Novel & Cerita The Stranger In Seat 8b

The stranger. He’s here

My fingers tighten around my bag strap. A strange unease flickers through me instantly. Then Kelvin shifts in his seat. Rita’s expression tightens. And slowly… The person seated with his back facing me begins to turn. My heartbeat stutters. No. Because I already know who it is. Rayner.

The climb into the van bickering among each other. *A few hours later* Jolene wakes up and is shocked and confused by the handsome Stranger sitting next to her. She looks around and she notices that Rora and Luna are driving behind them. She can see they’re not panicking, so she just takes a deep breath and turns her upper body towards the man. She tries to be stern but polite, “I’m Sorry sir who are you?” He Chuckles, “You see a strange man next to you that you don’t know and you choose to call him, sir?”

"Kids these days..." "Thanks for that." "No problem. A cute little boy doesn't deserve to get bullied like that." Her gaze traveled towards Keith's direction and the shy one hid himself further behind Therese's dress. The stranger couldn't help but chuckle at the cute image of Keith. "Besides, women help women." She's right. "Uhm, I'm Therese and this is Keith. You are?" "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just a stranger passing by." --- Raven massaged his temple as he lowered himself on his office chair.

I handed it back to him without looking at him. “There,” I said, trying to sound indifferent, as if this was just another regular moment in my day. “I’ll call you,” he promised, his smile almost mischievous as I turned to leave. “And I’m Evan by the way” he called out,But I didn’t feel like I was walking away from a stranger anymore.

Does she have more questions to ask? Pulling the car door open a bit wider, I slip inside the dimly lit interior. As soon as I’m seated, the tinted windows roll up hiding us from view. As I settle into my seat, I cross my arms and open my mouth to start voicing my opinion when I hear a small, delicate cough. Sitting across from me on the opposite seat, Evelyn smiles at me sweetly, her hand resting on her round belly. Sitting next to her is a stranger in a fine suit, his auburn colored hair shielding his face as he looks out the window.

Clutching her father’s hand, Anita proceeded down the aisle, her heart beating erratically in her chest. She stared ahead and saw the Stranger standing there, splendid and breathtaking, in a white Armani suit. His friend was standing behind him. The Stranger’s eyes never left mine as I walked toward him. And it felt like walking towards my doom. Anita took a deep breath; her insides turned somersaults, her thighs shook, and her legs turned to jelly. She stumbled, and the Stranger reached out and grabbed her before she fell. “Oops, sorry.” She was embarrassed. Mr. King looked down at her.

I flashed out a sarcastic smile and then looked directly into his eyes. "I am protecting what's mine, Sebastian," I uttered without breaking off the gaze. "Good afternoon passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to Rome. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you." Sebastian let out a deep breath after hearing that announcement after a while he turned his head to Atasha.

Some few people around came to him and helped him up. "Sir, you might want to sit for a while," said the stranger. Derrick turned to look at the person who had said that, but he saw three people standing in front of him, he could not tell which one of them had said that. He just nodded and sat on the chair offered to him. At another location, Lyla got home and greeted her aunty Paula but she did not respond. Paula handed Lyla a paper she was holding. "Explain to me what this means. Whose is it?" Paula questioned angrily.

Low chatter filled the space, bags shoved into overhead compartments, people settling into seats; faces I recognise and those I don't. I scanned quickly and there by the window seat and caught sight of the “219” inscribed on the seat headrest, second row from the back. He looked up as I paused. I exhaled slowly and walked toward him. “Don’t say anything,” I muttered as I dropped into the seat beside him. A corner of his mouth twitched. “Wasn’t planning to.” “Good.” Silence settled and my mind wandered to us having to be side by side for a week. The bus engine rumbled to life. Outside, Karl waved dramatically from the window of her own bus while making funny faces. I ignored her.