HOME | DD

Description
The text message that Alfred sent to you was:
"UOY EVOL I" At first you thought what kind of language was that, you never heard of it before, and it was also not an ancient language but you were in surprise when you got the hidden message. Then, your orbs moved to the hot American there and he smiled when he noticed you. You immediately put back your cellphone in your pocket before someone sees it especially the Magazine Editor whose working here today for the magazine. You thought of how you can get out in that awkward situation yet somewhere inside your body had the courage to ask him why he would sent such message though you had an idea that he was only pulling an obvious prank or... He did that to get your attention?

Later after a few minutes, the pictorial ended. The Editors were done editing the magazines, etc right right away. Arthur went home first to prepare for the concert tonight, he needed to rehearse a bit so he wouldn't crack his voice.

"__! Before I go home, let me talk to you." Arthur said, putting on his brown coat.

"Yes?"

"You're gonna come right?"
You nodded.

"Take Alfred with you." he said, pointing the eating American right there.

"... Why?"

"Lately, rape cases are on hit."

"How's that connected...?" you were too dense to get the point.

"You're a popular model, who knows what will happen if you're on streets at night? Alone?"

"I'll get a taxi then."

"Hey hey," Arthur flinched your cheek. "What if the driver is a rapist?"

"I'll bring a gun!"

"I know you don't have. Now, tell him to take you at my concert."

You didn't wanted to bring Alfred with you because sometimes being with that slight-perverted man is much worse than stalkers but safe! though you can't handle him. It was too late for you to refuse not to call Alfred to come right here beside you yet Arthur's voice shut you up.

"Now what?" Alfred said, obviously complaining.

"Take __ to my concert." Arthur ordered him like a higher-up.

"Why would I? I don't want to listen to your―"

Arthur grabbed Alfred's arm and dragged him far enough from you.

"__ wants to go."

"So what?" Alfred said.

"I'm sure you don't want to see __ frowning don't you?"

Of course, Alfred doesn't want to see you like that, it would be the end of his world yet he kept doing things that will make you upset. From your view, you could tell that Arthur was telling Jones to bring you to the concert tonight.
So stubborn. Arthur bid a goodbye to you too with a smile which looks like he had a certain "something" on mind.

"__..." Alfred called your name.

"Yes?"

"Let's go?"
To the concert, he meant.

Even working in so many freaking hours, Alfred doesn't stink of sweat unlike the other macho-models you worked with before. You both still look so fresh.
Suddenly out of blue, your phone rang. You made it sure it wasn't from the American, Alfred who was in the elevator with you. His car was parked in front of the building's entrance, but now it was gone.

"I'm sure I parked it here..." Alfred was controlling his anger not to go rampage. This means, you two will walk to get there.

"Damn... I hate walking..." Alfred said.

"Isn't that good?"

"What's so good about it? We'll only exhaust ourselves."

"Not ourselves." you said.

"Then walk by yourself."

He thought you will stop going to the concert if you don't have a person with you yet you walked, leaving him behind.

"Is that concert really important to her?" Alfred wondered as he ran to you. He knew you won't stand too long in the dark and you were afraid if there's a strange person following you at the back. It was far to get exhausted, even a kid can walk there without a bicycle. Later, you realized the beauty of the stars in the sky, shining like a supernova.

"Hey __."

"What's the matter?"

"When I was a kid, I really wanted to go outer space." he remembered that by looking up to the night sky. It was rare for him to share his past, he never told you except today.

"So you wanted to become an astronaut."

"Yeah but here I am now, a model."

"You still can become one since your major subject at college was Science right?"

"Yeah."

"Will you quit being a model?"

"Can't say that for now."

Afterwards, you asked him another question.
"Why do you still want to go there?"

"Because there's a girl I love and I wanted to show her a photo of a Nebula."

"Sweet." you said.

He talked like an elementary student who wished to get to see the galaxy. It was fun talking to him, he even mentioned he wanted to go "galaxy-diving" instead of "sky-diving."

Description
The text message that Alfred sent to you was:
"UOY EVOL I" At first you thought what kind of language was that, you never heard of it before, and it was also not an ancient language but you were in surprise when you got the hidden message. Then, your orbs moved to the hot American there and he smiled when he noticed you. You immediately put back your cellphone in your pocket before someone sees it especially the Magazine Editor whose working here today for the magazine. You thought of how you can get out in that awkward situation yet somewhere inside your body had the courage to ask him why he would sent such message though you had an idea that he was only pulling an obvious prank or... He did that to get your attention?

Later after a few minutes, the pictorial ended. The Editors were done editing the magazines, etc right right away. Arthur went home first to prepare for the concert tonight, he needed to rehearse a bit so he wouldn't crack his voice.

"__! Before I go home, let me talk to you." Arthur said, putting on his brown coat.

"Yes?"

"You're gonna come right?"
You nodded.

"Take Alfred with you." he said, pointing the eating American right there.

"... Why?"

"Lately, rape cases are on hit."

"How's that connected...?" you were too dense to get the point.

"You're a popular model, who knows what will happen if you're on streets at night? Alone?"

"I'll get a taxi then."

"Hey hey," Arthur flinched your cheek. "What if the driver is a rapist?"

"I'll bring a gun!"

"I know you don't have. Now, tell him to take you at my concert."

You didn't wanted to bring Alfred with you because sometimes being with that slight-perverted man is much worse than stalkers but safe! though you can't handle him. It was too late for you to refuse not to call Alfred to come right here beside you yet Arthur's voice shut you up.

"Now what?" Alfred said, obviously complaining.

"Take __ to my concert." Arthur ordered him like a higher-up.

"Why would I? I don't want to listen to your―"

Arthur grabbed Alfred's arm and dragged him far enough from you.

"__ wants to go."

"So what?" Alfred said.

"I'm sure you don't want to see __ frowning don't you?"

Of course, Alfred doesn't want to see you like that, it would be the end of his world yet he kept doing things that will make you upset. From your view, you could tell that Arthur was telling Jones to bring you to the concert tonight.
So stubborn. Arthur bid a goodbye to you too with a smile which looks like he had a certain "something" on mind.

"__..." Alfred called your name.

"Yes?"

"Let's go?"
To the concert, he meant.

Even working in so many freaking hours, Alfred doesn't stink of sweat unlike the other macho-models you worked with before. You both still look so fresh.
Suddenly out of blue, your phone rang. You made it sure it wasn't from the American, Alfred who was in the elevator with you. His car was parked in front of the building's entrance, but now it was gone.

"I'm sure I parked it here..." Alfred was controlling his anger not to go rampage. This means, you two will walk to get there.

"Damn... I hate walking..." Alfred said.

"Isn't that good?"

"What's so good about it? We'll only exhaust ourselves."

"Not ourselves." you said.

"Then walk by yourself."

He thought you will stop going to the concert if you don't have a person with you yet you walked, leaving him behind.

"Is that concert really important to her?" Alfred wondered as he ran to you. He knew you won't stand too long in the dark and you were afraid if there's a strange person following you at the back. It was far to get exhausted, even a kid can walk there without a bicycle. Later, you realized the beauty of the stars in the sky, shining like a supernova.

"Hey __."

"What's the matter?"

"When I was a kid, I really wanted to go outer space." he remembered that by looking up to the night sky. It was rare for him to share his past, he never told you except today.

"So you wanted to become an astronaut."

"Yeah but here I am now, a model."

"You still can become one since your major subject at college was Science right?"

"Yeah."

"Will you quit being a model?"

"Can't say that for now."

Afterwards, you asked him another question.
"Why do you still want to go there?"

"Because there's a girl I love and I wanted to show her a photo of a Nebula."

"Sweet." you said.

He talked like an elementary student who wished to get to see the galaxy. It was fun talking to him, he even mentioned he wanted to go "galaxy-diving" instead of "sky-diving."