Cat Eyed Girl

Chapters. 1 - First Meeting

“Sial,” grumbled Firdaus with annoyance.

The man hit the steering wheel with annoyance. How not, since earlier he has been able to turn on the engine by stopping the car keys many times, but the results are still nil. The car the man was driving was not alive.

“Sial my life, just also arrived in Indonesia has been unlucky this way,” grunted while walking towards the steering door.

Firdaus picks up his phone in the car, the man makes a call to his personal assistant. The man pressed his flat screen and then stuck it to his ear.

“Sorry, your pulse is not enough, please recharge your pulse,” said a woman who was opposite the call.

“Uggh ...” Firdaus again growled annoyed, maybe he ran out of pulses in this crucial moment.

Although he had just arrived in Indonesia, but the man had lived in a country that is famous for its friendly residents, so he understood about life in Indonesia, which is where there are many pulse sellers on the roadside.

Buty? Where should he find a pulse seller?

Firdaus decided to return by taxi. It had been thirty minutes that the man had tried

to stop a taxi, but no one stopped.

“Sial .. shit .. shit .. can-can-can I shit like this,” grumbled Firdaus with emotions exploding inside his head.

Firdaus looked around, not far from where he stood there was a pulse seller and a small stall.

“I'd better get there,” said Firdaus who was determined to cross the streets of the capital.

Firdaus walked on the sidewalk to the sidewalk, until finally after walking for about thirty minutes, the man finally managed to find the red light.

Firdaus wiped his sweat and loosened his tie, somehow the appearance of the man, at least not as neat as before.

When the streetlight turned red, the man stepped out to cross.

Ptiiinn ....

The high horn sound made Firdaus startled and walked back until he almost fell down.

“If you cross look around dong,” maki motorcycle rider who runs turn left.

“Basic madness, he's wrong even turn me,” furious Firdaus and again trying to cross.

Tiiittt ....

Again, a car honked a high horn which surprised Firdaus and this time was completely furthest on the asphalt.

“Bego really lo, can not cross what?” maki was driving when the man opened the windshield.

“Sattack, don't you see if it's a red light, huh?” peeking Firdaus did not want to be blamed.

But screeched it as if in vain, because the driver of the car no longer heard his voice. Firdaus

back on his feet and cleaning up his dirty clothes, the man again grumbled in annoyance at being a spectacle from another rider.

“Ah, really unlucky today,” made it with annoyance.

Firdaus rushed across before another rider returned making him fail to cross.

“Huuf, what kind of society is that? Disobedient to the rules,” infuriated Firdaus and walked back on the side of the road.

Firdaus widened his eyes when he saw a girl wearing a hoddy crossing instead of in

zebra cross or at the intersection of three lights.

“Waaah, crazy tuh people. Thought his life nine times yes,” grumbled Firdaus while shaking

her head.

The heat of the eyes of the day made his body really sweat bath, even now his throat felt very thirsty. Firdaus walked quickly to get to the stall selling drinks and other snacks.

“Pak, any water?” firdaus asked with a breath of ngoson.

“You are cold or the usual?” ask seller.

“What drink do you want?” ask the seller.

‘Duh, many more people,’ Inner Paradise with growled. “Mineral water only, Sir,” Firdaus said with a saliva that feels cheated.

“That, in front of you will be the mineral water,” said the seller who made Firdaus turn to the point

the seller.

Sure enough, the mineral water he was looking for was in front of his own eyes.

‘Sial, you know what is in tanya?’ inner Paradise and take a bottle of mineral water to drink it.

Firdaus opened the lid of the mineral water and immediately uprooted its contents.

“Ahh, how much, Sir?” ask Firdaus.

“Five thousand aja,” replied Mr. Seller.

Firdaus reached into his wallet and earned a hundred thousand dollars.

“This, sir,” said Firdaus gave the money.

The seller took the hundred thousand dollar bill and took it back in the drawer to return it to Paradise.

“This change,” said the seller by giving a nominal change of two thousand fractions and also ten thousand that have been shabby.

Firdaus looked reluctantly at the money, but the man had to take it, because he needed the money to give a pulse.

Yes, in Firdaus's wallet only a hundred thousand money was left and he had already spent a drink worth five thousand. That is a sign that the rest of Paradise's money is still ninety-five thousand rupiahs again.

“Thank you,” Firdaus said taking the change in disgust.

Firdaus also moved to the kiosk next to it, which was a pulse selling kiosk that only roofed the tent and lined the window stalling.

*

Milea, a twenty-four-year-old woman with a baby face. Because his face is visible

like a schoolboy who sits in high school, then he is often thought to be still in school, even though his age is quite mature and works in a large advertising company.

Milea, who is today off from her job, intends to visit her cousin who sells pulses on the roadside. Without fear, Milea crossed a highway full of motorized and high-speed vehicles without using zebra crosses.

“Hai,” greet Milea to her cousin, Andin.

“Pas really lo come, keep bentar ya. I sak boker,” said Andin and directly ngacir to wc general.

“Basic boker,” grumbled Milea and directly sat on the available seats.

Milea saw a man walking hurriedly past her stall.

“Handsome,” murmured and refocused on his phone.

“Dek, buy pulses,” said the baritone voice which made Milea raise her head.

‘Mantau, new prey, his inner’ with a faint smile.

“How much pulse do you have? Can you write here first the number?” milea said with a faint smile.

“I bought a voucher, which is fifty thousand. Ada?” asked the handsome man, who turned out to be Firdaus.

“Vouchernya coincidence abis,” said Milea with a thin smile.

“What voucher is there? Twenty thousand there?” ask Firdaus to Milea.

“Already also tuh,” said Milea who has clearly lied for her own sake. “Fill the pulse, sir,” Milea said with a smile.

Firdaus sighed harshly, then the man was forced to write down his mobile number in the book he had been in

prepared by Milea.