Chapter 2
"Sir, you have an inspection tomorrow on one of your planes." I looked up at Melody. She’s my secretary who was now holding a planner as she stared straight at me. She usually reminds me of my schedule, and I can say she was great as my secretary. For almost three years she accompanied me in all of my works.
"Okay ... what time?" I asked her while she opened the planner she was carrying.
"The MA 109 Fighter will arrive at exactly two in the afternoon from its two-leg flight, sir." She informed me.
"Okay, and after that, I need to do something so if I have any meeting schedule kindly cancel it," I commanded Melody who looked surprised at what I said.
"Noted sir, and how about your vacation in Pangasinan next week? Will you continue as well?" I’m leaning on the back of the swivel chair I was sitting in. Mama really wants me to go on vacation to that place, but I intend not to go. I prefer to spend my day at work. It’s the life I always prefer every day, and that's where my mind and body got used to it.
"Just cancel it, I'll just explain to my mom about that." Melody simply nodded and leave my office. I need to prepare more for other things, it is more important than having a vacation. I stood in my seat and gazed out at the view from the glass wall of my office. It's been three years since she fucking left me, but the pain is still new especially when I find out that she's been fooling me for a long time while we're still in a relationship. If I hadn’t just found out that she cheated on me all this time I might have let her go and forgave her. But when I find out about that man? It was like a scar that marked my chest. Maybe my mind can forget what she does but not my heart. If there is anything else that can take away the bitterness of what Bea did to me, only time will tell.
The next day we headed to the Airport itself where the Montalvo Airlines planes were. I just need to check my employees for formality. I know that they do their own work so it's just part of me owning an Airline to visit them from time to time and find out what's going on with them. That was one of the things I learned from Dad as a businessman.
I was walking with some of the board members. I just listen to what they say but I really don’t mind about their fucking issues. That's all they can do but complain.
"This way sir," I heard Melody say to me as I was just about to walk. I continue walking while some employees are give sudden greetings.
"Good afternoon, Sir Simoun." Somebody caught my attention. By the uniform of that woman, I believe that she's one of the FA in my Airline Company.
We boarded a large, parked plane for our special visit. Upon arrival inside the plane itself, we were greeted by two pilots and their accompanying cabin crews.
"Good afternoon, sir. We're glad to see you again," the head cabin crew greeted me briefly. I simply smile at her while I keep myself busy roaming my eyes the whole part of the airplane.
"Sir, I would like you to meet my members ..." one by one he introduced me to the cabin crew who were on duty at that time. Until a saw again the woman with a gentle face, she has the smoothest and whitest skin of her peers. I read the nameplate affixed to her uniform. Samantha Gomez. I secretly stared at her thighs and legs that were exposed because of her uniform wearing, I was shocked when I thought of that scenario, why did I suddenly feel weird when I saw it? That woman? There's something in her that I can't explain. And again, I turned my attention back to other people I was talking to a while ago before my mind occupies something.
"Edward," I called one of my pilots, and he approached me immediately.
"Sir ..."
"Have you talked to Mr. Nuevo?" What I am referring to is one of our clients who actually requested Edward to be the pilot of his own plane and Mr. Nuevo's daughter loves that idea.
"Yes sir, I already talked to him. I'll take care of it," he replied to me. I simply nodded and gradually take a glimpse of the cabin crews in front of him, especially the woman who I easily remember a while ago.
"How's your last trip, Ms. Antonio?" I asked the head cabin crew.
"Safe and well sir," she answered me immediately, then I asked a follow-up question.
"How about the passengers? Any problem you encountered with them?"
"It's minimal sir like they requested for a specific food that is not available in the cabin and sometimes there are passengers who get angry when the flight is delayed. We just explain to them that it's out of our control when that happens." It was a long explanation to me that I enjoyed. He then accompanied me to peek at the rest of the plane with some board members who followed me again.
"Everything is in good condition and nothing to worry sir." This is what I heard Edward say when I asked about the internal parts of the plane. I just nodded at what he said, then I heard my secretary talking on the cellphone. For a few moments, she whispered to me that I had a number of meetings I had to go to. I canceled all my meetings, but she said I can't talk to that special person on another day, so I just agree with what Melody said.
"Okay, let's go," I announced to my other colleagues who were also ready to leave after there’re taken pictures by the cameraman for the commercial for Montalvo Airlines. Without hesitation, we turned around to aim for the entrance to the airport. I forgot what I should feel. I should be careful this time with the women I trust, and I can't trust them anymore.
Maybe I was weak, to accept the truth that once in my life I was being cheated. And everything can change that reality. I also couldn’t accept that she even blamed me for the reason why we broke up and he told me it was all my fault. Until I found out that she went abroad with her new boyfriend. There are times that I want her to feel the pain of what she did to me. Leaving me to be with someone who's nothing but a stud man is actually hitting my nerves! I understand that it should not be that way. I don't want to see that woman anymore which is why I suddenly change my view of the world, especially women. Women are soft and weak inside and out. They can't live without a man by their side, and I hate that truth! I would rather meet a woman who wants to live independently. A woman who prepares of being alone, without a man in her life is actually a sign of being brave and independent. That’s the typical woman of the generation, but I think that kind of woman is definitely hard to find. Suddenly, I gave a deep sigh for that truth.