Curiosity comes up slowly on amount of time left in the journey causing me switch the lightness of screen at front. Meanwhile, a flight attendant passes through me, pulling up the window binder. Shininess from sun tells me that we are nearly arrive since our estimated arrival time is 8:05a.m. Tiny notice board appears on the screen satisfy my heart of curiosity. Lay back for a quick nap before landing again.
Although my eye is close, the feeling of the plane descending gradually step by step warns me the journey is nearly end. My belly is surrounded by seat belt reassured me that flight attendant will not wake me up for seat belt. Undernearth seat belt was the blanket which allowed me keep me away from coolness air.
My short nap ends when the feet of the plane rubbing the ground and my eyes open. Captain’s voice can be heard clearly but none of these words are understandable. Ground appears in the window with some airplane passes telling me we have arrived destination safely. There is no light inside plane so relying on the brightness of light from the window to see everyone is siting quietly.
Once the light in plane switched on, everyone are standing up as breaking out cages chickens as rushing to open the top luggage cabinet for their belongings. Some of them are remaining still in their seat and some of them continue moving out to the corridor. Seeking in both corridors which queue is quicker. My initial idea of rushing out quickly has been stopped by my neighbors since they are not following passenger’s rushing. They pick up their backpacks underneath the front seats and putting its on their seat waiting. Although my body is covered with the frustration of heat, questioning them are not moving to corridor for getting a space in the queue, my English level encourages me mourning at them in heart.
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Words are wishing to come out abruptly, my sense of calm remaining in brain prevent as unsure word using are correct. Lucky enough queue starts to move and my neighbors are looking for space to squeezes which warns me getting the backpack out as soon as possible. Footsteps sound transfer to my ears from their feet out of this narrow cage. My heart of rushing into queue speeds up my action and quickly join in the remaining space. There is sudden pause in the silence parade of landing. Invisible pressure coming in front and behind me are causing me in center of nervousness. Why they aren’t’ moving? Temperature in aircraft and the weight of the backpack annoys me. Combine with the fact that a phone without sims card even gets on my nervous as no internet connection for contracting my friend.
It seems people hear my pray as the queue begins flush out as quickly as water flushing the toilet out of the airplane. Nod with a smile to the flight attendant before exiting the plane. Fresh air coming in or out my lung through my nose. A trace of conform calming my frustration down. Although the backpack is as heavily as stone drowning at the back, my joyfulness from arriving airport overcomes the tiredness from the journey and nervousness of the immigration.