Had I given you my biz card
I NEVER thought we could regret small things we did not do in the past. A small thing such as letting someone have your biz card.
I regretted that I did not give my biz card to a Chinese guy I met in Makassar’s Sultan Hasanuddin International Airport some months ago.
No, it’s not like what you think! It did not involve anything called ‘crush’ or ‘cute’ or ‘prospective’ (OMG, what a word!) or etcetera. I regretted that I didn’t give him my biz card and made him (probably stay) glued in the terminal for-EVER!
“I never get out of the hotel. I am afraid that I will get lost or miss my plane in the next day if I go somewhere in the city” — The Chinese guy
I forgot his name, all I remember is that he is younger than me and was working for a shipping company (and was wearing a red cap). We finally talked because our flight was delayed for some hours, and the officers were, without a doubt, dreadful. They made us wandering around from gate to gate as they weren’t sure where the plane was going to take off from (sounds crazy but true).
We finally talked because he did not speak very good English, and I speak very fluent Indonesian. So I help him with the officers.
From the conversation I found out that he only graduated from university last year, majoring in engineering. He periodically sent here by his company in Shanghai. He usually made a Shanghai-Jakarta-Makassar trip to check ships. Mostly once every one or two months.
The National Museum!





