On the Brother Flying (Prt2)

The brother finally left the country for his journey of medical school last week. Both the parents flew over with him of course, to send their last child into tertiary education.

We had our last family gathering of the year the night before he embarked on his flight. I made sure I didn't have any class so that I could send him off at the airport with the rest of the family. But Dad was being pretty unusual in the sense that, he was the one getting all paranoia instead of mum this time. He touched everything that the brother is bringing along; his luggage, his sling bag and his backpack, and tried to rearrange the Crocs into the sling bag and well, simply turned things upside down before the brother finally told him to sit aside and not mess things up, especially when we need to leave for the airport already then.

Mum was of course, the opposite. She neatly arranged everything back in order, and rearrange the luggage and told dad to chill, instead of the other way round. Sis and I just sat there watching TV and let the three of them settled all their flights planning and all, since mum and dad would fly back home the same night as well.

When finally everything was in order, we checked out of the hotel and headed to the airport in seperate cars. Mum, dad and the brother travelled in the taxi they booked while sis drove. All of us arrived in the airport at 3p.m.. Traffic was smooth on the highway as far as we were concerned.

It has been a while since I was last in KLIA. Still looks as magnificent as it was before. Spent the afternoon dining in some overpriced satay shop while waiting for the rest of the brother's classmate.

The brother self-diagnosed himself to have anxiety attack. He was restless and he could feel his heart beating. Dad didn't help at all. He just HAD to look at the check in counter and asked if anyone who wears a blue blazer was his batchmates. So many times that I finally told him off, that he's not the one leaving, doing so was just going to aggravate the anxiety. He laughed away, but he kept quiet since.

Mum applauded. Finally there was someone who could balance up the sarcasm and big bully in Dad since the brother is going off. I was surprised really. I said it out of being annoyed, and I don't think I would hit back with sarcasm most of the time like how the brother likes to tease my mum when they were at home.

As 5pm approached, we saw more and more family arriving. We finally left the over-rated cafe and headed to the check-in counter. Mum ever so eagerly made friends with the parents of all the other scholars, getting contacts and what nots. Dad just stood at the side and waited for other parents to come eagerly making friends with him. Me? I was too busy taking photos of all the over-excited kids.

Had to call them kids because, I don't know... They're still so childish to me. I overheard some conversations alright. Some Poland-bound girls talking to the Czech-bound girl in some high pitched voice that they're going to have so much fun when they travel to Prague from Poland. Okay, fine, maybe there was some tinge of jealousy, but sometimes I got quite annoyed with all these empty talks really. We escaped to McDonald's slightly before breaking fast and had some drinks while waiting for the brother's final briefing at 8p.m..

Apparently, he's heading to Frankfurt at midnight before another transit to east Europe.

Finally, it was 8.30pm. The kids gathered for the last time and gave all their family and friends the last hugs and goodbye kisses. You'll want to read about them scholars checking in.

To be continued...