Chapter 1 - Catching The Last MRT (1/2)
”I can't be late.... I can't be late... I can't be late...” Finland kept muttering to herself while running as fast as possible to the MRT station.
She took the midnight flight to Singapore because it was the cheapest. After immigration and baggage collection, she was supposed to have a one hour gap before the MRT closed.
To no one's surprise, however, the flight from Jakarta had a 45 minute delay, so now, she has to run as fast as possible while pushing a trolley with her two heavy luggage.
”Please... please... please... I cannot afford taxi at this hour. The surcharge is crazy...!”
She focused solely on the arrows pointing toward the MRT. Everything else was a blur. When she saw a young guy passing casually in front of her pushing his small suitcase, it was too late. A collision was inevitable, and Finland, the young guy, and all their luggage scattered on the floor.
”Oh my God ... Oh my God ... Oh my God ... I'm very sorry, I wasn't paying attention.”
Finland hurriedly got up and cleared her trolley and suitcases and bowed repeatedly to apologize to the guy who was still lying on the floor. He slowly got up while rubbing his aching head.
”Ugh ... people nowadays are such idiots... Everyone is always in a hurry, to the point of endangering others...” he muttered to himself. ”Maybe it's time to teach this one a lesson...”
He brushed off the dust from his clothes., He was wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt and fashionable jeans with white sneakers. He gazed at a small cut on his left elbow and then raised his angry face, staring at Finland.
Strangely, those fierce blue eyes suddenly turned cold when he saw Finland. The guy cleared his throat and took his cellphone out of his pocket.
”What you did was reckless endangerment. Give me your name, phone number, and address so I can send you the compensation request for my injury, or court subpoena.”
Finland was stunned...
Wow... what just happened...?? Where would she get the money to pay for the compensation? She had only 50 dollars in her account until her next part-time job to distribute flyers at the mall next weekend.
”I... I...” at this point Finland knew she had missed the last MRT. Her only option was to take the bus or wait for the first MRT at 5 am. ”My name is Finland. I can give you my address and phone number...”
Finland took his cellphone and typed in her telephone number and address in Singapore. Ah, it's actually not her address, but Jean's, her best friend from NTU university. Jean is a supermodel who travels the world. His apartment on Robertson Road is used only to store his belongings and as a temporary place to stay when in Asia.