Remember You
The Possessive's

"Yes already!" The horse's legs turned on his laptop. "You're looking for all the information on the internet." He gave me the laptop. And instead of opening a book or at least opening the site via a cell phone, he even took his guitar which he had originally leaned on the arm of the sofa.

"Then, you?"

His fingers pointed at themselves while interrupting. "Me?"

"Who else?"

"I'm going to play guitar" he replied casually.

"HEY!!"

Jery Kontan closed his ear hole. "Quiet as well as teamwork"

"If the teamwork is done together damn it!" the curse is getting made up of blood.

The damned even shook their head in disagreement. "That's not the concept, Al. You're the one looking for all the information, I'll type. TEAMWORK is one KERja, the other Tnggal Typing. Up here you understand?"

Because I got on the blackboard, I threw the couch cushion at him. Head shots! right about his head until he staggered back. Fuck you!

Besides aunt Linda also said that doing anything hit her head, of course according to orders.

"Yes-yes! just relax" spray it with a frown.

"So we're for duty-"

"Oh my God, please give ease to the droplets of an evil creature named Alena in order to complete the task quickly. Open his narrow brain and the size of a mustard seed so that it can be used for thinking. Amiin."

"HEY JERYCO!"

All of a sudden, Melvin's uncle gave me a super creepy robot, apparently there is still Jery who was too kinky.

"What's? especially?" Jery voiced out the phrase solotizing.

"I feel like I'm going to want to get your hair back, Jery. This time I won't let your hair stay on your head." I threatened. The man hesitated and covered his possessive head. Probably still traumatized.

"You should thank me for praying for you!"

Pounding lazily, I also chose to open the internet page. Fighting arguments with the legs of this horse will be endless. Even until he was a peot and an old man would still be many reasons.

"I helped you earlier. Helps prayer. You also know that the most powerful help comes from God?" He came back with his guitar.

His facial ringing is sharp, "Speak once more, cut out your tongue!"

Yes, at least after hearing my threat for the umpteenth time, Jery was finally able to keep quiet. An hour and a half went fine, I was looking for all sources of information to support the topic meter, and Jery was strumming his guitar while humming lightly. I don't know what song he's playing, but it sounds pretty calming. Well, this time I assume he helped because he did not riot and make things unsettling again.

In addition, I also know that the media is really excited about Dad's return to Korea. They are competing to make speculation to raise the prestige of the news in order to get the benefits behind it, not even a little unreasonable. Clickbait´s. However, I still feel relieved. Because of all the information and the amount of news that I gathered, none of them managed to reveal my identity. It's still a secret.

"Have you?" Tanya Jery while leaning on her guitar that was satisfied to play. I'm unemployed as a transfer.

"Awhile, I picked up the phone from the doctor first" he then walked a little away. Meanwhile, I turned to clean up the light mess we both made. Throw away some snacks and drink cans. Before he finally returned to the living room.

"What pain do you have, Jery?" ask me while copying files containing these sets of information. Anticipate if at any time lost or accidentally deleted.

"Not me, but my sister. The doctor said my sister's intestinal surgery went well" he said.

I didn't think he had a sister. Her sister had just had surgery, but as I recall, Aunt Linda went out for a visit. And Jery is now leisurely sitting on the sofa. Uh! maybe his sister is waiting for his father in the hospital.

"Male or female?"

Jery turned to her, "Woman, that's so pretty"

"Where's the beauty with Rachel?" The question just came out of my mouth.

He laughed, before finally saying. "Of course my sister's pretty. Real pretty. Don't you see how handsome his brother is?"

"She's the prettiest woman I've ever met. Her smooth skin was as soft as silk and as white as snow. Perfect proposal. His voice was lurking and made anyone stunned. I also had time to guess if-"

"Stop! already, I know where you're going. So, instead of my holy brain being polluted, I'd better just go home" I said as I picked up my bag.

"Want me to drive home? Jery offered, then took the key of his Ninja motorbike which had been stored in the pocket of his jogging pants. I nodded in response to him. "I'll just take a taxi"

"You're sudsh's message?" He asked while taking me to the front gate.

"Already" Then after it was seen the taxi car began to reduce the speed from the West, I immediately opened the contents of the bag to look for Debit cards. Now everything is electronic.

"Why?"

"Jery, can you borrow your debit card to pay for a cab? I forgot to take it and my money was lacking" I swear by whatever I was cursing myself. My self-esteem dropped one level because of this. How else would you like? the taxi driver was waiting.

"It turns out to be poor" he quipped while taking out a wallet. Then give me the debit card.

"Thanks, Jery. Tomorrow I will change ten times" I said loudly while closing the taxi door. I threw an innocent ring at him as the taxi started to run, while he was seen bluffing too badly.

A few minutes later, a message appeared on my phone. I checked immediately, and it turned out to be a message from Dad.

📥 Alena, why haven't you gone home yet? Dad's worried. Need Daddy to pick you up?

📤 It's been on the way home.

📥 With whom? up what?

📤 With driver pack. Take taxi.

📥 Can't believe. Try a photo

Well, don't forget the fact that Dad's super possessive. I secretly took a photo of the driver who was busy splitting the road from the back seat. Then I sent a picture message to Dad.

📥 Still can't believe. Try a selfie

Gosh.it feels really shitty. To comply with his wishes, I must dare to break the veins of shame to invite the selfie driver. I asked the driver to make a short video.

"Sir driver. say 'hi!"

Of course the middle-aged man felt strange. Maybe I think I'm no longer sane.

"H-hi"

I finished the video there, then sent it to Dad immediately. Let Lucas be happy.

"Sorry sir. He looks like my great-grandfather who died. I miss it, so I asked for a video of the Father's face so that this longing is cured" my lie.

Then the driver smiled happily. It seems to have comforted me. Apologize a lot, sir.

"It's here, sir" said the driver after thirty minutes of driving. I nodded in thanks, then quickly got off the taxi.

While the blue taxi was away, I saw a familiar red Ninja motorbike braking fast. He opened his full face helmet.

"Well, Jery? What's up?" I was panicking because he looked bored. Riding a motorcycle, but it looks like you just ran a marathon.

Jery still hasn't answered. "Are you following me?"

He shook his head.

"Then?"

"I.huh..huh..."

"You why? worry about me, huh? Don't go overboard like that. I'm new here, but no one dared to kidnap me. Lookie! you're having a fuss!" That bastard touched my forehead so hard.

"If anyone wants to talk, wait until it's over!" He nodded his right hand. My linked eyebrows don't understand.

"What?"

"MY DEBIT CARD!"

Ah shit!.

"Who is worried about you? don't worry" he forced his debit card. "Without this I can be humbled by Rachel"

I'm ria-oh.

"Then I want to go home" Jery said, wearing his helmet. Then turn the motor back and go back very fast. It made me end up bobbing my head with its indistinct behavior.

Along with that, the message notification was back on my phone screen. Still with the same sender-Dad.

📥 Alena is still a long time? It's very bad, Oma and Opa are on their way here.

So after reading the entire message, I immediately ran as fast as lightning towards the house.

Trust me, this is gonna be a little apocalypse for me and Dad.