Artificial Horizon - A César Fernando Basa x Reader story

XV - Slip

A condition of uncoordinated flight when the aircraft moves towards the inside of a turn; to move sideways towards the inside of a turning maneuver as a result of excessive bank.

To correct a slip, the pilot should decrease the bank, or increase rudder pressure on the same side as the deflected ball in the turn coordinator. Slips are often used in aircraft with no flaps to increase the rate of descent without increasing the airspeed.

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December 3rd, 2100Z (0500LCL + 1 Day)
Location: Isabela, Negros Occidental, Philippines

I wake up way before my own alarm clock did; an hour earlier than my usual morning call for days like this wherein I am needed for work. However, for some reasons, I still wake up from such a dream. And weirdly, I've somehow brought the feelings of heaviness from my heart straight-out to this reality.

I didn't freak out this time upon finding that I am in a completely different place right now. I guess, having to remember different places and events from our travels for the past two days and my time from my dreams somehow make me quite immune in finding myself in strange locations and even situations. For one, I am completely at ease when I wake up and stare at the ceiling to gain my bearing, and even trust my instinct and memory of last night.

Elian kidnapped me; bringing me out to his adventure from Cebu all the way across the strait and to Negros Occidental. Surprisingly, I was forced to meet with his mother's relatives all due to my intention to buy some delicacies such as piaya and biscocho. Last night, we shared the dinner table with his maternal grandparents, and his aunt, and his cousin, and his cousin-in-law, and his cousin's son.

It was quite chaotic that I've been a mute, unable to answer the questions they threw at me because I couldn't understand what they were talking about. And Elian told them something to stop the questions, and everything was then directed to him instead. The only part of the conversation that I managed to remember in the frenzy was:

"Miga mo?" his grandmother asked, looking at me that made me understand that the question definitely involved me at all.

I raised an eyebrow, and turned to Elian, finding him staring at me for a second and answered with finality, "Waay."

"Pa, Elian," his cousin, that same man that I've mentioned from ago to somehow resemble him, added with a knowing smirk. "Waay pa."

At least, that was how I understood it. Because, even trying to digest the foods served had been quite difficult; no matter how delicious they all are.

I place a hand on my stomach, trying to feel if I am bloated. Thankfully, I am not, that I manage to breathe out a relieved smile.

Remembering last night about how hospitable his family had been, I can't help thinking that there is really some ulterior motive behind their actions. I've been prepared a guest room at once among who knows how many rooms are there in this house. With how dark it had been yesterday, I wasn't able to have a good grasp; but I know that the house is quite huge for such a rather large number of occupants. Not to mention the given generations present. To add, it may appear like those old Spanish colonial houses, but the interior had been already converted to something modern that the entire house is, surprisingly, centralized air conditioned.

I didn't doubt it at all that Elian will be from a family who could let him afford a career in the aviation industry, but one that definitely also gave him the opportunity to enter Ateneo de Manila University; despite all the perks of being a varsity player and a smart student. So, yes, I'll not be surprised if they own a huge part of Isabela, Negros Occidental at all.