Our Differences Toward a Deal

Chapter 4: The Airport

At the airport I sat pensively, thinking about the condition of my grandmother who had not heard from him for years.

I heard an announcement from the airport to South Korea, I rushed Check In while carrying a suitcase, after I got the boarding pass and I got on the plane looking for a seat listed on my plane ticket. I sat in the most comfortable place by the window that showed the whole world from above. The plane began taking off after flight attendants gave instructions.

"Mr... I've reached Seoul airport," I said, calling my grandmother, "who's going to pick me up" I asked. I haven't been here in a long time. About 16 years I left my country of birth, many memories I had forgotten.

"Let this rancid boy pick you up" said Mi Sun's grandmother, "wait a few minutes he will come, my granddaughter.." by closing his call without waiting for his granddaughter to reply.

"Grandmothers.." he said he had not asked who the "RANCID BOCAH" was.

'Why all parents are always annoying and self-absorbed' grumbled and put his phone in a small backpack.

He waited as he stood outside, many taxis and cars waiting and picking up passengers from the airport.

Almost half an hour Ara waited for a duck motorcycle to stop next to Ara. He took off his helmet and took out a large paper flyer. He opened the paper that said

"HAE ARA FALISHA

INDONESIA

GRANDMOTHER OF MI SUN'S GRANDDAUGHTER"

(HAE ARA FALISHA

INDONESIAN

MI Sun ⁇ ⁇ )

(korean language)

He hurried to walk into the airport looking for Grandma Mi Sun's granddaughter. Ara saw her name written on the paper immediately rushed to call out, "ahjussi.." loudly making the man look back and stop.

Approaching and asking Ara, "excuse me,( ⁇ )" politely, "are you Hae Ara Falisha from Indonesia?" ( ⁇ Hae Ara Falishae) His face showed a cautious fear of wrong people while looking at me like a careful interrogation from the bottom up.

'What does he say, I don't really understand what he says', "can you speak English?"(Whether you can speak English) maybe with English he can, 'feeling me' staring at him.

"Yes, I can speak English!" (Yes, I can speak English) he replied still clutching the paper in his palm, "Your name is Hae Ara Falisha, isn't that right?" (You're Hae Ara Falisha, right?)

"Yes, that's right! Are you the one my grandmother told me to pick me up?" (Yes, that's right! Are you the one my grandmother told me to pick me up?"), 'oh... This is what my grandmother means "BOCAH TENGIK" from her rancid inner man with stunned eyes, it is clear that South Koreans are handsome. 'Basic grandmother kabacan', ask her.

"Yes! Come on, your grandmother is waiting!" (Yes! Come on, your grandmother is waiting!), folding back the paper that says my name.

He immediately put the paper in his motorcycle seat, I saw how to put my suitcase on his matic motor. "did you bring other things like suitscases?" (did you bring anything else like a suitcase?), he asked wearing a helmet and gave me a helmet.

'Whether it was eating or what dream was yesterday, a ridiculous incident arrived. He forced me to put my suitcase in the front of the narrow seat, did he not think my suitcase could have been damaged' without saying I stopped him from forcing my suitcase.

"Choesonghamnida, Ahjussi!" instantly the uncle stopped and looked up at me, "let me just take it!" (let me just take it!), I immediately picked up my suitcase in the front seat.

"Anyo, anyo!" he took over my suitcase and brought it back in his lap. No longer forced to put it in front of him, ""I'll put it here (in Korean)!" while putting my suitcase into his lap.

"Can you take him (english bhs)?" tanya reassured me before sitting on the motorcycle, "it's better that I carry my suitcase," bargained for safety while driving.

'this guy is really troublesome! Some are easier even made complicated. Ouch... Granny says "The Rancid Boy"

"Don't doubt I can (in English)!" he was ready to drive.

"It's okay!" 'yeah... I'll just trust him' I started riding his motorcycle without hesitation.

On the way I really enjoyed the view in this city, a sunny day with a different atmosphere and a cool breeze. The joy feels so good to me. I feel reborn in this country.

Happy, happy mixed with my blood.

'He looks very happy' looking at the rearview mirror of his motor matic.

A few minutes later, I arrived in front of the old shop but it was still worth using.

Old grandmother but still looks strong unlike other older grandmothers. He greeted me, "Hae Ara, my granddaughter!" hugging me with longing.

"Granny Sun!" flinched with my miss calling her once again, "Grandmother Sun! Is this really grandma?" I asked in disbelief because she didn't change at all, only her wrinkled skin made her change.

I hugged her body and body, still keeping the same warm and remembered once a small age ago. The happiness I feel right now is longing for years.

By running away from home, I could see my only grandmother crying over my passing away. I don't think I can come back here. A tear doesn't just fall.

I circled around the house and it was still the same, just some new looking debris.

"Come, come in my granddaughter! Grandma made you your favorite good food when you were a kid." Grandma invited me in and once again I circulated this view neatly plastered rows of picture frames on the long nightstand. I walked over and I saw a picture of my childhood with my mother's father.

Kangen! Yes, definitely! Where I may not miss an angel who has given birth to me in the world, I am sad and very sad. How quickly my mother left me as a child and stayed for almost a long time, I cried stifledly not daring to cry loudly. I'm afraid Grandma will get angry when she sees me crying longing for 'MOTHER'.

I rubbed this tear with a wist, something that patted my arm making me fall out of this daydream.

"Hey, where are you going to put the bag?"(Hey, where did I put your bag?) it turned out and it turned out that this little boy had surprised me, "just leave it there!" look I suck at him.

"It's okay!" the reply disappeared in front of me.