27 (Again...) Fly By

Yoko’s POV:

Everything has been set for our (EngLot, FreenBecky, LingOrm, me plus the IDF glam team) trip to France for the 3 IDF CP  to take part in Paris Fashion Week.

My overly excited friends could not believe that it will be a week long rendezvous. Even though they have a  busy calendar ahead, we all are taking full advantage that we’ll be able to wander about freely without being mobbed by the fans.

Don’t get me wrong, I love our fans and will forever be grateful for the love and admiration being thrown our way. But it’s also nice to have the liberty to trek through  the city streets, the busy shops, the crowded bars and to dine in a restaurant without having to see a stolen shot of yourself being posted on social media.

I looked over on everything before meeting them at the airport, I double checked and re-checked again all the things on our itinerary.

According to P’Ize all our plain tickets as well as our passports will be handed to us at the airport just to be sure that me and the girls will not misplace them.

Calling my parents from my phone, I bid them farewell and Mama give me blessings on the safe trip ahead. “Godspeed my child, may you have a pleasant journey together with the girls and your team. You take care ok and send my warmest regards to the others.” Mama said to me. “Ok Mama take care of yourselves also both you and Papa, I'm heading out now, bye!”

Just in time the grab that I called appeared at my front gate as I make my way out of the house. We smoothly made our way to the airport. I’m so glad that we had an early scheduled flight to avoid the busy hustle of the streets.

The girls and the IDF glam team were already waiting for me at the entrance of the airport when I reached my destination.

The girls are all giggly and bubbly when they finally saw me step out of the car. P’Ize was already there to send us all off and to hand us all the needed documents for our flight. She reminded us of the rules and protocols of the company for the 100th time already, specially the sneaking out of the hotel room part. After all of the reminders P’Ize and the team went on our separate ways.

After all our excitement finally settled down, we slowly gathered our luggages and make our way through the transit lounge area of the airport. When we approached the area, a familiar looking figure was already waiting for us.

Anntonia and Michelle waived us in and informed us that the entire team will be flying with them on a private plane. Everybody went on a hyperactive mode upon hearing the good news.

Anntonia: “Good day everyone! we’ll be travelling to France together since these beautiful ladies here” P’Anne said while pointing her hand to IDF's 3 GL goddesses … “will be doing an exclusive magazine shoot to various locations in Paris.”

We clapped our hands like those little kids receiving some treats knowing that we will have our own comfort and privacy during the long flight.

P’Anne explained to us that all the purchased plane tickets will be refunded accordingly and that we won’t be going through the usual airport procedure. Which means that we will not be queuing anymore through the check-in baggage, security check, immigration and so on and so fort.

Another airport personnel came to us and escorted the group to an exclusive waiting room to assist us with whatever it is that the team needs.

It will be the first time that I’ll be traveling like a VVIP person and nothing will beat this one, having to wait comfortably for our flight.

It’s a hassle-free trip with personalized services and top -tier amenities.

P’Anne told us to make ousrselves comfortable while waiting for our departure time. One thing I’ve noticed is the absence of Miss Aashna. If I remembered it correctly, she did mention about a Paris trip with little Rafa and their  attendance at Paris Fashion Week.

I just kept the question to myself to dodge another round of teasing from them. Moments later P’Anne and Michelle came back to inform us that everything is set and we’ll be escorted to the private charter that will take us to our destination.

We collected all our carry on things and followed them. A mini shuttle bus drove us to this huge private jet. We were welcomed by one of the cabin crews and ushered us trough the inside of the plane. Everybody was in awe upon  seeing its interiors and the lavish style that it presents.

The seating and lounge area on the private jet are designed for both comfort and style. The aircraft has a very spacious seating with luxurious materials and unique design perfect for relaxing, conducting business meetings or simply enjoying the journey. From spacious bathroom with showers to onboard bedrooms, it also has fully equipped kitchen and personal butlers. Everything is dedicated for one’s comfort and satisfaction. Perfect for our more than 13-hour flight.

We all settled ourselves comfortably to prepare for the take-off. “Ladies and ladies good morning. Welcome on board flight ASI287Q. This is Captain Mahendra Rakesh Marathi speaking, our flight time today will be 13++ hours and our estimated time of arrival in Paris, France is 20:00 LT….. I want popcorn Mama…. Shhh&&₹#[∆&₹%”

“I swear to God!!!” P’Anne suddenly blurted out.

“Don’t be flaring your nose too much starfish, just sit back ok, I got this, tsk.” I think I heard Miss Aashna’s voice, no I’m sure it was her. Wait, is she the one flying the plane?

Everyone on board clapped their hands, well except for P’Anne, when they heard Miss Aashna’s voice. When I looked back to check on P’Anne, I saw Michelle giggling beside her, trying really hard to hold her laughter in.

Engfa: “Wow, my little baby is here. I can’t wait to see Rafa.”

We all fasten our seatbelts for the take off. The aircraft slowly leaves the ground and start to navigate through the aerospace, cruising smoothly through the clouds, making our way to the city of light and love.

After few minutes, Miss Aashna finally came out of the flight deck carrying little Rafa on her back in a piggy back ride style. Both of them were busy munching and chewing some food in their mouth. She was wearing her trousers, a cute Drew House tee, a blazer, a funny looking shoulder epaulet and a huge ass fancy hat. The mother and son duo greeted us enthusiastically showing both their beaming smile to us.

Miss Aashna squatted down slowly to let Rafa off of her back. He came to give all of us warm hugs and kisses on the checks.

Rafa: “I’m so glad that you’re all here mommies and Daddy Wengfa and also Mama Yoko.” the little young boy stated while making his way near my seat to position himself beside me.

All the people on board were busy doing their own thing when suddenly a pilow came flying through the passageway and hit Miss Aashna spot on her face.

Faye/ Aashna: “What the …. Anntoniaaaaa!” still with her mouth full.

Anntonia: “Tell me that you did not dimwit! And what is that you’re wearing!? You always go against the dress code! Ugh!”

Faye/ Aashna: “Tell you I did not dimwit. What, this is my pilot uniform.” She said while smiling at P’Anne’s way sheepishly. Still busy chewing.

Anntonia: “I’m seriouussss…”

Faye/ Aashna: “Rafa just sat beside me. He was just an observant during the takeoff. You can take a look at the videos…” chew chew chew …..

Anntonia: “What are you munching, can you please finish your food so you can talk to me properly!”

Faye/ Aashna: “The leftover muffins given by Yoko’s mom yesterday.” She raised the remaining muffin to me and said,

“Yoooo, it’s delicious by the way. So chewy and chocolatey.” I gulped upon hearing Miss Aashna’s compliment about the takeaway food.

Yoko: “I’ll tell Mama to bake more of those when we get home.”

Ling: “So unfair, tell Auntie we want some too.” Everybody said in unison “Yeah, we want some too, Yo!.”

“Okay, okay.” I chuckled while raising both of my hands.

Rafa: “Mama, I want mi abuela to bake me some chocolate chip cookies too.” I hugged Rafa and cuddled him into my lap. “Of course, I’m sure your grandma will be more than delighted to make some for you.”

Miss Aashna sat beside me since P’Anne won’t allow her to be anywhere near P'Anne's proximity.

According to P’Anne the space between her and Michelle is reserved for her late grandfather who is now in heaven. As a result, Miss Aashna stomped her way towards me and Rafa while pouting her lips. So cute. What! Yoko! Control yourself, not that again…

“That starfish, hmmmp… Hey son, did you bring your nerf gun with you? The one with the …”

Anntonia: “I can hear you, wifey!”

Faye: “Whatever, peanut butter.”

We had a smooth journey through the very luxurious aircraft. Mouth watering meals were served for the passengers and we were allowed to have a sip of a glass of wine or two.

Most of us, or almost everyone spent the remainder of the flight sleeping to regain our energy for the various engagements that the 3 CP girls are scheduled to take part in Paris.

Tiredness must have took over me for I noticed that I overslept almost the entire flight.

When I motioned for myself to change my position, I noticed that there was a weight leaning over my shoulder. As I turn my head to see if whose leaning in on me, I immediately noticed the familiar smell of my P’Mali. Miss Aashna had laid her head on my shoulder with her other arm draped over my waist, Rafa on the other hand was snoozed on my other side with both his arms embracing me.

Click, click , click …. When I suddenly heard the sound of the camera….

P’Anne captured the sight in front of her.

“This could come in handy in the future.” P’Anne smirked and mumbled to herself.

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A/N:

A big thank you guys. 🙏🏻💖

A big hug to all of us, Yobie’s, Fairy Babes and BabeBies, this too shall pass. 🙏🏻💖