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
