Miguel found to be the sole heir to a great aunt who lives in Spain. To qualify for the estate must go to Madrid. But there is a problem ... Miguel Alvarez always suffer from air sickness, or rather fear of flying! Jan asks to accompany him. After resolving the issue of his son Benny, Jan agreed to go to Madrid with Miguel.
-What 's that noise? (Miguel's face is cyanotic)
-Quiet, Rolling is just a bit ', we are not even parties
-Ma ...
-Miguel, you have to calm down. You look pale ... too pale
-Now you know what I mean by 'fear of flying'?
"But it's a trip just an hour and a half. Do not worry
After a few minutes of apparent calm, the plane finally part.
-Jan ... we (voice of Miguel reduced to a whisper)
-Quiet, my friend. There is nothing to fear. You know how many planes take off every day? It is a hundred times more dangerous in the car ..
Yes, but I ...
-Make a riskier trades that are there and you let yourselves be discouraged by a flight? Think about when accelerating with the BMW and I crush him in the door
curve-I thought you liked ...
-maybe just a bit ... I like that kind of adrenaline every now and then ... This
- adrenaline for me now .. is definitely ... definitely ...
The plane takes off!
-Definitely too much! (Miguel screams in falsetto and sticks to Jan clinging to his arm) -Fantastic, it's always a wonderful feeling when you take off.
-Oh (Miguel hides his head under the armpit of links) -Miguel, get calm down. Fear-
(whispered) -What?
-Paura, Jan, I'm scared (loud)
-You're a nice guy ... not leave you intimidated by thugs and murderers ...
(Jan laughs and shakes his hand)
-Beauty, your hand is sweaty, want to call a flight attendant and makes you prepare a chamomile or something ...
No, Jan, do not you dare get up. Do not leave me alone, hold my hand
-Okay, but ... (chuckles)
-Why are you laughing? (angrily)
-Miguel, come on, come round, a guapo like you ... this is not exactly manly your attitude
-What do I care, you let me get back with your buttocks on the ground and I'll show you if they are male ...
-A? Interesting ... (malicious)
few minutes later the plane finally reached the quota. The anxiety seems to have calmed down and Miguel has even left the hands of Jan.
Half way though the airplane begins dancing. It turns on the light of safety belts and the captain announced they are going to go through turbulence.
-Oh ... my god my god (Miguel panic is thrown back into the arms of Jan. Shakes the strong arm and this time puts his face in his shoulder and ear fellow blond)
-Give yourself calm down! It's just a stupid turbulence
-Tell me that it will pass. Tell me that soon we'll be fine, me and you in a beautiful room with a view ...
-course. And eat PAEI and wine-
Thanks Jan. You're a friend
The turbulence worsened and even the stewardesses are tied to their seats. The captain did not please the passengers to get up for any reason. Anxiety Miguel becomes uncontrollable ...
-We are going to die ...
-Absolutely not! You have to trust me. I've never been wrong?
-This time, yes, my god! Jan I ... I gotta tell ya!
-tell me?
¬ "Yes, we are falling and it is right that you know ..
-.....
- Te quiero
-What?
-I love you! Miguel
-you ... you're not in you!
-Maybe ... I love you Jan, I have always ... it's nice to die in your arms ...
-??
Then, slowly, the air comes out of the turbulence.
Miguel is still embraced in Jan. A Hostess looks at them with tenderness and asks: How-
been together?
-Three and a half years (reports Jan)
-How nice, and go to Madrid to get married?
-Correct ...
-Christmas then! Thanks
-
Miguel is aghast!
-Why did you say we are going to ...
-Why I love you too, big head!
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