(NOTE: You probably need to start at Chapter 1 again, like i did!)
The following story is fictional, or not. The characters depicted in the story are also fictional, or not. The events described in the story did happen, or maybe they didn't... I will write it over a period of time... you decide if its true or not..
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Chapter 7: Feng Shui AgainI didn't inform Michael that I had changed the return date of my flight home. I don't remember much about the flight, apart from the fact that they had run out of Gin 3 hours into the flight, and that I had been the only passenger drinking Gin.
"It is a morning flight", the in-flight supervisor explained, "and Gin is not usually consumed on this sector".
I decided to sleep for the rest of the journey, and arrived at Kuala Lumpur International refreshed and quite sober. The limousine queue was impossible so I decided to take a coach instead. I was not ready to face my life again, I suppose, and was delaying the impending arrival to my empty apartment. To get to the City buses I decided to take a short cut through the parking lot. As I approached the exit at the far end of the building, I heard a woman's voice coming from behind a large pillar.
"Shit! Fuck!"
Her voice was familiar and I stopped. Leaving my luggage in the middle of the concrete driveway I walked around the pillar. A well-shapped woman in a flight stewardess' uniform was jiggling the door of a car. It was a Honda Accord. I guessed it must have been the current model, as it looked brand new, apart from the fresh scratches I could see around the keyhole. She was holding a black hair pin and I assumed had tried to unlock the door. She must have left her keys in the car, I thought as I called out to her.
"Can I help you?".
I must have startled her because she dropped her handbag and the black hairpin and spun around, almost losing her balance in the process.
My heart nearly stopped. It was Irene.