Chapitre 15: Noguchi Minako 4
Yawning, it was early in the morning when I woke up.
Most people would be packing in preparation for a trip overseas, but I only planned on taking my phone and wallet.
Whatever I would need such as a change of clothes, toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, etc., I was planning on just buying it once I landed in Hawaii.
And since the hotel we were going to be staying at was more expensive than a regular person's monthly rent, I assumed that those necessities were probably already provided.
According to my mother, I had met Noguchi Minako before when we were very young but just like a regular person who doesn't remember everything from their past, the same was true for me regarding Yasuo's memories.
After saying farewell to my father who was too busy with work to join Mother and me, one of Father's bodyguards drove us to the airport.
You heard that right. Bodyguards.
When you're someone that high profile and have made tons of enemies in the business world, it was natural to have guards and if I had to make an estimate, my father probably had somewhere close to twenty or so personal bodyguards.
My mother had no bodyguards herself but that was a personal decision.
She had told Father years before I was conceived that even though she was his wife, she wasn't the one in danger and she didn't feel comfortable having people follow her around in public so she declined his offer for guards.
Truth is, I believe she does have guards that my father has planted on her.
They're probably just hidden in the shadows and protect her from a distance whether or not she realizes it.
My doting father would probably kill himself if anything bad happened to her because he made the mistake of not protecting the love of his life.
It's probably the same for me to a lesser extent.
For me, they were probably less bodyguards and more like informants to keep my parents up to date with anything going on in my life.
The thought of being watched was a strange one but as long as they didn't intervene with my life, I'd treat them as if they didn't exist.
Perhaps, my mother is also aware and is doing the same.
I wouldn't put it against her to know but not say anything.
The two of us arrived first so I was sitting there for a bit waiting for the others to arrive when I saw this lady dressed in an extravagant coat with fox fur and she had on these sunglasses that covered her eyes.
'That's mom's friend. Then next to her should be her daughter.'
This young lady with pink hair followed closely behind her, dragging a suitcase. She was dressed in blue denim jeans, had on a simple white shirt, and over that was a black bomber jacket.
It was a casual outfit but her ponytail, sharp facial features, and slim model-like physique made the fit look rather fashionable.
'Nope,' I thought. I did not recognize her. I thought perhaps since we hung out in the past as kids, I might get a familiar sense of her in person but that was not the case. 'She's gorgeous though. Her pictures online don't do her justice.'
I don't know if she meant to make it obvious but I saw her take a very brief glance at me, scanning up and down from the tip of my hair down to the sole of my shoe.
Then she made this slight tilt of her head and had a strange expression.
Our mothers introduced us to the other person and although there wasn't any awkwardness between us, we didn't say anything which kind of left them flabbergasted because their assumption when I agreed to come with them was probably that two people of the same generation had a lot in common and conversations would flow naturally.
The only thing in common that I could recognize at that moment was that she couldn't wait to take a nap on the plane.
Father offered to get us a jet but Mother declined, stating that the airplane was a part of the experience.
Obviously, we were First Class passengers.
Heading inside the plane, there were eight seats in First Class and four were being used by other people.
The other four seats were for us.
I was about to sit next to my mother when her friend zoomed past me and took a seat beside her.
"Us old ladies want to catch up on the plane if that's okay with you," she said.
"...Sure," I responded.
I didn't miss the wink my mother gave me as I turned around to sit beside Minako who rolled her eyes as if this was what she expected.
As we were about to take flight, her eyes were still on her phone when she asked me, "So are those rumors about you true?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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