UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 73

The duration of the Jakarta-Shanghai flight takes up to five hours or four hours over thirty minutes.

It was time to show at eleven o'clock in the evening. The rain hit the city of Shanghai, very heavy even the plane that was boarded by Dinda and Steve almost slipped at the airport.

But only a small incident, they did not experience anything because the pilot is proficient in overcoming critical eleven.

"It looks like the house driver's phone is dead, they're hard to call," in the airport waiting room Steve was busy with his phone.

"Maybe because of the heavy rain of lightning, so the cell phone signal is disrupted," Dinda tried to tell Steve about the situation, it could be, and that's what he thought.

"Usually the landline was always ready, but now it doesn't seem to be connected" Steve grinned. "Is it possible that the electricity in the house goes out?" Steve could only guess.

"Maybe one of the factors is so," replied Dinda.

As Steve pressed his phone to his ear, a bright lightning flashed. Dinda saw it clearly, because the airport in Shanghai uses glass as its walls.

Dinda immediately hugged Steve because he was afraid of lightning.

Dinda tightens on Steve's body, even hiding his face in Steve's thick parlente.

They are both in the passenger lounge.

Steve's long black coat is very thick, in addition to using a scarf around his neck, Steve added a wind stopper as his winter gear.

Steve smiled as Dinda took the initiative to hide in her long coat. Without a second thought, Steve replies to Dinda with a warm hug and hides Dinda behind her wind stopper.

"You're scared" whispered Steve.

Dinda nodded. He was very afraid of facing this kind of situation.

Steve calms Dinda down, she caresses her hair, and comforts Dinda so as not to panic in the face of the lightning striking.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here" said Steve softly. "I'm going to make you not see that lightning, so don't be afraid of it again."

Dinda was comfortable in Steve's arms. Dinda also felt warm even Dinda also felt Steve's heartbeat beating.

The sound of lightning striking was indeed frightening, since there was Steve by Dinda's side, the girl felt a little calm.

The rain kept pouring down the city, the air also started to cool. Shanghai is about to enter the winter period. The end of December into January was the peak of winter, and this was the first time Steve had felt his first snowfall in China.

After a long time not coming to this city, Steve finally can feel the cold air of Shanghai. The cold air of snow that will fall along with rain and strong winds.

Steve was wearing full winter clothes. But Dinda didn't, she was just wearing a wind stopper of silk, not wool.

Obviously Dinda will feel cold. Steve took off his scarf, then draped it around Dinda's neck.

"You're careless" Steve said to Dinda. "Other times, if you go to Shanghai at the beginning of the year like this, you have to wear thick clothes, so you don't get cold like this."

"Yes, thank you for telling me," Dinda replied according to. "Next time I'll check the weather of the country I'm going to."

"Yes," Steve doesn't nag Dinda anymore. "Since the taxi at pudong airport does not operate in this bad weather, we should look for the nearest hotel, we will spend the night around the hotel near the airport."

"I'll just come along. I don't understand Shanghai, so you have to be my guide" Dinda can only follow Steve. Dinda had no ideas, other than being in line with Steve's. "But you promise me, don't leave me in Shanghai alone" Dinda pleaded.

"Yes, I promise I won't let you stay away from me for even a second, or Stevie's sister will punish me" replied Steve who somehow remembered the woman.

"You must have been very afraid of Stevie's sister all along" Dinda lured Steve into telling her honesty. "Hayo, you must have been intimidated all along by Stevie's sister."

"Who's afraid," said Steve. "I just gave up. I never thought to be afraid of an ugly woman like her."

"Related?"

"Of course" replied Steve. "Why be afraid of women, not my kind."

"If so I call Stevie, yes" Dinda took the initiative.

"Make what?" Steve wants to know.

"Just tell me Steve or Udin aren't afraid of Stevie!" Dinda clenched her tongue.

Steve picks up Dinda's cell phone quickly, he doesn't allow Dinda to contact her brother. "He must be sleeping at this hour. If you call him now he'll be angry, he's fierce. You have to know him, this is the other side of Stevie you know" Steve said.

Dinda chuckles. "Well, let's go to the hotel now, I'm sleepy."

Steve nodded. "Accomplish soon!"

Steve decided to stay at a hotel around Pudong airport tonight. From folding gate entrance pudong airport Steve grasped Dinda's hand to the airport lobby.

Not enough rain is no longer heavy, in front of the entrance and exit of the airport, there are umbrella providers. Steve took it, it just so happened that there was only one black umbrella.

Steve shares an umbrella with Dinda.

"Didn't we wet one umbrella?" reprimand Dinda.

Steve looked at the black umbrella that had been wide open. He stared at the ceiling of the umbrella. "Looks like enough for both" Steve confirmed his prediction.

"Too small, we'll get wet."

"No, I assure you," argued Steve.

Steve's right hand held the umbrella while his left hand pulled Dinda into one umbrella with him. "Don't resist, or the lightning will tear down the clouds, who will be your protector under these circumstances."

"Yes, I can only give up!" Dinda gave up for the next time. "You won."

They want to get out of the airport. The noise of the city made Dinda feel like she was in Jakarta.

Steve took Dinda walking through the shoulder of the road. The rain fell a bit subsided leaving only a stub.

Vehicles and other public transportation service providers are no longer showing themselves.

The city is crowded, only there is no vehicle that can be boarded.

A city as big as Shanghai is different from other cities in China.

As soon as they walked through the rain stub, Dinda who was holding Steve's shoulder had to be embarrassed.

The sound of her stomach rumbling joked hard. Steve was shocked, he paused for a moment his steps. He held onto his stomach as if it was the sound of his intestines asking for rations.

"It doesn't look like me" Steve made sure that it wasn't his gut that shook.

Steve glanced at Dinda. "Is that you?" the question is to make sure the sound is right.

Dinda let out a long sigh, from her mouth letting out air vapors. "From noon I haven't eaten yet" Dinda admitted to the truth that she hasn't had time to eat. "I didn't know that my stomach wasn't compromised like this in the wrong circumstances."

"Why didn't you tell me that you haven't eaten?" Steve's worried.

"Where do I know that he'll sound at a time like this!" Dinda repeated her words earlier.

Steve decak. "That's a restaurant, we'll eat there, '" Steve pointed. His eyes quickly found a power-filling spot.

Steve wanted to bring Dinda into a restaurant that stood not far from them.

"Gee. Looks like it's a fancy restaurant" murmured Dinda.

"That's the best restaurant around pudong airport" Steve told the news agency.

"Wou, cool," said Dinda in praise. "Eleven o'clock like this they are still open and there are also many visitors. Is this really a restaurant. How it feels like in movies, haunted restaurants."

"It's not a ghost restaurant, but here's what this place is all about" Steve informs. "They're open twenty-four hours."

Oooo, Dinda doesn't talk anymore. He's got.

From outside the restaurant it is clear that this place is quite famous, seen from the many foreign visitors who come.

The steam of cooking came out of the building that stood on high ground.

Steve came back with his suitcase, but he was confused. How to hold Dinda if there are only two hands.

In his right hand was an umbrella, while in his left hand was a suitcase. Steve was confused as to where he should have gone first.

"In case of distress, there is no need to hold my hand," Dinda understood the situation. "Take first self, instead of romantic," said Dinda.

The words of the dinda have a point, the hands alone are two, why must be busy holding Dinda's hand if the hands themselves are still hassles.

It was a clever thought, Steve murmured.

"Yes, I did" said Steve. "We're going to the top restaurant, you guys take a quick shelter."

Dinda nodded, they took dozens of stairs. The restaurant that Steve meant uphill, like on a cliff.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Steve. They both sat at the restaurant table. Steve chose a seat near the glass wall, he wanted to enjoy a typical roadside dinner.

But in fact, even the upscale restaurant near Pudong airport itself is quite far from the shoulder of the road which is a few meters away.

Dinda flipped through the food menu book, after a long glance at the food picture in the menu book, Dinda at the end closed it and put the menu book on the table.

"I just eat fried rice," Dinda replied Steve earlier.

Steve chuckles. "In Shanghai where there's fried rice," ledek Steve. "They are less interested in making a menu of Indonesian and Malay cuisine."

"That's all I ordered" Dinda scowled.

"Why should nasi goreng, this is in Shanghai, not Jakarta or in Tebet. We won't find any Indonesian food here" Steve told me.

Dinda glanced at the people eating around her, then Dinda said quietly to Steve. "Actually I want to cry" said Dinda.

"crying? why?" Steve needs to know why.

"I don't understand the writing in this menu book," pointed out Dinda. Obviously Dinda can not read it, because in the menu book it is written with Mandarin script is not accompanied by images. Complete package for Dinda who does not understand foreign languages. "Do you understand what is written in this menu book," Dinda pointed to Steve.

Steve cleared his throat, he swallowed his saliva and pretended to tidy up his thick coat as if it were a mess. "Actually..." Steve lifted his body. "I can't read Mandarin, either" Steve said. "Don't tell anyone else about this."

Dinda chuckled almost laughing out loud. "I thought you'd understand Mandarin, it turns out....."

"I'm mixed, but I don't speak Mandarin. I admit it" said Steve, expressing honesty.

"Yes, yeah, already. Don't talk about it anymore" Dinda held back her laughter. "The point is that we are both stupid in Mandarin" Dinda said, not shy about admitting it. "Then, how are we going to order food, if none of us can speak Chinese," this is what makes Dinda confused.

Steve scratched his head, he also felt confused. "Yes, too" Steve glanced here and there looking for an idea.

Then Steve snapped his finger. It looks like Steve got a fantastic idea.

"You got an idea?" ask Dinda. "Come on, tell me."

Steve nodded. "Just calm down, I'll take care of the problem here" he assured Dinda.

"Okay, I support you completely" Dinda said in a hopeful speech to Steve.

Steve raised his hand, called for the waiter, asking him to come to their dining table.

"Sorry, wir sind touristen. Wir verstehen Mandarin's. Konnen sie uns helfen, die menus hier zu erklaren," Steve invites the waitress who serves them in German, hoping that she can understand his words.

(Translation: Sorry, we are travelers from Germany. We don't understand Mandarin. Can you help us explain the menu here.)

"Ich verstehe Ihre sprache, sir, wir werden lhnen helfen, was sie brauchen. Denn kundenzufriedenheit ist das gluck unseres restaurants" replied the waiter. He is good at foreign languages. Steve did not expect that any employee in China could speak a foreign language.

(Translation: I understand your language sir, we will help what you need. Customer satisfaction is the happiness of our restaurant.)

Steve explained what they wanted and because the communication was both smooth, the waiter wrote all the food Steve ordered out of control.

The waiter asked to wait a moment, and he explained some things about the restaurant to Steve.

"What did you say?" Dinda curious. After the woman left, Dinda really wanted to join in on the conversation of the two of them.

"He just said that the food pamphlet was actually reloading" Steve replied. "Because this restaurant is located close to pudong airport and also as an international class dining place, they understand that many foreign tourists who eat here complain about the menu that is used there is no other language option that is easy to understand nor is it accompanied by images. They will fix these customer complaints, while they use foreign language interns as translators" Steve explains in detail.

"Oh, it's appropriate that he's proficient in a foreign language," Dinda knew why. "So, you guys talked at length about just this restaurant?" dinda asked, wanting to know the next story.

"Actually, he's saying something about you" Steve told me.

"About me?"

"Yes." Yeah." Steve shortened the answer.

"What did he say?" Dinda wanted to know. "About me."

"It's no other problem, he just said."

"Say,..... Said what?"

"She just said my wife was beautiful" Steve told a joke.

Dinda responded with a strange face, Dinda felt that Steve was making things up.

Until the restaurant waiter who served Steve came to bring the food in the message. In a special tray of food, he kindly placed the entire meal on the table.

"Vielen Dank" Steve told the employee who had helped him.

(Thank you)

"Gern geschehen, sir," he replied kindly. Then the woman died Steve and Dinda who were ready to enjoy their dinner.

(Together, Sir.)

Steve's attitude became more. Without telling Dinda, Steve chose seafood that night.

Big lobster with spicy sauce in Steve's message makes Dinda confused how to eat it. Dinda's heart felt like screaming when he saw the food menu that was ordered quite strange.

"You know Steve," Dinda said. He interrupted Steve who was chewing. "If I had known you'd order a lobster as big as a frying pan like this, I'd rather not have eaten or even I would have held back hunger than to have to eat something like this" Dinda complained. She starts to fret at the table full of food, especially the lobster in front of her disrupts Dinda's mood.

"Why really? don't you like lobster? Are you allergic to seafood? Or you don't like all this food." Steve felt guilty. He's like in a difficult situation if Dinda doesn't like his order.

"Don't like lobsters" replied Dinda. "But it's too big, I'm a woman. People will see me if I eat lobster as big as a monster like this" explained Dinda.

Steve felt bad, especially Dinda did not want the food that had been ordered. It was futile what Steve ordered.

"I'm sorry, I thought you'd love lobster as big as this frying pan, it didn't" Steve admitted. "The waiter said that this lobster was a mainstay in their restaurant, so I chose it as our dinner without asking for your approval. I'm wrong, please forgive me," Steve said.

"Already, don't blame yourself, I understand what you want to do" replied Dinda understand. "I'll just eat another one, you don't have to feel that you're wrong."

They still eat, though Dinda should be ashamed of eating such a big lobster.

"By the way, you're already good at using chopsticks, by the way" Steve made small talk. "Too many secrets from you are too simple."

"That's because I'm the type of person who likes to learn new things especially in this modern era, I don't want simple things that can't be understood. It will only embarrass yourself later if you eat using chopsticks but do not know how to apply this small object," Dinda explained.

Steve nodded. "My wild girl is secretly very modern" Steve was amazed.

SERIATE

Notes. International airport flight Jakarta-Shanghai (Pudong-Soetta) Should be at twelve p.m.

And the last flight at 23:59. China Airlines is the airline that handles international flights.

So the author wrote a flight here at six o'clock in the afternoon just think so or rather the author accelerated the flight. Please don't get me wrong on this flight scene. And the length of the Jakarta-Shanghai flight takes up to five hours. Or rather four hours over thirty minutes.

The author takes sources from trusted news. Cheer up, hopefully understand the discrepancy of the scene with the original version of the flight. Sweet greetings, Author.