Jes
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After a couple of hours . . .
My plane ticket was ready. I packed some of my outfit and took the plane and went to Japan, Tokyo. The plane landed in the airport of Japan. I already arranged a private car for me so I can go to a hotel to live in Japan for couple of weeks.
I got out of the airport as I saw the private car. I went near the private can the driver greeted me as he opened the door for me. I sat in the car as the car began to drive.
Japan is an unknown country to me. Even though Japan is closer to China, I never went to Japan. I looked at outside as I saw some Japanese wearing traditional dresses and enjoying planing.
The car drove towards a park area when the car suddenly stopped. I was confused. "What happened?" I asked the driver.
"Mr. Tennyson, seams like there is a problem with the car," the driver said.
I sighed. I got out of the car and said, "fix the car quickly."
The driver nodded as he began to fix the car.
I leaned on the side of the car as I sighed. The park was beautiful. The beautiful cherry trees were blooming cheery blossom.
I saw little kids running in the park and planing. I found myself smiling as I heard some Japanese language spoken by some little kids.
Japanese and Chinese is a different language. Even though Japanese and Chinese seams so similar, it is such a different language.
I loosened my neck tye as I felt a bit warmer. Suddenly, I felt somebody pushed past me and I fell on the ground. I turned around and saw that the person who pushed past me leaned near me and took my money bag out of my pocket and before I could react, he began to run fast.
"Hey! You thief!" I yelled as I ran behind that person.
That person ran fast. I began to ran behind the person and began to breathe heavily. I knew I had asthma which is why I was having a hard time running fast. Goodness, that is my money bag. I didn't care about the money but the money bag had my family photo when me and Ayumi were small and dad and mom were hugging us. That photo is precious to me.
I tried to ran again but tried to catch my breath. I kept yelling, "thief." But, of course, nobody responded. People kept looking at me confusingly.
I realized that I was speaking English and this is Japan. People didn't know English properly as it is not the main language in Japan.
What am Igoing to do now?
Sudenly, I heard a running footsteps. A woman with dark brown hair and with turquoise eyes was running. She ran past me and chased after that man. I was confused.
How did she understand English?
She ran past me as I began to ran, but slowly, and ran near the place when I saw the woman jumping on the man as she hit that man's head.
I saw her beating that man. I was stunned. Her skills of fighting . . . Her seriousness . . . She seamed so focus on that man that she did not realize her knee was bleeding.
She probably got hurt when when was fighting with the man.
She began to beat that man and the man fell on the ground.
"Gomenasai (I am sorry)," I heard the man said as he winced in pain.
That language was unknown to me but I guess it means I am sorry?
That woman took the money bag from that man and went near me.
I looked at her. She seamed tough. Her eyes were cold and she was wearing a simple top and jeans.
"Here," she said as she held my money bag near me.
"You speak English?" I asked her.
She looked at me. "I am not a Japanese person," she said as I took the money bag from her.
Everybody was looking at us. There was a staircase on the park and I have to say the staircase was a long stair case. She went near the stair case and was going to climb the stair case when she winced in pain.
"Ouch," she winced in pain.
I looked at her knees which was bleeding.
She againg winced in pain.
I went near her and said, "want me to help you?"
"She looked at me and said, "I don't need your help. I am strong enough." She is stubborn. I can say that. She tried once again to again climbed the stair case as she winced in pain.
"Let me help you," I said.
"I said I don't need help," she said.
I saw people staired at us and I looked at her who seamed to be in pain. I sighed as I put my arms underneath her thighs and scooped her on my arms.
Her eyes wided as I began to climb the staircase with her on my arms.
"Hey! What are you doing?" She yelled as she struggled.
"Keep quiet, woman. I am only helping you," I said.
I heard people muttering something.
"Stop it! Do you even know who climb this staircase like this?" She said as I ignored her question.
She struggled again as I held her more and I climbed all, the stairs and went on the platform of the floor and put her down on the ground.
She looked at me angrily.
"Don't give me that angry look," I said. "You helped and I helped you. We are equal."
She was still angry at me.
I sighed. "Seams like you are a hot headed woman," I said as I pinched her nose which made her eyes wided as she fumed with anger. "Don't be angry because it doesn't make you look sexy or cute. It makes you look like an ugly frog."
"WHAT?!" She yelled as she was going to hit me when I grabbed her arm and pulled her arms behind her.
"I also know martial arts, so, don't try this techniques of yours with me, woman. Plus, you are going to hit me? Is that how you say thank you to somebody who helped you?"
She looked at me and sighed. "Thank you."
I smiled as I saw a small smile on her lips.
"Austin," I said as I extended my hand to her.
She hesitated but she handshaked with me. "Jessica. Well, call me Jes."
I nodded. Jessica? Jes? Where did I heard that name. It seams families. "Nice to meet you," I said.
"Nice to meet you too," she said.
I was going to say something to her when I looked at her knees which was still bleeding. I took out my handkerchief and bend down to her knees.
"What are you . . . Austin," Before she could say anything, I tied the handkerchief on her knees. "This will stop your bleeding."
"Thanks," she said.
"Friends?" Austin asked.
"Friends," she said as she handshaked with me.
I saw my driver waving at me. "Um . . . Jes, bye."
"Bye," she said as she smiled.
I smiled at her as I climbed down the stairs case and went near my car. "Is the car fixed?"
"Yes, Mr. Tennyson. But, Mr. Tennyson, you shouldn't held that woman on your arms and climbed on the stairs case. It means something else in that in Japan," the driver said.
"What do you mean, driver?" I asked.
"Mr. Tennyson, that stair case has a legend. It has been said that if an unknown man held an unknown woman on his arms and climbed on the stair case then that means that you two are meant to be for each others."
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