Chapter 5: Chapter 5
The rain already stopped and the night seems so fresh again. The lamp post beside Delilah's bed crayoned the room with a dim orange light that covered all the corners. Delilah's hair was the funniest, freckles of strands where out of place like an unwind bushes, but her eyes were still wide open, it was on flame as it flings its gaze towards the ceiling. Delilah had mixed emotions right on her flank, she was sad and terrified by her father's death which is very unpredictable, while the other side of her was eager to see the folly man, whom considered as her foe and unexplainably the one behind Kristen's durable dwelling, satisfactory meals and flashy outfits--- she couldn't stop the augment of such feelings that the man was auspicious for some reason.
She rolled herself in the bed size and viscously stroke her hair. It was already 12:30 in the morning, she was too bored to close her eyes but it wasn't so patriotic to stay awake up all night until her eyes became sluggish and brought her finally to the dreamland.
Three luggages were lined up in the pavement of the airport waiting for the thorough inspection. Morning was on its half, the sun's heat covers the breadth of the place. Delilah was standing impatiently at the center aisle with her gloomy sunglasses on, her flight to New York was as lumpy as a gelatin. She had been very busy packing her suitcases and bags of clothes for like two hours ago before her delectable breakfast.
She heaved a sigh and eyed her wrist watch, flight was like her most favorite hobby aside from playing cards and golf. She would always see herself in a bus full of passengers, ships sailing in different directions and airplanes conquering the sky. Back on the old days, she and Harper always found themselves on the middle of the fields eyeing at the planes, laying at the haystacks and laughing at each other in a vast summer fields. Harper's father is a memorable and noble individual, whom her mother's brother was. While Harper's mother was a mediocre at New York but a very fine, mellow and meek lady.
After the luggage were being scrutinize, Delilah immediately bouldered herself towards the plane with her bags trolling at her back. The steward lend her a hand in putting her freight at the top before it gleamed a smile and walk away. She was at the frontier seat busily grating her phone's inbox waiting for the pictures that the legible lawyer guarantees her to send. She eyed at Mr. Gauss's number, but non of the waited photographs administered on her phone.
Delilah paroxysm her phone in the pocket and shrink her gaze outside the minute glass window. Her eyes were flimsy trailing each nook of the airport ground. From the queue of airplanes lined up in one place to the sumptuous- looking buildings beyond. She will really miss London for the rest of her life. If only she could evade such responsibility in New York, she could still help tourists, sipping coffee at the downtown, shopping clothes on fashion streets and waking up in the morning without any pulps of problems on her quintessence and legal papers appearing on her doorstep. She loved London, for how many years she considered this place as her quietude sanctuary, basking sunsets and fluffy blankets that was her companion whenever she missed her Papa.
Speaking of her father she couldn't stop the queer thought about the person who took over the major responsibility of running the company. She was the heiress but she didn't felt greedy for such responsibility that's why she left New York and pursue her love for adventures and landmarks. Ufortunately, her father opposed to it and since then they had been on a misunderstanding until a year ago were their melodramatic reconciliation took place. But now, an anonymous thugs just blurted out and poisoned her father's company in the middle of the funeral, it was too disrespectful, she couldn't afford to let it happen- never.
She sighed as the plane prepared itself to depart. This is her last time to see and feel the peaceful life of London, the relaxing and soothing breeze of the city and the mundane and joyous people living in each doorsteps. The plane engine starts to roll and fly off the city.
This is goodbye London, this is goodbye, she wept.