CHAPTER 11 – MY FIRST FLIGHT

I was before a personalized plane that read Wine at the tail’s end. I had knowledge about the outside world and would squeeze in some time for myself reading articles, newspapers like a daily investment to my knowledge bank. I wasn’t an explorer or adventurous, but I was curious about certain things in life and found peace between the 4 walls in my room.

I could tell I was insensitive and headstrong since the days of my childhood, as no one dared to come near me or talk, after my kindergarten teacher called my parents for a meeting, to talk about my behaviour. I stopped acting impulsively, mellowing down my actions and words.But sometimes it would resurface when I see people making mistakes, or like that night in the bar, I would lash out without thinking about the consequences, which has now brought me here.

I am curious, yes, I want answers but that was a dangerous habit my parents told me when I was growing up because they said: “to ask, is to know an answer I wasn’t prepared for and it may at times, lead to trouble”. Well, to sum it up, I grew up as a lazy, boring kid.

It was already past 9 and he was late, I always assumed that he was punctual, but I guess even scary people have their bitter days.

Wearing denim’s sky-blue pants and combining it with a white t-shirt, it looked like I was on an important business trip accompanying my boss. But the truth behind it was rather unexplainable. The weather was gloomy, dark skies clouding the sky.

I guess it is a premonition, telling me about my future. A red Mercedes stopped a few feet away, and he stepped out, giving out the aura of a king.

‘Hi Miss Mia, shall we proceed,’ he said asking my hand.

‘yes,’ I said in a stern voice. There was something about his smile, his eyes that made me want to lose myself.

We proceeded inside and my mind was blown to see the golden themed interiors having intricate details. Sofas made of brown leather, a tv with an attached kitchen cabinet behind. He guided me towards a seat, closing the curtain behind separating us from the other staff. ‘There are a few rules I should discuss with you’ he said with the same black mask plastering his face.

I nodded, and a few minutes later I heard the captain explaining us the safety protocols and we took off. It was my first time flying. As we went further apart, the city I grew in became a small bean size before we disappeared into the clouds.

The entire experience clearly fascinated me. My eyes were still glued to the window.

‘Is this your first time’ he asked opening his laptop.

‘yes,’ I responded.

‘then you can sit back and enjoy, I will explain you the rules after we reach my mansion,’ he said and started typing something on his computer.

My heart was beating louder, a rush of excitement and enthusiasm flowing through my body, It was stimulating my mind, to the past when I was a kid.

The captain had already mentioned that it was going to be a 6-hour flight, so I slumped back into my seat engraving this feeling into my mind, it was as though I was flying high, into the sky, it was beautiful yet disappointing since the resting place was always a ground.

‘Miss Mia…Miss Mia’ I heard someone calling out to me, I suddenly woke up, my eyes scanning the place until it stopped at the masked man before me.

‘We have arrived’ he said, signaling me to look through the window, and I must say I wouldn’t have any regrets dying now.

It was a beautiful island, in the shape of a filleted triangle, splashed with various greens. It was the size of Bali, except there was an enormous building standing out, having a cleared path leading to the sea. As we came closer to the ground, I could see a few red roofs near the beachside, followed by a series of shops.

I don’t know where my imagination took, but I was expecting it to be an abandoned, lifeless island with patrolling officers working throughout the day.

‘It is, beautiful remarked.

‘there are many beautiful things you are yet to experience’ he said suggestively, and for some reason, I wasn’t curious in asking further.

We approached the ground. The wheels hitting the concrete surface, the sudden jerk made my body stiffen like a rock. When the plane stopped, my legs followed him towards a car. The journey was silent as I tried savouring the last beauty my eyes could ever see before being locked in his castle.

We passed through several landscape sculptures, but yet the fountain before me was unique, not because it sprinkled water all around but because it showed a feminine shyness in the sculpture. After a quick 10 minutes’ drive, we arrived at his palace and never have I seen something so marvelous.

He helped me out of the car, leading me inside to a lounge which had an open glass roof, small shrubs outlining the wooden walls.A lady stood infront of us, a butler I would guess. ‘Show Miss Mia to her room, Zeen’ he instructed, and a brief glimpse from the way she looked at him, gave away her inner emotions.

I guess she was a person much more interested in bedding with him. She moved her eyes along a series of steps, asking me to follow her.She led across a corridor which had a series of rooms. The one opposite to mine is Master’s she said.

‘What about the other rooms’ I asked, pointing over to the two rooms across the hall. ‘The right room is forbidden and the left,’ she looked at me for a few minutes.

‘you will know, in the upcoming days’. The door opened revealing a half glassed and a half wooden room, my bed centered where the two materials come in contact. Surrounded by various plants on the outside and a bookshelf hitting the ceiling. Next to the door was a wardrobe and to my right were two doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other to the balcony.

I never expected it to be so…... ‘. ‘Amazing?’ she filled my sentence. ‘yes!! what is your name? I asked her’ opening my suitcase.

‘you can call me Zeen’ she said looking at my dresses.

‘I suggest you throw them out before he orders me to do that’ she said in a commanding way.

‘why?’ I questioned.

‘because they are poor and undignified’ she remarked with no sympathy.

‘I know what I’m wearing’ I said clenching my clothes. These were the clothes gifted by my patents and friends on my birthday, and what does she mean by tacky. I dint like her, and our feelings were mutual as she retreated, smashing the door shut.