daddy for sale - season finale

We never saw Nina after that. She never came back. We chatted with her online occasionally, internet was a wonderful thing. She looked happy. Over the years, Nina’s face is looking more and more like her mother. It’s just that she is brown, she said and her mother is fair. But she never asked abut her father. She deserved that adequate space in which to heal herself. We did not know how much she was hurt by that kind of betrayal from someone she called daddy, she never said, but if that did not hurt, then we did not know what hurt was. We never said a thing about him either. He had been caught in close proximity with the girlfriend. Life would always come and get you right back, sometimes it bites you right in the face. That’s when you wish that you did not do a lot of bad things.

Like I said, we never saw Nina again, not until today, as the seconds tick and tock off while I am in my seat munching peanuts distributed by the airhostess, an hour to go before I reach Japan. I have asked for everything possible- peanuts, chocolate, blankets, magazines, peanuts and peanuts again but the excitement of the prospect of seeing Nina almost makes me explode that I can't stop drumming my fingers on my knees. I am being stationed in Japan for three years to man the new branch of the semiconductor factory I am working with. I had sent an email about my arrival to Nina last month. She in turn had given me a list of what to bring her from Malaysia. One of it is Maggie instant noodles which I had bought by the dozen for her. Others are all pickled fruits and the frightfully artificial-orange Super Ring. She had promised to wait at the airport with her mother’s good old BMW that they had brought along to Japan. We never got a chance to go for a ride the day her mother came to fetch her. At least today, I would get that chance. Fim had expressed an understandable amount of envy to me when he learnt about this.

When I have passed the security gates and collected my luggage and Nina’s box of junk food, I look around for my exceptionally cool friend.

There she is all right. Can’t really miss her, to tell you the truth. She’s brilliant, that girl, I have to give her that. She is holding a sign painted in the reddest of red that says “Pay up!”