The Most Beautiful Miss

Unleash

After several hours of waiting, finally heard a call to enter the plane to Halim Perdana Kusuma, Jakarta.

I dragged back the suitcase containing some of my clothes. I returned the friendly and pretty gate attendant's smile.

"Hopefully congratulations until the destination mas." he said very friendly.

"Thank you.."

Then I walked excitedly towards the plane. Find a seat that fits the boardingpass in my hand. And occasionally return the smile of the flight attendants who seem busy with their work.

I try to forget my sadness and my disappointment. Because I believe God gave me pain after God prepared the cure. Just like when I lost my family, God prepared a new family. It's not the same, but they love me more than enough. All the foolishness that I once did let it be tightly closed as a bitter memory of the past. My life must go on, because my late father and late mother must have wanted me to be happy and succeed.

Qeisha things? Let it all subside in time. It's hypocritical that I say that feeling is gone, or it's too hypocritical that I say I'm not disappointed. I was very disappointed and I was very hurt, because for many years I had that love. But how are you going? I am not worthy of him. I don't have a family while Qeisha wants a wedding attended by extended families from both sides. So I think it's impossible to fight if the problem is fatal to me and I must have lost absolutely.

"I don't fight doesn't mean I don't really love you Qei.. But I don't want to feel any more pain.. I know my flaws.. And I know enough about my status.. Let this love I keep tight and be the most beautiful longing in my heart." I whispered blankly at the flight attendant who was demonstrating how to put a seatbelt.

"I'll forget all my feelings for you.. I'll rearrange my heart." I tried to close my eyes.

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"Mas.. Mas.. I'm sorry.." I opened my eyes when I felt something was touching my shoulder.

"Yaa Qeisha." I answered spontaneously and opened my eyes.

I was surprised to see a flight attendant standing next to me.

"I'm sorry I interrupted her break." The beautiful flight attendant politely apologized.

"What's wrong, mbak?" I asked while checking my seat belt.

"I'm sorry, my.. I want to ask for help.. Can I move to the window? Because there coincides with the emergency exit, while this mother is not qualified for the emergency exit." he said politely and very friendly while pointing at the middle-aged mother.

"Oh, is that it??" I stared at the old mother.

"I'm sorry, Mas disturbed his comfort." he said again.

"Oh yeah, that's okay." I stood up and let Mom out first, and then I moved to the window.

"Once again sorry, ma'am." greet the steward kindly.

"Yes." I smiled.

I tuned some songs on the touchscreen monitor behind the passenger seat. I closed my eyes but Qeisha's face danced in my mind. I tried to open my eyes and was reluctant to imagine Qeisha's face again.

"I want to forget you.. Please do not be present in my life, even in imagination." I murmured in my heart.

The same flight attendant came up to me and offered me a cup of coffee with a cup bearing the name of the airline and the logo of the airline.

"I didn't order coffee.." I put on an astonished face.

"Emang did not order.. This I purposely made for Mas." he said gently while handing over a glass of hot black coffee.

"Oh thanks Ma'am...Maud..Ma'am.." I tilted my head trying to read the name on his nametag..

"My name is Nabila.." she smiled again.

"Oh yes mbak Nabila.. Thanks to Nabila.." I received the coffee and smiled.

I found a piece of paper that was used as a base for coffee earlier. I scrunched my forehead as I unfolded the pink paper.

****Heii Mas.. Thank you for your cooperation! I'm Nabila not Keisha. Do not mostly daydream mas. hehehe.. ;) ****

I smiled and imagined his friendly smile. But I just realized that I called her name Qeisha.

"I can say that name wrong.. Shameful - shame on me." I covered my face with both hands.

I got the idea to write on the same paper.

****I don't know the name mbak so it's wrong to call, Oiya let me not call my name wrong, so I introduce myself first. My name is Adhitama****

I left the paper to the flight attendant passing by.

"Titip make mbak Nabila.." I smiled kindly.

"Who is Mas?" he seems to want to be sure.

"Mbak Nabila." I repeated the name.

"Oh Abil's brother..."

"Oh Abil's call huh? Thanks to you, mbak.."

"Yes mas.. Okay Mas.." the flight attendant smiled and walked towards the front and looked as if he handed the paper to his colleague and from a distance looked as if he was pointing at me while covering his mouth with his right hand.

I smiled and enjoyed the black coffee on the folding table in front of me. A few minutes passed and I refused to close my eyes. I occasionally stared out, pitch black.

"Qey.. What are you doing?" whispered slowly.

"Sorry Mas.. The trash.." back I was surprised by the same flight attendant.

"Eeh yes Ma'am." I handed the empty coffee cup to his hand.

He threw a pretty sweet smile and walked towards the back.

"Just this time I got on a plane with a flight attendant as friendly as him.." My inner self.

A few minutes away from landing, as I heard from the loudspeakers on the plane. I took a deep breath and looked back at the window. The lights of the capital from the air. Pretty beautiful view. The landing was also smooth without any obstacles. I lowered my suitcase very carefully and dragged it out of the plane. And again - again I met the friendly and beautiful flight attendant earlier.

"Thank You Mas Adhitama chose to fly with us.. See you on the next flight." she smiled sweetly.

I nodded my head and returned her smile. And when I passed him I felt something familiar. I raised my eyebrows trying to figure out what felt familiar. I kept dragging my suitcase out of the gate.

"The flight attendant was no stranger in my opinion.. What ya??" my mind kept asking - asking.

Niko had waved her hand behind the guardrail. I smiled and waved my hand. My mind is still curious about the flight attendant, I feel there is something familiar in the nose.

"Ooh yaa. her parfume... I'm very familiar with the scent of that flight attendant parfume..."

My heart arrived - suddenly pounding.

"Benetton pink's... Well, the same scent as the scent of Qeisha's body.." I bowed lethargic.

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