MARY's POV
I'm Mary Lie Bog, twenty-four years old, but you can just call me Melie for short. I'm a beautiful morena, tall and smooth-skinned! Perfect, right?
They usually call me 'Meliebog' because of my name. I don't know what my parents were thinking, it's like they intentionally nicknamed me Melie so when 'Bog' is added, it sounds like 'Malibog' (horny/lustful). Just kidding!
By the way, I'm here in the kitchen, eating pancakes made by my mom. Hmm, they're so delicious, my favorite, that's why I'm so greedy with them.
"Melie!" my beautiful mother called.
"Bog," my brother Jerry added, teasing me as always, that animal!
*Nom* "Why?" I shouted back while eating.
"Hurry up, I have something for you to do, quickly."
When I heard that, I quickly chewed and swallowed my food. I almost choked, good thing I was able to drink water immediately. And because I'm a good girl, I'm really obedient to my beautiful mom, sigh.
"Oh, what is it, Mom?" I asked directly as I approached her. She handed me a paper with a list of things to buy.
"Buy all of that. Oh, use your brother's motorcycle." As soon as she said that, my eyes lit up.
Yes, I can drive again!
"Eh, where's Kuya?" I noticed my brother wasn't in the living room; he was just here, even teasing me.
"He already left. Go on, hurry up, Melie, so I can start cooking."
"Okay, Mom, I'm leaving now."
I excitedly left the house. We live a simple life. My dad works as a construction worker, and my mom is just a housewife. My brother? He works at the police station as a 'Non-uniform personnel' or NUP, but he's lazy when it comes to work and always late. I don't know what's up with him; he's the only one we rely on. Tsk, my brother pays the rent for our place, and thankfully, he's close with his police colleagues, even the chief of PNP there. Oh well!
Roadside Encounter
Here I am, riding my brother's Sniper motorcycle. I decided not to wear a helmet since there probably wouldn't be any inspections or checkpoints today. I let my long hair down. And in the middle of driving, there really weren't any police. Thank goodness, I really don't like wearing a helmet because it's a hindrance; it annoys me when I wear it. And I have a license, anyway.
When I arrived at the market, I immediately picked out some fish and vegetables, and of course, the fresh ones. After I finished buying, I then got the ingredients. And when I was done with what I was doing, I got back on the motorcycle when someone suddenly approached me.
"Miss, why aren't you wearing a helmet?" an older woman asked me.
"Why, Ate?" I asked, puzzled. I got nervous, maybe there was already a checkpoint up ahead.
"There are police doing a checkpoint up ahead." What? Wait, what am I going to do? How will I get home now? Ugh, annoying! Hmm, whatever!
I just smiled at the woman and then drove off. There really was a checkpoint. I don't know why, but I still had the courage to pass through it even without a helmet, I'm so brave!
"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.
"Ahehehe, 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!