welcome bag

"my bag! all lost!"

you know how usual greetings are like? hello, smile.. generally expressions of joy. but trust ema, my maid to break all traditions.

in usual ema fashion, her flight was slightly late, so me and my sister were like hopping on our feet. we are not good at waiting. anyhow, we were talking about the many scenarios that could possibly happen. the conversation went something like that.

me: "imagine if she's not on the plane",
sister: "or she doesn't know how to come out!"
me: "or she left her luggage in jakarta"
sister: "or she immediately walks out of arrival and forgets her bags."
me: "no way!"

but apparently, yes way. we saw her and waved like mad. but of course, she didn't see. her face was in panic, and we were a little worried. then, she saw us.

and she chiong-ed out and i was like (to my sister), "you were right!"

we franticially pushed our way through the crowd just in time to stop her. one more step out, the gate would've closed behind her. "ema!" and here was where we started.

"my bag! all lost!"

i actually looked at her in disbelief. i mean, sure, i pictured her arrival. in my mind things could've went a little wild, but this, this is like what i imagined. oh the drama! she was speaking frantically, and people were looking. i tried my best to hide my embarrassment. didn't do it too well though.

so what could've been an hour affair pretty much turned into this semi-drama that got a lot of people invovled.

welcome back ema! we love u!