JUST FOR A BAG OF GIFTS

Just to get our ole-ole from US, me and Vera marched our way heading the airport to meet up with Hari's dad who just arrived from the US visiting him. I was so sure that everything is settled until 15 minutes to 3pm, I got text message from Vera -she's supposed to picked me up @3pm:

"Big mistake! I don't know the airline and flight number. Hahaha. But I got his cell. So why don't we arrived there above 4pm? Let him land first."

I was like, ARE YOU SERIOUS?

After that we end up texting each other.
I suggest her to texted Hari. She did already, but apparently still midnite there, so he's probably still asleep. And am sure, he won't be bother for just one beep! Suggested Vera to rang him up until he wakes. She refused, too expensive, and not worth it. Hahaha. Logic enuf!
OK lah.. with faith, we head ourselves towards the airport. The only information Vera remembered was, the dad is arriving around 3am, flight from China. Afterwards he'll go straight to Terminal 1 to get a local flight to Ambon. Well, at least we know for sure what time that would be: around 11pm!!!

Well, acting as a loyal friend, I go along with whatever plan she has in mind :)
On the way to the airport, we text meiriza, wishing her a happy Ied. I add an additional message, btw, we're otw to the airport to pick up the ole2 from Hari, but we have no clue what flight his dad is taking. Isn't that great or what? :)
Instantly, we got replies -of course!
"Hahahaha, btw tx guys. And don't forgot to share the gifts"
"Sure, no worries. But prayed first that at least we DO meet him!"

Arriving in the airport, we go straight to the board, searching for flights that's arriving from China around 3-4pm. Great! We got around 3 airlines arriving nearly the same time, but different gates. Ok, we just do our best, and waited for the earliest ones. So, off we go.
One thing, I totally don't know how he look, and Vera only remember a glimpse of him, and that she got also from a picture that our dear friend sent. Yeah! :)
At least she's sure that the father is as tall as the son. OK. that wud helped just a tiny bit.

So, we were waiting on the arriving gate. No clue. Just guessing here and there. Hopping from one gate to the other:

"No, not that. Too old."
"Nope. That one's short"
"Maybe that one. Yes, that could be him. Let's see if there's a wife with him. Oh, looks like this guy is traveling alone. Can not be." etc.

Meanwhile, we manage to get contact with Hari. We finally shocked him out of bed after 16 missed calls!! That HE said.
Amazingly, he has no clue about the flight number. WOW. So he's giving us everyone else's numbers. All the ones who's related to him. The brother, the cousin, the brother's wife, etc. And all is a NO LUCK one! Ouggggggh.

Finally, assuming it's late already, 630pm something, we decided to go to the local terminal. We go to the parking lot, to get the car. And... the door won't opened!! oh mi gosh! what now? Vera tried and tried and tried. Right door, left door. No progress at all. Damn. She called the hubby, complaining! Yes, good time to do that. :((((

Then we decide to go back to the terminal, at least they got air-con. Along the way, we asked one of the officer on flights from China. "Oh yes, Cathy Pacific arriving 7.45pm"
OK. got hope! (",)


So we sat ourselves on one of the benches waiting together with a bunch of people who's also waiting for this flight. Luckily we mingle with the right group, these are a group of talkative ibu-ibu. Potential to become my prospect also! hahaha.

Time went by quickly. Already 745pm. They're announcing that the flight has already landed. The group dismissed, all rush to the departure gate. 15minutes later, Vera got report that her text to Hari's dad has been delivered. OK. Another good sign.
She then starts ringing him. Got connected. Nice! :0

"We're waiting on the left door uncle!"
"I'm wearing red polo shirt"

Nice, for sure we won't lose him now!
So, I waited for Hari's dad, and Vera went back to the parking lot and tried to work on the door. The plan was to dropped the couple at Terminal 1 before we head off back to Jakarta. Good luck girl! :)

I was already waiting for almost 45 minutes, no clue of a red polo man with a wife heading my direction.

"Nope, too old"
"No, he won't be that weak to be using a wheel chair"
"Hmm. No MACY's carrying bag"

This goes by my head while waiting. Hari said that the parents would be carrying Macy's bag, since all the gifts is in there.

Suddenly Vera was back again. No luck with the car door.
BUT..
Hari's dad already call her. They're all at Terminal 1 already. Ugh!

Now, how are we going there? Door is still stuck!
With confident and faith, we just go to the parking lot, and tried our luck.

Click.. click..
Hmm. Still no luck, both right an left.
Almost lose hope.
Suddenly a guy from across the lot came by.
"Door problem is it? What happened? Do you mind me trying?"

And then, just like that, Click! It opened!! OMG. Just like that!
We thanked the guy, gave him a little tips. Thank God for him!

We go straight to terminal 1, but the plan was never to leave the car locked from outside. Hahaha. Too afraid already.

Arriving at Terminal 1, we decided not to go to the parking lot. We pass the car in front of the departure gate. Saw a red polo guy sitting on the bench with a wife, with another young lady, who turns out to be one of the contact that Hari gave. She just arrived from Japan -that explains the no connection!

The dad totally looked like his son. No expression at all.
"This is for you."
That's the only thing he said. No pep talk.
Sounds more like, "ok here's the bag, now get out my sight, I got things to sort here." Hahahaha.

And we totally do accordingly.
What a long day!