The Rise Of The Ice Queen

"Why are we at the airport?" Nurhan never answered any of my questions before the moment he told me to get dressed. All I know at the moment is that we are going somewhere. But where?!

Nurhan's Audi A8 black car entered the departure hall area at Terminal 3. Nurhan opened the door for me and we matched our steps together towards the lounge facility located one floor above the main concourse.

My eyes caught the big heading that stated SilverKris Lounge. We are taking a business class seats?! I could not stop looking around. God knows what Nurhan has been doing the talking with the Singapore Airlines' staff.

The lounge was filled with people wearing office wear attires. There were multiple seating areas. People were sitting down o variety of seats like armchairs, couches and bar stools. Most of them were men and all of them seemed busy looking at their laptops, iPads and handphones.

I was amazed by its contemporary design as its interior had dark tones that were accentuated by soft lighting and marbled walls. I kept my body near Nurhan. I do not want to get lost. Not in my own unfamiliar and luxurious country.

I followed Nurhan and we were walking towards the business class passengers board. I pulled his arm to the side. "Where are we going?"

"London," He wrapped his arm around my waist and started to walk.

I could not help, but to continue walking as I looked at him. "Why are we going to London?"

"To expand your business there and…" Nurhan dragged his words.

It took me ten seconds to ask him. "And what?"

"And to have our pre-honeymoon," whispered Nurhan as he smiled and nodded to the stewardess that welcomed him and I enthusiastically.