It’s been 17 hours I sit in here, staring at the clouds behind the plane shield. I could see Queens’s right below my whole soul right now. Timati and I leave the plane and walk to the international arrival gate, he brought me to the parking lot and drives me home. I sit n***d next to him with a coat covering my tan body and bag in my hand. I reach my phone inside my bag and I found that I waste all of my phone energy in Phuket.
“s**t…” I mumble as I stare at the dead phone screen. Timati removes his sight from the road and stares at me “You a got problem?” He says. I groan “Ugh… yeah, my battery’s dead right now and I need to call my sister and tell her that I’ll be home soon” I say as I put the phone back in my bag. “Here... use my phone” He says as he gives me his phone. “Ah! Thanks”
