My Dearest Mary
"Hey, Miss, wait!" a handsome police officer called out to me. I stopped my motorcycle and gave him a sweet smile, but his face was serious.
"Hehe, yes, sir?" I said cutely.
"Why aren't you wearing a helmet? Do you know how much the fine is? Oh, your name and age?" I scratched my head. I'm dead. I saw that he seemed to be writing something.
"Ah, eh, Mary Lie, 24." That's all I could say.
"Your family name? Wait, do you have a license?"
"Bog, sir. Yes, I do." I said shyly. Of course, who wouldn't be shy when you see a cool police officer with a good physique, and their uniform is intimidating, hello!
He seemed surprised by my last name, tsk. My brother put our licenses in the U-box so it would be easy to get them if needed. I immediately opened it and showed it to him.
"Where are you from?" he asked again.
"Just from around here, sir." After I said that, he wrote again on what looked like a receipt and immediately handed it to me when he finished.
"Oh, here, go to the municipal hall and pay at the treasurer's office. If you don't pay that within seven days, we can forward it. You can go now, Miss. Next time, wear a helmet."
He said it without pause.
I took the receipt, and my eyes widened when I saw that the fine was 500 pesos?! Idiot! Tsk, what a bad day, that animal!
I angrily got back on my motorcycle. Before I could even start, he said something that made me turn around.
"Is Jerry Bog your brother?"
I didn't answer him and sped off immediately to the municipal hall to pay. Wait, what does he care anyway? That police officer is so annoying, ruining my day!
