II. The Meet-up

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Third Person POV

I arrived at Haneda airport through a private car I rented. I was told that she is at the TIAT Waiting Lounge, Reception B room. I knocked and slowly entered the room.

“Mia!”

“Ma’am!” We hugged. “Kanina ka pa?”

“Halos kakarating lang namin.” She smiled. I looked around and saw the PSGs smiling at me. I smiled back. “Kayo lang?”

“Oo,”

“Wala kang staff na dala?” Her face suddenly turned red. I laughed loudly. “Okay, get ko naman why. I mean, ipapasundo ka ba dito kung official visit to di ba?” She tugged my arm and forced a smile.

We walked outside with her PSGs trailing behind us in various directions. She must not be recognized - it was the strict instruction. We swiftly went to the nearest exit staircase. The private car is already waiting for us.

“Teka, paano tong mga PSG mo?”

“Ma’am, need po sumama sa inyo ng dalawa,” Her head PSG told her. “O sige, dalawa dito.” She said. We rode the private car with two of her guards and the rest will have to rent another set of cars.

One PSG sat beside us, the other one sat at the front. When we settled, the driver smiled at us. I smiled back and said, Ito-san, ie, shitsumon wa arimasen, onegaishimasu. (Ito-san, please, no questions.) He nodded his head seriously and started to drive.

“Anong sabi mo?”

“Sabi ko po, di siya puwede magtanong.” She smiled. “Bakit naman?”

“Syempre, pag tinanong niya tayo at di tayo makasagot because di puwede sagutin, nakakahiya naman yun di ba?” She smiled at the driver in the rear view window. Ito-san smiled back. She turned to me. “Bakit naman siya magtatanong?”

“Ma’am, kilala ka dito aner ka ba. Bakit kasi di ako nasabihan prior to this na pupunta ka? Edi sana mas naayos ko.”

She looked down and held her hands together. “Gusto namin ang lugar na ito, Mia.”

“Ay ako rin, Ma’am. Pero iba rin kayo kasi talagang tinatapat nyo ng official visit ang pagpunta nyo dito.”

She laughed. “Siya kasi e. Tipid daw. Kumbaga hitting two birds with one stone. Alam mo naman un, kuripot pagdating sa sarili niya.”

We laughed. When we reached the hotel, I requested we go through the VIP receiving area at the back. We also used the private elevator to get to my room.

 “Sir, paki-radio nalang un mga kasama nyo na sundan un trail natin.” I told one of the PSGs.

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