Me, Red, my girlfriend and the rapper

‘ Please, take it, let be yours.’

I pushed his hand aside.

‘ I don’t need your money, keep it for yourself.’

When Aydin reached the letter to me, I told him.

‘ Well, I am not a postman for you.’

Then I turned my face and walked away.

Though I didn’t like Aydin as a person, I liked his motorcycle. As I left him, he came after me, pulled out the motorcycle near me.

‘ It appears you don’ t want to help me, doesn’t it?’

‘I can help you, but on one condition,’ I said to him.

‘ On what condition?’ he asked me.

‘ I want you to borrow me your motorcycle for at least one day.’

‘ You are still a child, you don’t have any permission to drive motorcycle,’ he said.

‘ If I am a child, in this case, Senuber is a child too.’

‘ It isn’t your business.’

‘ Be off! Let me go!’

Aydin got furious, wanted to stop his motorcycle.

‘ What did you tell? Come here, child!’

His motorcycle got over other side. Aydin ran towards to me, clenched his fist for to attack me. But I didn’t let him to fist me, I struck him on his chest and feet, he couldn’t keep balance and fell on the ground.

I took his helmet and flung it out.

After some minutes Aydin looked at me attentively .

‘ You were killing me,’ he said.

‘ But you were saying I am a child.’

***

The bus was seen in the bus stop. Seeing that Aydin wasn’t badly damaged, I ran towards the bus stop.

The bus was rushing towards the city. Though I was watching the street that the bus rushed through, I was still thinking about Aydin. Look, he is so fraud that he tries to get my love out of me with my own hands. Then I comforted myself saying that all the people in the city know him only for his motorcycle. To tell the truth, I like his motorcycle , but I would never wish everybody call me as Motorcycle Vasif. Even I don’t wish they call me as ‘ Mercedes’ Vasif, or ‘Jeep’ Vasif. I want all the people call me as Vasif. Or I want the others call me world champion , Olympic champion Vasif. Well, it would be wonderful. I remembered how Aydin fell on the ground after my attack. I never raised a hand to anybody. But he made me so furious that I couldn’t keep myself. As if it wasn’t enough he tried to get my lover from me, he also wanted to beat me. I wonder if Senuber saw how I hit Aydin, what she would think about me. If only she saw how I attacked him I think she would never love him anymore.

When I entered changing room in the Olympic compound my friends Aykhan and Nuru were changing their clothes. Aykhan is my main opponent. Probably both of us would be in final stage in Baku championship. But as usual Aykhan was watching his muscles in the large mirror in the changing –room.

Our coach Fateh came in the changing-room and greeted us.