Adrian
This morning I took Fany to campus as usual.
Fany pondered with an empty lament. He didn't even blink. I know what causes it, but I'm afraid to interfere. He didn't like discussing family matters the most, not even Alfred.
I cleared my throat, then spoke breaking the silence. "Maybe later I'll come late to pick you up. Or better today you go home with your friends."
"Why?"
"I want to sign an employment contract," I replied, parking the car on the side of the road in front of the campus building.
Fany's eyes rolled perfectly. "Are you planning on having a drink during the day? Where? With whom? Come on, I'll go in first."
"Fan, if you wait it can be long. You go home alone if you can't wait, huh!"
I hope he hears because I'm serious, going out with Carl today.
Fanny didn't look up. It seems he doesn't believe that I want to change. Maybe he just believed if one day I really changed. What can we do about it. All because he saw me sleeping with the vet the other day.
I drove to pick up Carl in front of the art faculty building, he sat where Fany sat earlier. With him. Today I skipped college in order to fulfill an appointment with him to visit the workplace he intended.
Carl asked, “Where were you yesterday? I saw a girl drag you to church.”
Damn, he saw it. "My mom."
"Your mother?"
"Yes, my mother. Why?"
Carl's shoulders heave up and down, either because my lying skills are too good, or he really trusts people easily. Now he turned the subject of the chat into a workplace. He became a good salesman, telling the good and the advantages of the place I would work without telling the bad things.
I just nodded. My mind prefers to think about other things, like what happened yesterday. Poor Fany, I don't know what happened in the devil's cage, but after getting out of there Fany cried. Until now he had forgotten how to smile.
I hated that old demon myself, for calling my mother a whore. Even though it's been a long time, the wound in the heart doesn't go away. The wound only got bigger every time I saw or heard the old fart.
We arrived in the Santee Alley district, a busy shopping and tourist area. Many shops stand, the shoulder of the road is crowded with parked cars. I slowed the car down, afraid I'd miss it.
"Where's your shop?" I asked.
The more we enter the Santee Alley area, the more pedestrians wee seen, they even fill the car road. Shops lined the left and right of the street selling various types of clothes and knick-knacks. Besides that many paintings are sold around here, paintings of street artists. The melodious sound of cool buskers playing guitar and piano on the sidewalk caught my attention. I love being here, art lovers paradise.
Carl pointed to a sizable shop next to the flower shop.
"Well, that's my uncle's shop. Stop right here, free parking."
He told me to park on the shoulder of the road, in front of the flower shop.
We entered the shop in question. Two tattoo chairs lined the center of the room. Near the door are several comfortable sofas. The walls are decorated with frames containing examples of tattoos. I love the smell of tattoo ink hitting my nose and this place is for me.
"Carl, your friend?" asked a fat black man, bald, in a white shirt. Just like Carl he likes to smile white teeth. "Introducing, my name is Johannes Johnson."
Adrian I shook his big stout hand, while introducing myself very politely. "Adrian Bened." I watched him. Branded clothes, luxury cars in front of the shop must have it. He also wore expensive black leather shoes. A gold necklace adorned his stocky neck. One that caught my attention, the tattoo that sticks out on the arm. It seems that besides being a businessman, he also likes to tattoo himself. Means he understands the art of tattoos. His voice was loud, but still friendly, with the accent of a respectable black man. “How is this shop? You like my tattoo?" I nodded as I looked around. I admit this place is heaven. "Yes, it's really good. The walls are painted light green, not too light or dark. The black marble floor, doesn't look too dirty even though it's rarely cleaned later, and the waiting room which is attached to the tattoo room, allows visitors to see firsthand how the tattoo artist works, it can be an
Fany After boring lectures, my friends and I gathered in the canteen to kill time. Several long tables stretch across the center of the room, while in each corner there is a buffet serving food. Of course we have to pay, and I like apple pie and yogurt and orange juice the best. This is a healthy food that does not make you fat. We sat commenting on the hot and handsome boys on campus, then ventured into the Korean pop culture chatter, before anyone grappled with something that made me hot. "Fany, this young man Adrian this morning, right?" asked a girl with glasses, while eating spaghetti. I nodded. "What's the matter with Adrian?" From the look on their unsmiling faces, it's definitely not something good. I keep my face as bright as possible so that they fail to read what's in my heart, which is like a choppy sea, curious. "You know Samantha?" asked Casandra, a classmate, a slim girl of America
Fany Melisa and her parents were standing in front of Alfred's apartment door. They seemed to know that Alfred was often in the apartment during his lunch break, just to rest. Not long waiting, Alfred opened the door. A man in a black suit, and a woman in an elegant fiery red suit, entered with Melisa. The old woman took her son's hand, who was busy fixing a strapless and sleeveless casual dress, into Alfred's apartment. "Come on young girl, let Dad solve your problem, don't act," said the woman. Oh my God, are they going to discuss the issue of engagement? My heart was hit by a big earthquake. What if Alfred was fired? I approached the door that was not closed tightly, hiding behind the wall, peeking a little so I could see what was happening and also hear the sound of their chatter which was fairly loud. "Your brother was so kind to take Melisa that night," said the old man, sitting on the armchair. "M
Adrian “This tattoo is good, but, something is missing.” Instantly Mr. John's words made me like a withered princess leaf touched by a human hand. He continued speaking in a heavy tone. "Your work is spectacular, but a good tattoo requires perfect thickness. You know the type of three-dimensional tattoo? The further away, the thinner the thickness of the paint applied and when you get closer, the thicker the paint. While the tattoo you made This is just a perfect two-dimensional tattoo ." I answered in order to protect my work. "But you didn't ask for a three-dimensional tattoo, did you?" He chuckled, answering emotionlessly. "Son, did you see my body?" Big and muscular plus layered with fat. I nodded. "Nice body." "Not that, but look at the tattoos all over my body. See? These are three-dimensional tattoos. I've never had two-dimensional tattoos. What do you think?" The tattoos on his bo
Adrian Her hair was wavy black, her body curves defiantly, with chest and waist aligned. Her black skin color makes her beautiful face become exotic and voluptuous. "What's wrong Aunt Elisa?" asked Carl, his voice making me stop looking at the nymph. Wait a minute. "Aunt?" I asked in response to Carl's words. He nodded. "Yes, that woman is my Aunt. Why?" "It's fine, but she's still so young, how can she be your Aunt?" investigate me. Carl chuckled annoyed, he turned to Elisa. "What's wrong ma'am?" Elisa has a soft, mature, motherly voice. Oh shit, why am I smiling to myself? He spoke, "The car in front of the flower shop was bothering the shoppers and now it's interfering with the delivery car. It's your friend's, isn't it? Could you please move it?" Damn it, Carl said it was free parking. Know this I park elsewhere. Poor girl. "Sorry Miss." I got up and rushed off with Elisa to t
Fany I ran away from Melisa's family. Maybe my life is just a dream. I was a kid and fell asleep in Aunt Nicole's bed. Yes, I hope all of that happens. But why fail? What happened Lord? Alfred managed to pull me in, gently caressing my cheek with his big thumb. "Wet? Have you been crying? Tell me why are you crying?" I shook my head as fast as I could while rubbing my cheek. "Th-it's not tears, it's just that it was drained in the toilet. It's hot in here, so I'm looking for cold water to wash my face." "Don't lie. How long do you think I've known you?" said Alfred. There was deep worry on Alfred's face. Does he know all this is confusing me? He used to talk like that, now I act like I'm a very precious stone of fortune. "Now tell me honestly, what's wrong?" Alfred looked towards the exit of the apartment. "Where's Adrian? Why can't he be seen?" "Adrian is busy, so I came here with a frie
Fany Alfred managed to catch me on the sidewalk in front of the apartment. "Say, what's wrong?" I shook my head, why is he so stupid? He should know my heart! "Fany, why are you acting like this?" Alfred asked, gripping my arms like an eagle gripping prey. "Alfred," Melissa's voice. He left the apartment with his family, but only his Mom and Dad got into the car. He was waiting for Alfred. "Your fiancé is waiting. There, go--" "Oh, so it's because of Melissa?" Alfred let out a long snort, loosened his grip and chuckled. He waved at Melisa then focused on me. "You're jealous because you saw me with Melisa, right? Fany, that night I told you everything, right? About me and Melisa's strange relationship? Did you forget?" "Yes, of course. I know ... everyone ... my friends are waiting, see ya." I crossed the street into the Café. I stopped in front of the glass door only to see how Al
Adrian "Ouch, ouch my feet!" shouted Carl lying on his back holding his right leg. A big man dressed in a black suit got out of the car. The man in black crouched down, worried to see Carl's condition. Her voice sounded real, not fake, she really regretted her actions. “Sorry, I'm sorry. Are you all right, son? I really accidentally bumped into you. I swear to God!" "Chase the thief Bro, don't think about me!" Carl ordered, though his face was grimacing, he pointed at the robber. Looks like the money robbed is very valuable for Elisa's flower shop. "I'll try, Carl. You take it easy, okay?" I pushed my way through the crowd chasing the now frantic bastard just starting to run. I'm not a good runner. Luckily the sidewalks were packed with tourists and knick-knacks, making it difficult for thieves to distance themselves from me. It was only a matter of time before I caught him. "Go away, damn it!" s