10. The Right Path

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A/N: in this chapter, we will both have stories from 1600's and 2019, okay? Don't be confuse na!! Lol!

2253 words! You've got to be kidding me!
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2253 words! You've got to be kidding me!***

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Tae's POV:

7:38am.

Ok..

I'm a little bit early, right? I mean, Nong Tee and I agreed to meet here at 8, and yet, here I am. Patiently waiting for the guy who caught my attention since I saw him collapsed at the airport few weeks ago.

I guessed meeting each other here in Kyoto is not a coincidence. Aside from this strange feeling that I have towards him (as if we've known each other for so long..), we also have this "sort of" connection, since it was Mr.Satou (that Phana's uncle) who invited us here to attend that Galla tonight, and My annoying Business partner is a friend of Phana's friend. In short, we have common friends. Heh! Look at how small this crazy world is..

And I'm glad that his cousin and my secretary became close last night. Because of that, Kim was able to asked for his number, and through that, I'm able to get Nong Tee's number as well.

7:46am

Sigh~~

How long do I have to wait here?

Right! Let's ask the guy.

I just want to be sure, you know.?

Ehem.

He'll be here in a minute

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He'll be here in a minute..

Heh! He's so cuuuute!

Ehem! I mean. Yup, he's cute and he's .. err...

Oh well.. the guy is really cute, so.. you can't expect me not to noticed it.

Heh! What am I thinking? Geez!

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After few minutes of waiting (like what Khun TEe said to his P'Tae),

After getting off from the taxi that took him to the shrine, while mumbling how expensive it was to ride a freaking taxi cab in Japan, he ran so fast, as if something is chasing after him, until he could see the Torii gate, which marks the entrance to the shine.

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