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" Do you think she'd turn back to say goodbye again? I asked turning to the woman of my dreams watching her follow our daughter's retreating figure with longing in her bright blue eyes which seem to have lost its light.
Returning her attention back to me, gracing my being with a wide smile, pearly white teeth on full display, her eyes tell a different story as her mouth.
With unshielded hurt pouring out her beautiful orbs, blue eyes glassy with unshed tears I'm sure mine is no different
"No babe, no" the love of my life confirmed my doubt as we watched our daughter's fast departing silhouette painfully as she took each step away from us but into the unknown.
Knowing we'd only hold her back if she turns around and that's something I would never do to my own child even if it breaks me.
Ariel's POV
The flight went as smooth as it could be, seemly to have helped in calming my raging nerves, understanding the airport officials, passing the checkpoint and meeting the immigration officer was the challenging part of the whole process fortunately I got past it, thankful I put my heart and soul into learning Hangul.
They also seem grateful that I could understand and talk to them eloquently, it must have always being an hassle for them.
Now unto the next phase, my settling in.
it was planned and agreed that my Agent was to wait for me at the airport by 5:30pm Korean time as my plane lands at 6:00pm.
Frantically searching through the hoodle of homo sapiens waiting behind a barricade with cards in hands, smiling faces and impatient ones I prayed to find him.
I DID!!
Lord, I was starting to panic
He seemed to be a man in his mid forties yet looked and sounded so much younger, carrying an air of authority, making it seem like he's got everything under control, I hope he does, I dread being disappointed.
Hair in a low cut, dark navy blue suit well ironed, his black leather shoes shiny like a lipgloss was used to coat it, along side a black briefcase, held in his left hand.
"Hello, Mr Allen" I said, stretching my left hand for a handshake ~a gesture I hoped he found polite ~ with a tight lipped smile on my face.
"Welcome to Korea, Miss Ariel" he responded and clasped his right hand with mine. A professional smile spread on his face
"Thank you" he nodded in acknowledgment, gesturing to the exit as he walked along and I followed suite.
Mr. Allen proved to be worth every single damn dollar I paid him, he had a car ready to drive me to my apartment, I got to feast my eyes on the beauty of Seoul, a city filled with the hustle and bustle of humans, I spotted a few couples, I presumed they were couples, a few high schoolers, college students going out for drinks, some drunk adults staggering by the road side, beautiful cafes, they are beautiful. I'm excited. I'm hopeful. I'm scared. I'm alright. This shall go well.
Forcing away my worries for what the future holds unto for me, my concentration should be on my present, my reality.
Ouch
I haven't realized I was having one of my anxiety panics, my left legs swaying almost uncontrollably, I had unconsciously tugged at my skin, peeling off a piece next to my thumb cuticle. It was painful but it served a purpose.
I am back to reality, realising it was rude to sit silent while Mr. Allen drove me my apartment.
"Thank you for your help throughout this process, Mr. Allen" I remained as formal as I could be even though I've being told to address him as Allen.
"it's alright" his raspy voice resonated in the cold and silent car.
"it's my job, Ariel, besides I'm being paid so I've got to give it my all." he paused shifting his gaze from the road ahead to look at me, with concern?
I'm not so sure but those dark brown orbs of his were trying to warn me?
Shifting his gaze back to the road ahead, he continued
"In case you're having any problems, whatever it might be feel free to call me, I'd help in any way I can" he assured me
Odd
"I will be sure to do that, Mr. Allen, but let's be positive and hope nothing of such a take place" giggling at my words, he laughed along trying to ease the tension that has been built from the beginning of this awful conversation.
Gratefully, we arrived at my new home in an uncomfortably draining silence lost in thoughts, well speaking for myself though.
He pulled up into a huge building parking lot, the streets were quiet, the lot even more quiet, almost like it has no habitants.
Dim surface Led lights on each corners and ceiling, it's a lot of light enough to brighten up the place to lead to temporal blindness yet they were gentle to the eye.
Different cars, in size, shape, brand, packed next to one and other, each car lot was numbered. Was that to know how many cars the lot could take? just what was it for?
A stupid thing to be curious about especially when I need to be focused on what's currently befallen me, slowly getting out of the car I let my eyes take in the sight before me, Bright Hazel eyes lingering on the numbered posts.
"They are for each apartments"
Mr. Allen stated, which got me even more confused, his heavy stares on me.
"I'm sorry, what do you mean?" I inquired truly oblivious to what he must have meant, pushing aside my unease mind.
"Each apartment gets a lot, the numbered posts are for each apartment, 201 for resident in the apartment 201 and like that" he patiently explained
I glanced at where his car is packed, and he seem to have understood what I meant
"Yes, this is your lot, even if you don't have a vehicle it give no other residents the rights to use it and you can always complain"
ohh oh oh oh
Not bad, not bad at all, I wasn't throwing out money blindly after all.
"Thank you" I mumbled sending a polite smile his way, he reciprocated and then make his way to the already open trunk of his car
He pulled out the two big luggages, while I slung my bag on my shoulder, pulling the smaller out of the trunk. He pressed a button and it automatically starts closing while he turned around, directing me to the elevator.
I'm excited yet scared, excited because things have being going well and I'd like to see my new home, hoping it would be homelike even though it'd contain just me.
And scared because I'm afraid to be disappointed of what I see or be rejected by my neighbours.
All these mixed emotions, adding with the fact that I'm subtly dealing with jet lag that is starting to get to me, the walk to the elevator was a short one, we didn't have to wait long for elevator to get to us, seems like it wasn't in use.
Walking into the Box, it's probably from exhaustion but I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. I closed my eyes praying it would reduce the incoming headache accompanied with dizzy spells.
In my little fizzy I noted he pressed the button labelled 10, the 10th floor uh
Clutching onto my luggage handle for support, one I desperately need. Wishing to just arrive that this so called floor so I could get the hell out of the elevator.
Rest my head on the wall, I took in a deep breath, holding it in for a while just to slowly let it out, I snapped open my eyes to wake upon the sight of Mr. Allen stares. He must have being taken aback that I suddenly opened my eyes.
Letting out a dry cough, a failed attempt to clear the awkward air
"Are you alright?" he queried, probably finally able to get over that he was caught staring.
"Yeah, I'm okay, it's just jet lag, I'll get over it" I told, trying to convince myself along side.
He let out a 'hmm' with a knowing nod, I simply squinted my eyes to that action, while a ding announced our arrival to my apartment floor and I haven't being more grateful for anything.
Though I'd like to get off immediately, I waited for Mr. Allen to alight before I followed his trails.