The house in the air

It was the cold that woke me up, I heard his voice, I told someone to give me a blanket; it was soft and warm to the touch, I adjusted myself in the chair, clinging to that last little sleep, suddenly I felt the belt,  opened my eyes, while trying to adjust my sight I began to realize that I was not in my bed and a woman dressed conservatively but comfortable was fixing the position of my chair. There I noticed him, he was looking at me, he laughed while reading a piece of paper.

-"It seems that still drunk I'm good at asking for consent, look what you wrote last night, I surely asked you to avoid problems. I quote: "I, America M, although drunk said that I will get on that damn plane of my own free will, to evaluate the possibilities of a marriage" Then he says other things that I don't understand... It's not in your language or mine or English, what other language do you speak?”

"I don't think that's important right now," I said, raping the paper from his hands while remembering a couple of things from the night before.

Images of us drinking, dancing, with friends, him repeating his offer and talking about the beautiful places he could know, the opportunities that like his wife he would have, after all, his language is not a language that is compulsorily taught in schools, his country had to call my attention or something from the Asian axis...

There he caught me, I learned the language because I thought about traveling sometime, and then I told myself that it would be good for mental agility or to do a master's degree at some point, which I know. Suddenly I remembered asking him if he was in love with me or what a weirdo had bitten him to make me that offer like that, like out of nowhere.

Words more words less, the answer was that I had learned that proposing things how she is to a girl, said about women under 23, it was like putting them a challenge and they would probably agreed just for show, but it was not easy to trust those decisions when thet are still in dipers, that from 25 to 30 the women he meets are dreaming of children, they are looking for someone who fulfills the dream of forming a home with them so proposing something like that would be a crime and those who are thinking of strengthening their career are busy working And with excessive concern for what others think; On the other hand, after 30 there is balance, women like me, according to him, we are already clearer what we want and what we are and that from what I knew about me I fit with that description.

I can say that I agreed on some things he said and others didn't.

After this burst of memories, my present caught my attention more: I'm on a damn plane! And it looks like an apartment in the air, and here where I'm sitting it seems more like a massage chair than an airplane chair. I remember that I kept play along sure that I was inflating reality and that's why in the language that he said he doesn't understand I wrote, that if the plane was imaginary the marriage was too, later I said that if I didn't manage to get on a plane before midnight the offer would expire. I put that in English.

"This is not my plane, a friend lent it to me to meet within the deadline you signed," he said when he looked at his cell phone, I think he was not very sure how he had ended up on that plane with me and he was checking to clarify it, "but don't worry, it's big enough for a direct trip, there are only another 6 hours left.

I got up from the chair and began to tour the aircraft, this must have been the size of a commercial plane, but equipped to travel comfortably, in front four fluffy fine leather chairs were in front of a table, so I noticed, some panels could be removed to close the atmosphere, I suppose that on friendly trips they use it as a dining room and in business trips for meetings. Behind us two chairs looked like a sofa bed, when I looked again two flight attendants were accommodating them together, putting on an over mattress, opening and closing drawers, organizing a kind of screen, putting cushions, and soon a kingsize bed was revealed in what looked like a cozy alcove.

I stare to my adventure partner, or could we say the bearer of the "call to adventure", this 32-33-year-old man, With soft and well-groomed skin, not very thin, with a toned body, who still wears fabric slippers and the typical cheap T-shirt that they sell as a reminder to travelers and that backpackers without money buy to be able to dress, but who also now wears on this a light brown cloth coat that looks like it was made to measure, that looks cost an arm and a leg...  Who is really this man I only know by his "Western" name Tom J?

He felt that he was looking at him and looked up from his cell phone, he had been watching it for a while and laughing  covering his face time to time, I guess he was also finding out what he had done the day before because he was throwing  expressions of surprise, then he told me:

"Oh, mmm, it seems that I announced that we would come and that we would stay for 15 days... At my parents' house," I think that whatever he told them was not something he planned to do as I didn't plan to travel...

- FIFTEEN DAYS!!! This is not right\, I have a contract\, I had to be on the island for another two months\, I can't leave for 15 days!" I was shaken by the sense of responsibility that made the hangover start hitting me..

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