Idlip - Ch 4/4
Idlip
part four || final
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I woke up from a whimper of a kid.
I open my eyes, once. But the sun was so dazzling so I had to shut it again. From the moment I open it, I saw many lower torsos sitting opposite from me. Then my head and my whole body was resting and leaning on someone who was wearing a black shirt, (because I’ve got the chance to glance over his or her shoulders.)
What a weird dream. Two guys whom I haven’t seen and meet all throughout my life have confessed their love for me. Tss, that is way impossible, I cannot even get any single attention of a guy, yet in the my dream, two guys were almost fighting over me.
Odd. Strange. Bizarre. Peculiar. Weird. Name it all, but one thing that is I’m certain of, that dream is really unrealistic and out of this world.
My heart skipped a beat.
Wait.
As I remember, before I took a nap and fell asleep. I’m all ALONE when I ride the train. But now… it’s different. Somebody was tapping my cheeks and I was directly leaning on a shoulder.
Without a delay, I open my eyes and hastily removed my head from his shoulders. We stared at each other with round big eyes; I assume he was shock with my sudden action.
“Tenshi (angel)…” the other guy beside me sudden utter that word. I felt goose bumps. What does that mean? I immediately stood up in front of him and apologize.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I said and bowed in front of him. I started to walk inside the train, heading for the door. I don’t mind if the train is currently moving, but I can feel that the train is slowly slowing down. I just want to move far away from them. I’m so embarrassed to death; I can’t believe I fell asleep on a strangers shoulder.
Oh well… what is done cannot be undone.
The train finally halted. I step down on the flat form. I’ll just ride a cab from here going to the hotel, I’m pretty sure; I’ll be receiving tons of sermons from the team.
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When I reach the taxi stand, I was thankful because there’s already a cab, I don’t need to hail one.
“To Imperial hotel please.”
“Roger that!” the driver give me a thumbs up. I laugh. What a cool and funny guy.
The travel was smooth; I look through the window and sigh. I suddenly remember my odd dream, it’s really weird!!! They were calling me, Airi, Airi, and Airi. Ito Airi. Who’s Ito Airi? I can still remember their faces, but not that clear so do their names. I look up and saw many billboards; one that catches my attention was this enormous poster. I think the models were modeling this cloth line with the brand name ‘Russ-k’ and the models were composed of six guys. “News” I read aloud, what I just saw. To be honest they’re all good-looking. And the two guys in the center…. Seem…. Familiar?
The cab driver look back at me, “do you know them?”
“Who?” I ask innocently.
“Them? News?”
“Oh… no… I don’t know them… I just read what I can understand…. Most of the writings were written in kanji.” I laugh breathlessly. “By the way mister, who are they?”
“They’re famous artist here at Japan. Most of the girls are crazy over them. I thought your one of those crazy fan girls.”
“I don’t even know them.” I mutter.
“Wait!” this time he was looking at me through the rearview mirror. “I think I’ve seen you before.”
“Where?” I giggle. “I just came here, sir.”
“I really think I’ve seen you… hmmm… when and where is it?” he scratches his head. “Hmm….” I bit my lower lip, waiting for this man to answer his own guess. I look back at the road, when was the last time I went here? Three years ago?
“Aha! I know now!”
“What? Have you remembered already?”
“Yes… I saw your billboard… you’re the model of Adidas right?”
“Enk! Wrong!” I said and laugh.
“Ah! Wait! Wait!” Mr. Driver drew his thumb on his chin. “Is it Nike?” I didn’t answer his question; I just laugh until I hug my knees and lifted in the air. “Am I right? You’re the famous Korean tennis player.” I nodded and giggle again. I didn’t know they would be posting that billboard here at Japan too.
Oh right. I forgot to introduce myself; my name is Inoue Mao. My dad is Japanese while my mom is a Korean so I was born and raised at Korea. Just what this funny driver had said and I’m an athlete, I represent South Korea on this upcoming Wimbledon competition. I guess you’re wondering what I’m doing here in Tokyo? Well… here’s the story…
“Ne…. Miss, what are you doing here at our country? Spying on our athlete ha?” I laugh again. What a perfect timing! I was about to share the story of me, but he ask me that question. “Just kidding! But I’ve seen our representative, you’re way too BEAUTIFUL. You should just join a beauty contest, instead of playing and burning your milky white skin on the sun.”
Wow! I blushed, I don’t like receiving compliments yet I was drowning with compliments from this man and he’s quite frank, I grin. “Thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it. I’m here to take a break before the competition starts.”I smiled.
“Oh… that’s good… you should prepare yourself mentally, physically, emotionally, last but not the least, psychologically, cause you have to prepare yourself on coping up with your upcoming loss on our envoy.” He let out a devilish cackle.
“Thanks for the tip.” I chuckled.
“You’re welcome pretty…. Seriously, if I’m young and not married, I won’t let this moment to pass by. I’ll immediately confess to you… but I’m happily married, you won’t have the chance to experience the love of the lifetime.” I blurted out a chortle, this man is really funny. “I’m sure your boyfriend will give you that.”
“You’re young at heart, sir… and I’m happy for you, because you have a happy married life… about that boyfriend thingy… I don’t have one.”
“Uso (that’s a lie)… with the cute face of yours, you’re telling me that you don’t have any suitors or what?”
“Nada.”
“Aww… poor girl… don’t worry… I’m sure, love will find you.”
Sweet… “Thanks for another tip… I hope, love will truly find me… the sooner the better.” The old man gave me a high five. Both of us laugh our hearts out.
“What’s your name again?”
“Inoue Mao.”
“Okay… Inoue-san, your hotel is here.” he stops the car inside the vicinity of the hotel and pinpoints the entrance.
“Thank you sir….?” I inquire while I get my money to pay him.
“Sato Akiko.”
“Thank you Mr. Sato.” I said and gave him his money. I step down from his cab and knock at his window. He lowered it and smile, “thanks for all the tips.”
“You’re welcome. Good luck with the competition.”
“Thanks.” I waved my hands goodbye and he started to drive his cab away from the lobby. When I turn around, I saw media men clustering together.
“INOUE MAO!” I shiver as I heard my name being called. It was sturdy and it was said by my very strict coach. He walk closer to me, the reporters followed him. “Where did you go?! Do you know that all of us were worried sick here?!”
“I took a stroll?” I gave them a half smile. Coach just rolled his eyes; I bet he got irritated on what I said. But it’s the truth. I just took a stroll; I sneak out away from the airport, ride a cab, rode a train and ride a cab again. Here I am, standing in front of him alive and kicking it’s not that I get lost around Japan.
“Next time…” he paused and exhales deeply. “Don’t do that, okay? Ask for permission first.”
“Yes sir.” I said in a low voice. He escorted those media man inside the hotel, I can’t hear his voice but I think he’s talking to about the interviews… again.
I pluck the box of the cigarette from my pocket; I get a stick and my lighter. I started to flick it, but it won’t work. I look around to see if anybody is smoking near me. I badly needed nicotine right now. I stop and smile, I spot two guys smoking. I inhale and exhale, confidence. I walk closer to them.
“Uhm… excuse me, can I borrow your lighter?” I ask, as I stood in front of them. My focus was directly shot at the floor, when I look up. I saw them staring at me blankly.
All of a sudden, I think my world suddenly stop. I find myself getting numb. The vague became lucid. I know that face and I think I know their names now. This feels like déjà vu.
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They’re the same guys on the billboard.
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The same guys on my dream…
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Y-Yamapi? R-Ryo?
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Did love find me after all?
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10.05.09
12:41pm
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Authors Note:
hi! first of all, thank you for reading my fanfic! I totally appreciate. I have two things to clear about my fic.
As for the title, a lot of people asks, 'what's idip' or 'why did I titled it as idlip' basically, idlip is a Filipino (our mother language) term for 'nap'.
Which is the main theme of my fic, it's all about Inoue Mao's dream. I know, I've disappointed you guys about that, but I want to experience writing something that is a 'cliffhanger' (I hope I've passed that.)
For the quote: "a dream is a wish your heart makes" I put that because somehow, the Inoue Mao on my fic wants to experience being love, having relationship and etc. so on her dream, it became real. her wish come true.
I hope I cleared everything here. Sorry if I disappointed you on the ending, but I hope you enjoy my fic. THANK YOU!