12 hours in a plane sounds long, and it would be longer if we take the flight alone. But for me, I am kind of “used to it”, so here am I in an A380, made in France plane, going back to Malaysia with MAS. My flight has been delayed due to a “bombardment” of a suspicious luggage left without surveillance at Charles de Gaule Airport, and we were blocked for 1 hour without any explication. With 1 hour gone, I doubled up my walking speed in the airport to check in, to go through the passport control and boarding control. Luckily, I managed to get on board.
Sitting on my seat, I start to flip the flight magazine and wonder what movies I am going to watch. But for the first time, I feel sad to leave France and less excited to go back home. There are things that I miss here; there is a life that I’ve built. Of course I miss Malaysia and the people there as well, let’s make it clear. How am I going to handle the situation after two years, where I will leave for good? Aww, I just hate separation. Why these two countries couldn’t just combine themselves?
While my mind is flying here and there, the plane takes off successfully. The sky outside is blue enough and the buildings and cars are getting smaller and smaller. I start my marathon of movies with “Cars”, an animation movie that I thought I would never watch but changed my mind by a friend. Not sure if the ending is that touching or it’s because I am being emotional with all these separation stuffs and all, my tears flow out like the pipe water. I wonder what the French girl who is beside me thinks, but I couldn’t care more.
Did I mention the lunch we had was disappointing? I was expecting something Malaysian to choose but we only had beef with potatoes or chicken with pasta. I mean, at least they can add in a 3rd option with something sambal or rendang. Anyway, the service is good overall, shouldn’t have complaints on the hospitality of the crew.
I continue my marathon with “Life of Bugs” and “Populaire”. I choose to watch “Populaire” simply because I need and want to hear something French. I must say that I am troublesome. While I am in France, I watch and listen to English or Chinese or Malay because I think I have enough French. But when I am out of France, I just scared to disconnect and become unrelated with it. That explains the little joy in my heart when I see French people, French word, hear a conversation in French or anything French, while I am out of France, of course.
Then, I begin to watch “The Dangerous Liaisons”, an American movie based on the French book “Les Liaisons Dangereux”. But I can’t finish it as we are about to land soon. So I turn it off and concentrate on my breakfast, a deformed nasi lemak. I am disappointed once more. The first local meal for tourists is the meal provided by airlines, so shouldn’t MAS prepare something more likely to be Malaysian? I now have a conclusion, AirAsia’s meals are better than MAS’s. But I still have a little hope on my return flight 3 months later.
During the flight, I didn’t get to have enough sleep. It is 7am in Malaysia (1am in France), I think I am going to have a good day sleep later at home. The pilot then speaks, ”Kepada pelancong-pelancong, selamat datang ke Malaysia. Kepada anak-anak Malaysia, selamat kembali ke tanah air. ” I’m home! And there is a sigh and a smile in my heart…
I step out my foot from the plane and a warm, humid breeze welcomes me. This is it, I’m home. J