Remember You
The Little Attention's

"Oi, Alena!!"

Someone in the middle bench suddenly landed his butt cheek on my desk, put on a rancid face, folded both hands in front of the chest, then raised a pair of eyebrows like a market-side jailer.

Though yesterday he looks like a dying man who is waiting for death, but now with the pedal even acting stupid and annoying.

"Sounds like you've been cured?" ask me to make sure while putting the pencil box into the bag.

Yang asked kontan nodded vigorously, as if he was meeting with his lifesaver. "Thanks Miss Alena."

No matter where the wind came from, the two corners of my lips spontaneously turned high. A simple, yet successful sentence made me blush in shame.

"You're not coming home?" I tried to shift the subject, not wanting this man before me to catch me who was confused hiding a misbehavioral expression.

"home. Who would want to sleep here? Lots of ghosts" he said scaring.

After finishing checking under the table and making sure no one was left there, I then stood up and stuck my bag on my shoulder. Jery also came down from the table, stood up and matched my position.

"Wanna go to Subway? We eat together. I'll treat you," said Jery.

“Tiba-arrived?” My forehead wrinkled.

"I'm Hungry. From morning not yet mak-"

"Why haven't you eaten yet?" I threw him a sharp look. This man in front of me was instantly silent, not continuing his sentence. "Are you gonna faint again, huh?"

You fucking horse! Did he forget that he was so troublesome yesterday? No, I think he's very troubling.

"I can't cook. What do you want to eat? The whiskas? Isabella could be furious if I knew the rations I ate." Jery tried to defend himself.

"Don't you not know Jery's application of food delivery order, huh?" sindirku while smiling cynically.

"I don't like ordering food online. Nothing fits on my tongue. The price is more expensive than the price of food. The most delicious cuisine, fix. If you stop by Subway. See you here, Miss Alena?"

Nodding lazily, I replied, "OK, let's just say I believe in your reasoning. Well, are we going to Subway?"

"You want to?" Jery looks enthusiastic.

"As long as it's free, why not?"

“Come depart” as he walks ahead of me. Without lingering, I immediately followed her from behind.

"So off to school on what?" I asked as he began to switch to cleaning his helmet.

"Taxi" he answered.

I thumped skeptics when I realized that there was a bogo helmet stuck on the handlebar of the motorcycle. "You're still carrying that helmet even when you broke up with Rachel."

Jery spontaneously rotated her eyes at the object I meant. "I carry it every day."

"Why?" I'm starting to get curious.

Jery did not immediately answer, he cleaned the bogo helmet as well. It looks very uncomfortable even with very thin dust. "Because every day the back seat of my bike is always filled, never empty passengers."

Two seconds later, Jery had without warning put the helmet on my head. "As of today, Miss Alena filled it."

"Fucking horse! If you want to put a helmet on, ask permission first why? I'm not ready yet. My ears are bent forward" I protested while correcting the position of the left ear. Fear of malfunctions.

The man paid no heed to me, but put a helmet on himself. Not until there, he also seemed to want to lower the zipper jacket. Quickly I interrupted, "What do you want?"

"Your skirt is short" he pointed his chin towards my lower body. "Your father will be a spectacle of society."

"No need. I put on my own jacket" I said, taking off my jacket, then tying his arm around my waist.

"Let's go up" he said as he turned on the motor. I reckon.

"If the handle is right, you'll fly in the wind how?" Jery directs both of my hands tightly to her stomach, "like this."

"Isn't this an exaggeration, Jery?" I started to feel uncomfortable. Because now my entire front body is attached to his back.

"Excessive how?" That guy is insensitive.

"But i-ituku is stuck. Not good," I said almost whispered. "What's? Your chest? Did ya? I felt nothing on my back. You sound flat, huh?"

Goddamnit!!

My hand reflexively hit his helmet from behind until a loud knocking sound was heard. He may not feel pain, but his head that staggered forward made me satisfied. May the contents of his brain shake and soon realize that his words make me insecure. Not very flat though. Maybe the jacket is too thick or even the skin is hard like a rhino, so he can not feel it.

"Can you not talk about my chest? You even talked about it in front of your mom. I want to kill you, Jery. Choose where? Do you stack your assets twice with a saw or hit your assets with a baseball bat?" Of course I don't want to lose. If he insults mine, I'll destroy his.

"No, Miss. I still want to breed."