PitBabe series2

Moving from a familiar home to becoming a racer in a foreign country, then joining a rival team after only one season of competition, was a significant turning point. And I didn't think that there would be any intersection that would make my life funnier.

 

Until I adopted a cat.

 

My first impression of that cat is not memorable. He is a suspicious cat who pretends to be a fierce dog, serving as a dog for my old sponsor, Tony. The first time we met, we didn't speak a word. He didn't even make eye contact with me. He keeps standing, his hands bowed, next to Tony's body. Just saying 'yes' and 'sir.' At that time, I didn't pay much attention to him. The only opinion about him is that he looks tame and depressed.

 

That cat's name is Kenta.

 

He didn't make eye contact with me when Tony was with me. Instead, he stared like a camera when unaware of the boss. I think he should be addicted to spying. Act as Tony's ears and eyes. He didn't seem to trust me, even though we were considered a couple at the time.

 

Anyway, I can feel that he doesn't trust anyone, even Tony, whom he worships like a father, Bang Kerd Klao. He still hides the eyes of the resistance deep, and I'm sure it's so deep that Tony himself hasn't noticed.

 

I decided that it was not destined for him. After spending a long time together, I noticed that he struggled to reciprocate kindness from others. I don't want his expression to be without emotion when he speaks. I don't like his tone of voice; it seems to utter words but lacks meaning. Every word from his mouth came from the data unit that Tony stuffed into him. He said, according to the master.

 

This is a command to speak. Think the way Tony told him to think. But at the same time, I secretly lock the little thing in the nooks of his heart. I don't know how he did that without knowing how to despise himself. Kenta's belief and honesty towards Tony two years ago made me dislike him more and more, to the point of hate. The more I know the rotten background of that house, the more I feel disgusted with him. I don't understand how he can stand there like that. 

 

The big mansion is set on a corpse and is howling with a big boss who is ready to trample and spit on him at any time. Even a glimpse can make one want to understand such a story. But in the end, I can't. I hate people who know wrong but still do it. And what I hate is more than those who know that they know that they are oppressed.

 

I didn't think I could change my mind about Kenta again. Until the day he stuck a knife in the middle of his adoptive father's chest. At that time, the voice in my head whispered You're the stupid one. And I agree. I'm the most ridiculous. I saw the shadow in his eyes. But I thought that the tame dog would never do anything. I forgot one of the most essential facts.

 

Kenta is not a dog.  He is a cat.

 

He didn't think. Just observe and wait for the right rhythm, not just the one that enables a successful attack. But it must be the moment when he will be safe when he reveals himself out of hiding, because doing a big thing would not mean anything if he could not see his results.

 

Of course, his one-time courage can't change everything. Although it changed my thoughts about him, it can't change the fact that he sacrificed others countless times to get there. Kenta himself is well aware of this. Therefore, he never asked anyone to understand and did not ask for forgiveness or anything. He chose to fight alone, move at his own pace, and employ the method he was most proficient with. But it was I who inserted myself into his isolation.

 

That day in P’Alan’s car showroom, when I first saw his face, instead of thinking he was a thief, my eyes returned to the scattered scars on his body and face, which should have been there for a while but had not been treated until he had healed. He has repeated scars on his face, neck and arms. That's the point I see. Which looks at the nature of the wound, I'm sure it's not just on the outside either.

 

At first, it was probably the scar left by other prisoners. I've seen some movies about prison life. There would have been frequent fights. Even though Kenta is good at close combat, he's not the one who goes to join the crowd with anyone. Even if he's in it, he'll act alone. Separated from most people anyway, because then it wouldn't be strange if he fell into the target of the big gangsters in prison. Then he was practised until he got a purple green mark as a souvenir, like this. But when I dared to ask, the answer was not what I thought, Kenta said.

 

His prison life is relatively peaceful (though it is by prison standards). There is no one to mess with him except the well-known ones like Winner and Night. He even thinks he wants to live his old life alone in prison if it's not for some assholes to drag him out.

 

Tony took Kenta out of prison in the way he was best at. That is, using the line. Kenta said he was not very sorry to be released. But there was no choice but to comply with Tony's orders, including accepting the punishment for betrayal from the hands (and feet) of the adoptive father.

 

Tony beat Kenta as if that was the primary purpose for him to bring his close son out of prison. After letting him rest for two full years, Kenta could do nothing but bow down to receive the judgment and punishment from the big boss. Because of the conditions that bind him tightly, like a chain that even in prison has not been seen

 

Kenta will only be able to live as an ordinary person under Tony's rule. If he starts to become stiff, resist or think of him as an opponent, and his status will be changed to that of an escaped prisoner.  Because of that, Kenta had to continue to act as Tony's deputy, even though he hated Tony like a chameleon.

 

A despicable person like Tony must have mental germs circulating in his body. Because of my size, which has kept me out of sight for the past two years, I still realise that he has lost trust and care for Kenta. Even though it's like that, instead of letting the traitor fall out of orbit or getting rid of it, he keeps it next to his ears and eyes. You must be careful whatever you do because he raises worms in the house.

 

If I were in Tony's position now, I would have managed Kenta, so I wouldn't have to worry about leaking secrets. It's also a form of revenge for the betrayal. There's no way I can do it like Tony. I hate it, but I won't let it go. Because of this, I can say it's a psychopath. 

 

However, patronising a stray cat was not what I initially intended, especially the spoiled cat that bit me until I got blood on my hand. But that day... His eyes were different, as if he had removed all his fangs and nails. The cat didn't come to cuddle on the tips of his legs; instead, he asked me to take him home. But the eyes that looked at me invited me to feel that standing there was an empty body with only a fragile outer shell. While his inside was hollow, longing for fulfilment, I had never seen Kenta like that.

 

After that, everything moved forward. Blinking a few times, Kenta's personal belongings were arranged in almost every corner of my apartment. His glass of water was placed next to mine. His toothbrush was hanging next to my toothbrush. Everything that used to have only one was copied. Another thing, as if Doraemon's magical power had played the whole room.

 

Realise again: My bookshelf is full of cookbooks of various nationalities because the cat says, "Never know what the food smells like at home." I don't know what the house smells like, but it's for you to decide that he would want to eat food made with care rather than just adding flavourings.

"Can I eat stuffed eggs today?"

 

A stray cat has been promoted to a house cat.

 

"I just did it yesterday." I frowned incomprehensibly. Kenta just returned from running errands outside (probably went to Tony again, as usual) and dropped the bag for under three seconds. Now he stands behind the sofa, supports my head and asks about the meal he just made yesterday. There is even a carrot cut into a turtle left in the fridge.

 

"So?" Kenta blinked his eyes. There was no glimmer of distraction. He didn't understand why I acted like eating the same meal for two days. It's strange, which is not very strange. I don't know, he will only eat the same meal.

 

Why is it so thick? In this way, why do I study how to make a new meal? "Can't you eat it again?"

 

"No one forbids it," I replied in a voice. "I'm just confused that you're not bored."

"No, this."

 

Since when did he look so clear? Why have I never noticed it before?

 

"Do you want to eat more?" I repeated the question with some emotion.

 

"Can I make another meal?"

"What else do you do?"

 

"Well, I don't want to eat." I narrowed my eyes and pointed at him by mistake. It's what I thought. He didn't like stuffed eggs enough to want to eat them over and over again. But I only ate the same meal because I felt I had only made a few things.

 

"No..." Kenta refused in a soft voice. I asked because I wanted to know what to do.

Come again"

 

"Many things," I replied proudly.

"Like?"

 

"Kimchi Fried Rice"

"The meal at home?"

 

"Well, I've never done it myself."

 

The Japanese man looked at me still, seemingly weighing whether to say it. I stared back at him, waiting. We stared at each other like that for several seconds. Before Kenta lowered his eyes, he sighed softly and said it smoothly.

 

"Next, let's take turns cooking."

 

"Why?" I didn't hear that offer from Kenta. After he had once said that he wanted to try some food that other people wanted to make, "Aren't I as ridiculous as a dog?"

 

"No," he gently pushed my head.

"So why?"

 

"Why?" When I washed it, nonetheless, Kenta began to look a little irritable. He looked at me for about three seconds before grabbing my wrist and raising it. 

 

"Look at the condition." I looked at my hand, which he held up. I admit that this plaster made my hands look very bad. The condition is worse than when I practised driving. Because at least the racers always wear gloves. However, amateur chefs often cannot wear gloves. If you can't take it with your bare hands, the knife or the light, the condition is not very beautiful. But I guarantee that this is the wound of a real warrior.

 

"'With a knife and fire, there are some wounds, what's strange about it?" I asked.

 

"It's not strange if there are some. But this one doesn't have to be plastered." Kenta shook my hand like a paintbrush. His face didn't look very emotional, even though these wounds were on my hand, not on his head. "Let's take turns doing it. At least give the wound time. It's healed. It's not always a fuss getting a new wound."

 

"You're talking like I want it, right? This wound."

"I knew I didn't want it, so I told you to take turns."

 

"So, when are you going to do it? Does your father call you all the time?"

 

"I'll find a way to get it myself." The Japanese man continued to confirm the original proposal. I didn't think that getting a cooking-related wound would make him so irritable. Looks like he's going to be someone who can't stand to see wet people.

 

"He doesn't call me that often. What are you doing lately? Shut up. So"

 

"What do you think he will do?" I can't help but pry when it comes to Tony. It's unhelpful when every movement of that old dog is related to the deaths of many people. "Is it about The One?"

 

"Probably yes," Kenta replied, "The researchers seem to have obtained some information. It's essential. Otherwise, it wouldn't have closed me like this."

 

"You have to investigate it. Don't let him do anything we don't know anymore."

"I know, I'm trying."

 

"Warn Babe."

 

Kenta was silent, even though his face looked flat. But his eyes trembled. He must have been shocked. When I mentioned Babe, after pretending not to know, I did not point out that they had been acting secretly for a long time.

 

"Do you know?" Kenta asked. He can still control his facial expression, which is a Good quality.

 

"I don't know."

"Don't lie"

 

"I don't know," I confirmed before my name. "I don't know what you and Babe are doing.

 

I know there must be something, because you two aren't smooth. "The Japanese man took a big breath. I don't know because he is relieved or relieved. I don't want to show that I know something when I don't. But because we are together every day, I can't help but warn. If something bad happens, I don't want to blame myself for not doing everything I can. Regret for what I can't fix is the kind I hate most.

 

"I don't want to hide you..."

 

"I know," I replied, because I didn't like Kenta's guilty expression, especially with this matter, since he didn't do anything wrong. He should have apologised for being wrong countless times when he was with Tony. I don't want him to feel the same way when he is with me. "Some things that people know a lot about are riskier for me. I understand."

 

I said, relaxed. I don't want Kenta to feel that discussing these things with me is a big deal, even though it is.

 

"But I just want you to get used to it... Now you are not alone. "I want to say this to him for a long time. I have always hesitated to I should tell you. What should he do? How should I say he doesn't feel I'm destroying his peaceful land? How can I be a part of the lonely world without causing him to be afraid? He doesn't like isolation. He's just too used to it. He doesn't dislike people. Always believe that people hate him. He wasn't born to be mean. The world is meant to him more than anything else. He doesn't want to carry the whole world on his shoulders alone. Just asking for

 

Helping is something that no one has ever taught him.

 

"If you don't want to tell me, don't tell me. I'm not here to sit with you anyway. But if you want to say to me, don't hesitate, don't think I'll be annoyed or embarrassed. 

 

"It may take a long time before a stray cat gets used to being a domestic cat. Now, he knows when he will eat and who will serve him rice. After this, we have to practice together. Practice until the heart connects to the heart. Let the trust between us form until it's strong. And when that day comes, I'm not just the one who pours the rice and adds water, but his first safest 'house'.

 

"You may not be used to it, but their friends are doing this."

"Friend..."

 

Kenta repeated my words. He is now like a toddler.

I heard the word friend for the first time.

 

"Yes, my friend," I smiled, firmly confirming my words. "It's okay if you don't understand now. But I'll keep teaching you how to be friends, what to do." Kenta looked at my face as if he had just met Meducha. He seemed to understand but didn't understand, which is not strange for a child who grew up with orders rather than love, like him, in the cruel real world. He is a boy whose age is stagnant. Only the body grows, and the brain is forced to be used in a skipping step. His mind is frozen. The perception is limited. Therefore, he never had a chance to discover the many talents his heart possesses.

 

"Know what a friend is." He said confidently.

 

"It's good. When you study the practical part, you won't be confused." And I replied with a smile.

 

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"Hmm..."

 

This is the strangest breakup I've ever seen.

 

"Huh, what are you doing?"

 

Of course, breaking up with Charlie is like breaking up with a boyfriend for the first time. My only one, but even so, it's still strange.

 

"Kiss the little belly, Adi," he replied with a flat expression as if it was normal for him to spend time while waiting for the results of the last experiment, rolling around on the small backbed in the researcher's bedroom (which used to be Charlie's bedroom before), as well as hiding his face down on his ex-boyfriend belly with a gesture that was as if he was happy, like hiding the belly of a little kitten. Charlie didn't even sit down to consult with the team on the million-eight problems like he used to. It doesn't look like him at all. But it's not something I have to complain about because this is even more wonderful than Charlie chose me instead of those bad-mouthed nerds.

 

"What's the belly? Slap your mouth." I crumpled the group of soft hair; his hands were a punishment that would defame the abdomen that I diligently took good care of. "This is not called a belly."

 

"Why can't you call the belly so cute?"

"Is it cute?"

 

"Yes", Charlie confirmed with a clear face. He seemed to mean what he said. There is no sign of joking, which makes me want to reconsider my opinion about my belly. If he says it's cute, then... That's it.

 

"How much time is left?" I asked Charlie, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, just for a glance before tilting my cheek to face the belly and answering in a smooth voice.

 

"Seven fields at"

 

"It should be in time."

 

"What's the time?" Charlie looked up and asked. I knew he was deliberately pretending to be a book. I'm not sure what I mean. It's like he's not the one who knows me best in the world.

 

"In time.... Like this!" I squeezed a cute voice before reaching out to P’Jujom in the mysterious area in Charlie's pants. That guy quickly ejected away. Trying to pull my hand to hold it so that I wouldn't attack his strategic point successfully. On the surface, now the two of us seem to be in a wrestling battle in the smallest arena in the world. However, the two boxers didn't threaten or bite until their faces were black and blushing. We both chuckled with pleasure that the other party is determined to win, refusing to give in to each other easily.

 

"Stop, stop." Charlie used both legs to tie me tightly. Along with the hands that were gathered, no different from the criminal in the policeman's arms. This kind of comparison should make me feel guilty and fear the law. But when I thought that the policeman was Charlie, I felt like I wanted to be the culprit. In the parallel world where Charlie was a police officer, I would be the criminal who did the wrong thing, little by little, every day, and would be the most-often arrested person in history.

 

"Do you know that the more you are offended, the more you waste your time?" I said, panting, before glancing at the Clock on the wall again. "Five minutes left."

 

"It hasn't been for seven minutes."

"You can, if you intend."

 

"The more I intend, the more I can't."

"What is this... It's cheap."

 

"Don't be too arrogant," Charlie said. The caress slowly loosened enough to breathe. But it didn't work out. He grabbed me to sit on top of him. Both hands on his hips, familiarly. He made a face as if he were a winner, even though I was the weak one first. "I told you, I can't do it here."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because it will be like the last time when P’Alan opened it and saw Babe sitting on top of me....This is the pose."

 

I can understand the randomness of the risk Charlie discussed. But seriously, where is it our fault? The person who should be most controlled is the person who suddenly opens the door and rushes in. With the person who pretends that Charlie is sick, isn't the person who was kicked off the bed, like me, clearly an innocent victim? So, who is ultimately responsible?

 

"Lock the door this time"

"Actually, there will be people coming in or not. This is a workplace, not a house."

 

"Ouch! It's like I used to do it at home. Now there's only Mars left that I haven't tried yet."

 

"Babe"

"Three fields ago!"

 

Charlie chuckled before holding me down to hug. I wanted to be a little bit to get back at him for offending me. But when I got a warm touch, I forgot the desire to overcome.

 

In the past, I used to think that I had already lost the way to Charlie. But getting close again is like unlocking a new level for me—just a smile or tone of voice, Gentle enough for me to weaken easily. I don't know if it's because Charlie has been practising charm management or because my immunity is getting weaker every day.

 

"So cute, I'm going to die."

 

"That level," I said. Although I really like those cute words, I can't help but feel that Charlie acts as if the coldness he has shown me in the past doesn't exist. "Let's die."

 

"Are you serious?"

 

Charlie's serious expression irritates me. Even though he's so smart, the brain can't process it at all? It was a joke just now.

 

"If I say it's true, will you do it?"

"Yes... Ouch!"

 

I didn't have time to end the sound. The dog-faced boy was hit once. I still can't believe that Charlie doesn't understand what my extreme fear is, even now. Or really, he knows but pretends not to care.

 

"When are you going to stop this kind of habit?"

"What is the habit?"

 

"I like to talk about death. It's a joke. Will you die easily? People, not coriander."

"Well, it's natural. Who doesn't have to die? Will Babe  stay in the sky?"

 

"I know that one day I have to die, but you like to act like you're not afraid of death."

 

"I'm really not afraid..."

"And you're not afraid of Phu's regret?"

 

Suddenly, I don't know how we ended up discussing this topic. The dialogue is smooth without direction.

 

Until the first story and the latest story seem unrelated at all. This may be one reason we have so much to discuss. Sometimes it's like listening to each other. Some places argue until their necks are sore. At first, I didn't like this activity very much because I dislike the feeling of arguing and losing. And Charlie, who likes to win until I feel like I'm on the debate stage. But after participating in the program for many moves, I found that arguing is one of the few activities that most clearly allows us to see the other person's identity.

 

"If Babe believes that death is a natural thing. When it's time to lose it, it will be easier for Babe to make it." Charlie used the same tone every time he wanted to explain something to me. The tone was soft and calm. He slowly moved and sat up. My hair flowed from his stomach down to his lap. Then flowed a little more until the butt touched the bed. Now the two of us are sitting facing each other. At the same time, my legs were on Charlie's thighs.

 

"It's already sad, but if you really understand, Babe will recover quickly."

"Are you going to train me to get used to death?"

 

"Isn't it good?" Charlie gently spreads the strands in front of me. The warmth from his fingertips gently drags on my forehead. At this second, I almost can't imagine that if I have to lose this warmth again, how can I continue to live?

 

"I want Babe to be strong, even when I'm away."

"What... Ordered?"

 

"Not that much," Charlie said, laughing, "I just want to understand, but if Babe will be ok. 

 

It's okay to be a bad order."

"I believe that I'm really ready to die all the time."

 

"Babe should be prepared, too."

 

"No," I immediately replied. In fact, I could understand what Charlie wanted to say. However, I couldn't believe it as much as he wanted me to. "It's time to die, just die. The dead are not painful anymore. The people who are alone are pitiful."

 

"That's it. That's why I said you should get used to death."

 

"And if I'm the one who dies first, can you do it?" I shouldn't be happy to see the trembling in Charlie's eyes. I should be worried and sympathise with him. Should comfort to relieve anxiety in the truth that it hasn't come yet, but because I'm not a good person. I'm selfish and narrow-minded. My heart is so warm. When I see how scared the person in front of me is, I just think that I have to lose my hair. I feel like he's loudly saying he loves me. Even though now there is only silence. Only the barrier between us.

 

"You can do it." It took a long time before Charlie could reply. He used a soft tone.

 

But please communicate with me like this every time you want to convince me.

 

"It may not be within a day or two, a month or two months, but one day I must be able to do it."

 

"How long?"

"Yes?"

 

"Then you will forget me"

"I will never forget Babe."

 

It was me who was shaking. Although our behaviour now is like a couple who have reconciled again. But the status remains vague. I don't know what will be between us next. In fact, I don't even dare to ask because I'm afraid that his answer will be different from my answer.

 

I'm afraid our fragile relationship will be broken again when I ask for clarity. But Charlie stared at me and said that, I admit that it ignited naughty thoughts in my head.

 

"Even if we won't be together after this, we don't see each other every day or even every night. The day Babe hates me, I won't forget Babe."

 

He was giving me clarity in the midst of a hazy cloud, making me expect what I shouldn't have hoped for.

 

"I want you to know that for me, you are not just my first love or boyfriend. The first person"

 

I also want him to know that I'm not interested in first love or first boyfriend.

A little bit, he's bigger than that.

 

In my narrow and angry world, he is the only big tree that is rooted in the whole land. He is the beginning and end, night and day, dreams and truth, love and hatred, the power to create and destroy loneliness and ties. All of this belongs to him.

 

The truth is that my world is still mine, but he is the only one who makes the world.

 

The entire leaf continues to rotate, even though my strength has declined over time. Even the colour of the sky comes from the eyes he used to look at me.

 

"Even if I'm not a boyfriend, Babe still has his own space in my life, like the original, the one that has existed since the first day, and will be there forever."

 

"What if you're a boyfriend?"

 

If not because of all his words that convey more meaning than the word 'love' to me. I wouldn't dare to ask that question.

 

"Does Babe still want to be my boyfriend?" Charlie asked back. Although the corners of his mouth raised a smile, his eyes were mocking. And that's not for me. "Even though I've been so bad with Babe?" 

 

He is mocking himself.

 

"I know that even if I'm not a boyfriend, I'm still the most important thing in your life, but what's the reason? Not going back to being a boyfriend?"

 

I threw away my dignity again and again, stripping all the beauty, awe-inspiring and respectableness, naked in front of him without being shy because I wanted to be honest with my own feelings. I want to say I need it when I need it, when I should request it. I don't want to lose the opportunity just because I try to embrace dignity too tightly.

 

I didn't beg him to love me. But because I already know that he loves me, I try to find a way to repay His love in my own way.

 

"Because I don't know how to look at Babe's face so as not to feel guilty." Charlie raised his palm to his cheek. He touched me gently as if he was afraid that I would be sublimated. It's completely different from when we made love passionately.

 

"I said do everything for Babe, but I don't have the wisdom to do it the way that Babe won't have to. It hurts too. If we were dating, I would be a bad boyfriend."

 

"I don't care at all. For me, you are the best."

"It's impossible. How can I be the best?"

 

"Well, I said it's good. It must be good. Are you going to think for me again?" Charlie is quite sensitive to the word 'thinking on behalf'. That's one of the bad habits you're well aware of. He always says that he believes in equality and freedom. But when it's my business, those concepts are immediately forgotten. He will be obsessed with his own thoughts. Find a solution he thinks is best and manage it independently behind my back, because he believes protecting it is more important than my opinion.

 

I don't like this of his. Charlie didn't like it either. I can recognise that he has always wanted to fix it, but for some reason, he still can't.

 

"Can I take it like this?" Charlie said after reviewing himself for a moment. My question has changed something in his mind, to some extent.

 

"We don't talk about the status now. What does Babe want to do? What do you want us to be? You can do whatever you want. The only thing is for me to finish my work." The more we discuss this matter, the more we try to compromise and negotiate. The more I'm gradually coming to understand Charlie. At first, I was frustrated and angry with his anger. I hate that he chose someone else over me. However, I no longer experience those feelings. In my heart, there is only sadness. I try to penetrate his mind. Understand the busyness that he secretly hides. I want to understand what motivated Charlie to make such a sacrifice. Is his ideology really bigger than mine? Now his answer is starting to blur, inviting hesitation.

 

"If the day when everything is over, Babe still thinks I'm suitable to be Babe's boyfriend. Until then, I will ask Babe to be my new  boyfriend."

 

I'm unsure how fair this offer is. The only thing I'm sure of is that I'm not afraid of waiting anymore. Because this waiting has a destination that is too certain to sit and fear, whether it's now or when, my answer will never change.

 

"Is this okay, Babe?"

"Okay," I answered immediately.

 

"Do you want to think about it first?" Charlie laughed, "Don't be in a hurry to answer now."

 

"Answer now," I confirmed. "Follow that, the way you said."

"Are you sure?"

 

"Sure"

"If you want to kiss the first lip"

 

There is no reason to wait. I moved in and pressed a kiss on Charlie's lips quickly. One of the planning boys smiled. He pretended to tell me to think again. Asked again as if he wanted to change his mind. But honestly, I'm happier than anything else. I still choose to wait for him even though there is no guarantee that his work will be completed. If I help you again, we may reconnect faster.

 

"Can you do it again?" Charlie.  "Just now it was too fast" Just as he came out of his mouth, I immediately rushed in and kissed him again. This time, it was left untouched for longer. Move the lip lobe a little bit. He will not be able to say that it was too fast before leaving, the most gentle and longing.

 

"Charlie", a cunning young man with a small smile and a big smile, before rushing in to mobilise my cheeks. It's like I've been suppressing for a long time. "The most pleasant milk.

 

"Do you like it?" I grabbed Charlie's face before he ate my cheek. Even so, "Do you like this as you like this?"

 

"Like"

"Like?"

 

"I like it." I smiled with satisfaction when I got the right answer. I liked it most when Charlie spoke harshly to me. However, rudeness is an acceptable exception in some cases.

 

"Intend  a lot." Charlie is now so cute, as cute as the first time we met, just like when our love was still sweet. We always sleep and talk until we forget the time. And I don't think that on the day we broke up, the time in our world will still run at the same speed as before.

 

"Yes," I replied, "Really, it can be called pleasing."

"That much?"

 

"I heard that there is one thing that you really want to do but can't do." Charlie raised his eyebrows. His face looked confused. He probably didn't understand what I was talking about, but it's not necessary to answer from now on. The real fun is his facial expression when he saw a gift from me.

 

"If we come back to have a good conversation, I will please you tonight."

 

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My heart hasn't really been beating this fast for a long time. It's a faster rhythm and pace than usual. But it's completely different from the excitement of being close to Babe. It's another form of excitement that nothing can replace. I just realised it when I had to let it go.

 

The sound of the engine roaring is no different from the symphony for me. Its sound can tell how well the car's engine has been customised. Some cars are heavy and fierce, some are sharp, and some are so irregular that it is worrying. But this is the car's charm. And the sound of the car in Street Racing is more exciting than in the racetrack at The Hollow.

 

In addition to the sound of the car's engine, the sound of people is equally loud. The song of Bad Bunny, a Puerto Rican rapper, is loud. I can't remember the name of the song because it's in Spanish. However, there is a part of the song that is not a hook, but I still remember it. It's a part that includes the name of a woman. Gabriella, Patricia, Nicole, Sophia, Maria, Thalia. Those names remind me of beautiful women in tight dresses, wearing little clothes, walking around the starting point. Some have owners. Some people expect to meet the owner tonight. There are quite a few young men with a look on their faces. Tonight is more than usual. There are many people I am not familiar with, which is not strange because I haven't been here for a long time. New racers have emerged. 

 

"Damn, celebrities are invading tonight."

 

The person who came up when he saw that Babe and I walked into the gambling circle was Ricky. He was the one who set the hitter in every street racing. Ricky is a young Dominican half-breed. He is not very tall, but has a Lamson shape. Dark skin like a Latino boy. His accent is a little bit. It's like he's talking Spanish all the time. But I can hear every word. Except when he speaks real Spanish with a friend and another person who can be his conversation partner.

 

"Is the first round full?" Babe held hands and gave Ricky an intimate greeting. They talked in Spanish, which I could hear a little. Because I had often heard Babe speak, I recognised it.

 

"Not yet, but there is only one place left," Ricky replied while raising a large amount of money to blow V instead of saying that tonight's bets are hotter than usual. Perhaps because the top racers accidentally arrived at the same time without an appointment.

 

"Can't you two?"

 

"Sorry, I can't do it tonight, Amigo." Ricky smiled, showing his golden teeth. He called me.

 

That 'Amigo’ means friend, like in the past. Your hands wave back and forth every time you open your mouth to speak.

 

"The Racers Are Really Tight. If You Want To Go Second, You Have To Separate The Race."

 

"I want to compete with a boyfriend"

 

"No Can Do", a Latino man wags his left and right fingers. Speaking in English with a bad attitude, he is one of the few people who are nervous and doesn't get scolded by Babe. Because he has already done this to everyone, it doesn't seem as annoying to him as it does to others. "The only place is the only place in the first round. Let Nobio go down. You go to the background. Compete with the older generation."

 

Ricky likes to call me Nobio. When talking to Babe, he said it means "boyfriend," which I hadn't considered fixing him for. Even though Babe and I are not in a position to call me Nobio anymore. As for Babe calling me a boyfriend, I'll keep talking to him again when I get home.

 

"Then I'd better go down first," Babe turned to me and said to me. "You're back to compete in months. You want to play with older people, don't you?"

 

"Sum... Yes," I replied while looking around. Tonight, I saw many scary-level stadiums. Some of them have competed. However, some people haven't had the opportunity yet. Looks like they're all going to play the same race. Just thinking about it makes me crazy.

 

"But does Babe want to go down?"

"I'm so" Babe shrugged his shoulders. "I've competed with everyone. By the way, tonight is your night. Don't pay attention to me."

 

"Then that's fine," I replied. In my heart, I was still dancing without a break. Alone, I just came back to the field again, and I was so happy that my flesh was dancing. This will also be an opportunity to compete against good racers again. It's really right to follow Babe tonight.

 

"Hey, I'm sorry for the whip, but I overheard it." Ricky appeared to interject between Babe and me. His eyes flashed, as if he were having fun or drunk again, as usual.

 

"I understand that Charlie will compete with the top. I think it will be there, but I don't believe it. For once, let Charlie enter the first round."

 

"Why are you so thick?" Babe frowned. He became annoyed that Ricky was in a mess. Get into the subject.

 

"Hey, calm down, Bonita."

 

I don't know if calling Babe beautiful right now will make him feel better. In fact, no matter who calls you Babe, you don't like it. (Unless it's me)

 

"I just recommend it because I think in the first round, there should be someone that Gwapo wants to compete with more." Apart from calling me the most handsome, I don't understand anything else he said.

 

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Well, that guy, Blanco..."

 

Blanco means white. Here, I think Ricky probably means white people or foreigners, which he didn't have time to expand on to the end of the sentence. A voice came up from behind.

 

"Oh! Brother Babe!"

 

There is no need to look back at all. Just hear the sound, I immediately recognise it. Who is he?

 

"Bring Charlie with you... Ex-boyfriendship?" The Blanco that Ricky talked about. It's Willy.