homemade blues

I probably over-reacted. But I tell you, I was scared $***le$$.

Story is - G and I booked a flight for the boys and the maid to go back to KB yesterday, ETD SBG 2.25pm and ETA KB 3.25pm. Things went well in the morning. We went to Mokz's house earlier coz he invited us - ada nasi dagang! And then we went to the airport. Ayah Su and Cik Su were there too, to see the boys off. Checked in the boys and Oom without much fuss, and after the plane took off, we left the airport to get some grub before embarking on a movie marathon. At least, that was the plan.

G got some pizza from Domino's Carrefour Subang, and we went back home. Whilst munching on a piece of NY Crust, after several calls to Ibu, we got to know that the FY2064 flight hasn't landed in KB. Alarm bells went off in my head, but it was raining, and we knew it's the rainy season in KB, so we were thinking that the flight may be slightly delayed.

Then, Ibu called again, to say that they heard an announcement - the boys' flight was diverted back to Subang. The alarm bells rang louder, and I called the airline to check the situation. Well, they were trying to be helpful, but the info I got from them was not the same. G and I quickly decided to go to the airport again. And then we saw that there was no plane on the tarmac. Needless to say, the alarm bells were like wailing sirens now.

The not-knowing was killing me. I was trying to keep positive, but all I think of was that I was not with them. I was not with them. How can I let them go on a plane, by themselves, in this kind of weather? I can't tell what else went on in my head. I could only pray that the boys come home safely to us.

We waited at the ticketing counter and I was frantically trying to call Oom (I must've called her 15 times at least). We spoke to the person at the counter the first chance we got. He directed us to the office at the back of the check in counters. We explained what info we have (my voice was cracking with emotion), and the guy in charge (bless his heart) told us that the plane just landed in Subang. Alhamdulillah. The plane was rescheduled to fly back to KB, but I was having none of that. I just told him that I want my boys back, and it doesn't matter whether they refund me or not, I just want my boys back.

They were sensitive enough to see that I would've teared the plane apart if I can't get them off it, so they graciously told me that they would get the boys' luggage and all, and would escort them to me from the departure hall.

And then, I finally got to talk to Oom, and I burst into tears. It was like a flood of emotion. I talked to D, and he said to me,"Ibu, we're back at the start. I want to go home." I cried even more.

As G and I waited for the boys to come out, we saw that the flight to Penang was cancelled, and passengers were leaving the departure hall as well. The weather was just too much to handle.

When I saw the boys coming out of the departure hall, my heart beat so hard that I thought it was just going to jump out of my chest. I've never felt such great relief as I felt yesterday. It was really something. Thankfully, A was asleep throughout the whole episode, and we were in our car within half hour after that.

Later in the car, Oom told me that at 3.30pm in KB as the plane attempted to land, shaking in the turbulence, the clouds and sky was as black as night. Apparently the pilots made the landing attempt twice and upon failing to do so, came back to Subang (G said it's standard procedure).

Sigh. So we (G and I and the boys and Oom) are leaving tomorrow morning for KB via land. A day earlier than we originally planned, but whatever happens, the boys are with me and G. We're together. That's all that matters.

Ya Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful, your servants humbly thank you.