mind was more and more convinced that Olivia's love was not so big and serious. He felt played.
"In vain I bought a ring as a gift for your birthday, it turns out that you want us to part," his hands clenched into a tight fist. Olivia's plan failed.
***
A man was busy typing a story he had just released. The screen of that iPad showed several paragraphs of dialogue and narration about the Dragon swordsman's story.
"Done," her lips smiled contentedly.
Suddenly, the plane's alarm goes off and makes the passengers excited.
"Oh my god! What the hell is this?"
"Oh my God, I'm scared."
"Is the plane having technical problems?"
"All passengers remain seated, calm. No one stands still," an instructive voice from a pilot broadcast an emergency announcement.
Olivia's nervous. "Will this plane crash?" He bit his lip in panic.
'If this plane goes down, I can't go back to Italy,' his heart was not at ease. Olivia hasn't even searched Evelyn's whereabouts.
The plane's propeller came off, sparks of which burned the tip of the plane, making the plane lose control.
Olivia, who felt like the plane was about to plunge, held her fingers tightly to the passenger seat. Her lips prayed to God, asking for salvation. He just wanted to go home and get to the Italian airport safely.
"Try to get this plane to the island. Don't go overboard, or our passengers will drown and disappear. You know, the ocean is big. I don't want their families to never see each other again," the man in the pilot's uniform suggested to the friend next to him. Dicky, the pilot driver will determine the plunge point when the plane is no longer stable.
"I'm trying. But, the balance of this plane is hard for me to master, Ricky. Why did such a disaster happen to us?"Dicky asked languidly, he was sad. My first career as a pilot should end today. The chances of survival are small.
"Trust me, and follow my lead," Ricky nods, assuring Dicky that all will be well. Bad accident or not, he and Dicky have to try their best.
The man who had typed the story on his Ipad, he immediately put the object in the bag.
"No, this plane is going down. I still want to live, I haven't published a story. Oh My God, please save me," he prayed with his hands on his chest. Begging to be given a long life.
One, two, three…
The plane veered onto a remote island, crashing with a loud thud that gave rise to black smoke and a cracked cabin on impact into a shady tree.
A thud made the animals in the forest squeal in surprise.
Far from residential areas. No one knows about the crash of R-1509.
Before that, the cries for help, pleading with God for forgiveness, the cries and screams of the passengers.
Now, no sound of any kind is heard. The burning smell and the mixture of aviation gasoline stung into one.
What about Olivia?
And what is the condition of the man who wrote the novel?