Terminal 3 — Thirty Minutes Before Boarding

Flight VV965 has landed, and Roni is slumped on a sofa in a coffee shop at Jakarta’s Terminal 3, half sure that last night never happened. Then Liara walks in with her carry-on, still in her batik kebaya, sees that he actually waited for her, and smothers him in kisses. “You didn’t disappear… You really waited for me.” “I promised, didn’t I?”

She insists on paying (“I’m older. Just do as you’re told.”). When the blonde American waitress takes their order (a flat white for him, an iced matcha latte for her) and throws Roni a wink on her way out, Liara pinches him and settles it in one word: “Mine.”

Over coffee they realise they barely know each other. She finally learns his full name, Roni Putra Setiawan, twenty-one (“Oh my god… I’m dating a kid”). He learns she’s twenty-eight (“Not a word.”). He tells her about the parents he lost last year; she tells him about the papa who is never home. Then, as the sun sets over the runway, the flight attendant gives their new relationship its safety briefing: every time she lands, he texts her; every time she flies back to Jakarta, he picks her up; and he never, ever lies to her.

A kiss turns into a make-out the whole lounge could see. “Babe… we’re at the airport…” “After this you fly off again… a whole week without you.” “…Not fair.” When he whispers how horny he is, her hand slips under the table: “Relax… the table’s hiding us.” She jerks him off fast and hard, makes him suck her neck, kisses his, and whispers in his ear until he comes all over his black T-shirt.

“Full service, sir.” She cleans him up with her mouth and finds him getting hard again. “This passenger here… still not satisfied?” What follows is the full in-flight menu: a deep-throat (“Fasten your seatbelt, babe”), the harmonica (“Company secret”), dessert served with her tongue, and a brutal pre-landing bob (“Prepare for landing, sir…”). It ends when he comes all over her face by accident the moment she comes up for air, and she just laughs.

“Thanks to you… now I’m the horny one.” She knows a quiet restroom at the end of the gate. They never make it. With half an hour until she boards, she drags him into a service passage behind a shop and into a nook behind a big metal cabinet. “Right here.” “What about the restroom?” “…Too far.” She braces her hands on the wall: “Hurry, babe… I board in half an hour.”

He takes her from behind, standing, her hand clamped over her mouth. Two airport staff wander into the passage and turn back at the last second (“That was close…”). Then she can’t hold her moans in any more (“Shh… someone’s gonna hear…” “I… can’t… hold it in…”), so he kisses her quiet. Somewhere in the frenzy she ends up face to face with him, her arms locked round his neck, kissing him while he slams into her.

“Inside, babe… come inside me…” He comes deep inside her, and when he pulls out it slowly seeps down her thigh. They scramble back into their clothes for one last kiss, until “Oh no… they’re already boarding!” She’s gone, her carry-on rattling down the passage: “See you in a week!”

Roni is still catching his breath when someone steps out at the end of the passage: the blonde waitress from the café, arms folded, clicking her tongue. She saw everything. To be continued in Part 3.

Full scene with English subtitles. AI-generated video; all characters are fictional adults.