Bab 110: Welcoming

As the metal bird slowly landed on the tarmac, the sun was shining shyly, as clouds were seen covering the glowing might.

A man in black overcoat emerged from the opened door. He ran both hands in front of his lapels downwards as he smoothed out the creases. He puffed out his chest proudly and lifted his chin; and snorted at the gloomy weather. Large aviator glasses were covering his dark brown eyes as he scanned the surrounding area.

'Tsk! No welcoming party for us? Those people have been slacking, huh', he scowled inwardly.

He ran his fingers on his slightly wavy hair before he slowly turned around and offered his hand to the lady behind him.