SOUTH KOREA
Incheon Airport. This was Incheon.
Incheon. Incheon. Incheon. I kept
repeating this word as if I was spelling a curse. I had done taking my luggage
and stuff, getting ready to get out from the gate, when I saw him; that Dujun
guy put everything which could cover his face. He wore a hat, a mask, and black
sunglasses. I giggled seeing him like that. How pity he was. In Jakarta he was
so free like a bird, now in here, he looked like a ghost afraid of the sun
shine. He looked at me that made me walk quickly. I wanted to disappear from
his sight. I tried to walk fast among people who walked at the same gate, but I
didn’t know my shoes laces were not properly tied. I didn’t have any idea how I
could fall among the crowd. Akkk, this was such embarrassment that I never once
imagined. People started to pay attention on me, when I tried to stand on my
knees. A hand held my arm tightly. I saw the owner of this hand. The first
thing I could see was the red hair. Red. His hair was red. But, his eyes were
like those puppy’s eyes, so cute and warm at the same time. His face was also
handsome, and his lips looked like a girl’s lips. I felt amazed seeing his face
because I could see he was also beautiful.