HEY YOU

Chapter Two

"You drive like a chicken." You giggle softly.

"A chicken cannot drive." I answer you smoothly.

You roll your eyes.

"I mean, can't you go any faster or are you afraid that we will leave some vehicle parts behind if you do so?" You ask with a small laugh.

The truth is i am going fast. Faster than how i always drive, but i can't tell you that. Besides, if i drive any faster my car will surely need some services the next day or worse give up in the middle of the road.

Though i do my best not to show it on my face, i am really restless. How can't i be? I am taking you to my place. My place. Somewhere no one except me has stepped into, well except for my landlord.

I was more than surprised earlier when you told me to take you to my place. The first question that hit me was don't you somewhere to stay? Stupid of me i know. Most men would jump at this opportunity and spill out seducing words so as to get in your pants - or skirt.

But i am brought up differently, you see. I have been warned that sex before marriage is a sin. I am taught there is more to this life than sex.

That is why even if my heart and whole body are acting all weird and needy, my mind is screaming danger. That i should be meticulous around you.

"We are here." I say shortly as i slam the brakes and the engine kills itself even before i do. That is how my car is tired of life.

You get out of the car and i follow your actions from my side. I see you looking around my neighborhood and i can't help it but follow your eyes.

My neighborhood is not the safest or cleanest but it is cheap when it comes down to rent, so i can't really complain about the smelly corridors, the lack of streetlights or even the presence of thin cats and dogs that were running here and there while making awful growling sounds, probably fighting for survival.

"I have never been in this side of the town." You say with a smile but a slight hesitation in your voice and the small fear in your eyes betray you.

"There is a first time for everything." I answer you with an assuring smile. "Besides, it is not that bad here. As long as you mind your own business."

My short speech seems to have washed away your worry because you give me a nod. Or maybe you just don't want to talk about it anymore.

"Let's go in." I tell you as i fumble with my keys to find the right one for the door. Soon the key is in the keyhole and a satisfying metallic sound is heard and we go in.

My two rooms have always been too spacious for me. My boring life only consists of sleeping, cooking and going to work. Never have i been uncomfortable before.

But today the room seemed tiny. The sitting room which also acted as the kitchen only consisted of kitchen equipments, a small black table and two old sofas, not too old but old. The sitting room is separated from the bedroom by a big white curtain.

The second room? The second room is just a tiny bathroom that is so small that you can only stand. Even squatting is a problem, you might get stuck.

"Are you a nomad?" You ask. The frown on your face shows you are either confused or unimpressed.

"This has been my place since the day i left collage." I shrug my answer, trying to pretend that your question has not affected me.

"What do you do?" You ask again, sitting on one of the two sofas.

"I am a teacher. A kindergarten teacher." I am always not ashamed of my profession but today there is an uneasiness in my chest as I wait for your reply.