"do you want me to ride fastly or slowly?"my cristian friend,marcel asked me while he was riding his PINK motorcycle with me as his charge.
"fast is fine,but don't ride like Evan!"i answered.
He only grunted.
yep,my first experience being picked by my boy friend is quite frightening. it was the day i forgot to bring something important and i asked my friend,namely evan,to ride me home with his motorcycle. i put no helm so my veil fluttered violently,almost revealing my concealed hair. the riding to my house went fine,eventhough he rode very fast.we-Evan-just avoided police,he has no liscense after all. but the riding back to school was hell. He rode like a madman,i had to clutched my veil so that it wouldn't fly! suddenly thre was a truck that crossed our way....but evan didn't slow down!he got closer and and closer without slowing his speed down...yep,that was the time i chanted "Ya Allah,I'm gonana die,I'm gonna die,'im gonna die...!am I gonna die?"
and then he slide to the side and glared daggers to the driver of the truck!!!
"what the.....?"
when we got in school he said that it was not his usual speed,he rode like that cuz he had his friend life in his shoulder.
thankyu very much,Van!