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Originally Posted by rob_onny
Apart from the airline thing, any breakfast today? Very hungry leow...  |
haha! Not EXACTLY breakfast... how about brunch?
Three pieces of bacon and three pieces of German sausages grilled to perfection and coated with a thin layer of honey for that touch of heavenly sweetness. Accompanied by scrambled eggs fried to golden brown and two slices of hand-made oatmeal bread, top it off with a small serving of salad.
A petite, small-framed chinese girl, wearing a black polo t-shirt, matched with lightly fainted blue denim jeans and red converse sneakers, with a brown apron, walked towards you with the brunch in her right hand. Her black, lustrous long hair tied up in a pony tail, swung and bounced gently side to side as she moved swiftly towards the table you are sitting.
"Here's your Monday Special egg benedict sir..." She twisted her right hand and gently placed the dish in front of you.
"Thank you..." you responded with a delight.
"Enjoy your meal sir..." She flashed a warm and welcoming smile, accompanied by a deep dimple on her left cheek, before she backed off and skipped back into the interior of the restaurant.
Turning your attention back to your brunch, you swiftly rubbed your palms together and picked up your dining utensils.
And you made your first attack...
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Just as I exited from the aircraft, my phone rang…
Assuming that the person was Audrey and without a second thought, my left hand reached into the left front pocket of my blazer, took out my Jawbone Era Bluetooth set, inserted it into my left ear and pressed the answer button, walking briskly towards the descending escalator.
“My dear Audrey, we just parted less than a minute ago and you’re already so eager to see me?” I spoke mischievously, flashing a big smile across my face.
“Good Morning Mr. Jonathan.” An unfamiliar female voice came from the other side of the line.
I froze at the foot of the descending escalator and the smile immediately disappeared from my face. A middle aged lady who was walking just behind me was caught off guard by me stopping in my track suddenly and almost bumped into me, head first. She shuffled to my right side, dragging her seemingly over-sized carry-on luggage and grumbled in a foreign language which I was unable to make any sense of. I bowed my head down several times to her as a gesture of apology.
But… that wasn’t the point.
“My Name is Maria Suggiato. My General Manager, Mr. Bruno Robinson, appointed me to escort you from the airport.” her English accent was a slight mix of British and Indonesian accent.
“That's great! I will thank Mr. Bruno personally later...” I re-gathered my composure and began walking briskly again towards the travelator belt.
“I am waiting just before the immigration customs counters, holding up a signage with your name written on it.” Maria responded.
“Sure. I will keep a look out for that… And see you in a moment. Bye.” I replied and hung up the conversation.
In the far end of the long, and slow moving travelator belt, I saw someone standing on the left side of the travelator, holding up a A3-sized signage, with my name “M. Jonathan Chong, XYZ company” clearly printed. I broke a slight smile and hurried towards the signage.
As it was an early morning flight on a Monday morning, the area connecting the airplane to the passenger arrival area of the Soekarno–Hatta International Airport was rather empty. I could see several of the airport staffs gathering in small groups at different corners, engaging in small conversations. Some were checking out each other’s mobile phones, while other groups were giggling and laughing away, and occasionally placing their hands over their mouths to prevent themselves from laughing out too loud and receive unnecessary scoldings from their managers. Looking out of the glass panels on my left, it was a bright and sunny Monday morning. The ferns and small plants loosely placed and decorated on the other side of the glass panels were waving gently to the slight breeze.
The interior of the Soekarno–Hatta International Airport customs arrival area looked rather old and run down, a major renovation would have made the place looked more professional and modern. The air-conditioning outlets were clearly running at full speed, seeing the thin pieces of cloth tied to it, rattling away vigorously but unfortunately the area wasn’t cooling at all.
As the travelator brought me closer to the signage, I could clearly see a tall and fair lady, about 1.68m, wearing a black blazer over a white-coloured collar blouse, with a matching black skirt and black high heels with a pointed tip. Her long matt-brown hair was tied up into a pony-tail; much like how Anna Hathaway looked in the movie [The Devil wears Prada].
Coming up to her I verified, “Ms Maria?”