HIMERALD’s
It’s probably 3 o’clock in the afternoon when I stopped looking for those brats. I looked everywhere and I couldn’t see anyone even if their shadows, there were none. Here I am walking hurriedly back to the terminal, but still, I alerted myself in case those men in black would appear. Those jerks, I was just want to go to my destination, why there were always hindrances on the path. A simple task becomes a hard one.
F*ck that small box, f*ck that Agurada!
Agurada was the man wearing a mask, the one who was arrested back at the Philippine airport because of something related to drugs. I thought and made sense earlier that he must be the one who planted that small briefcase inside my bag when it underwent checking. That must be the reason why he left me with a smirk and wink.
