Lia The Cat's

chp-4

Last night was not a dream.

I think that human being really changed his mind, after all who can reject me HAHA.

My body feels stiff, so I stretch my body by the way this fur carpet is quite soft.

I walked towards the kitchen and saw a plate-like object but it was wider and thinner.

I got closer, inside there was fried rice with scrambled eggs.

Yesterday afternoon was not my fault.

I enjoy that fried rice and eat it with my mouth. Like her I'm used to being a cat, well not bad.

I stared at the small glass filled with water at the end, the human being was as conscientious as he was.

but his cooking skills are quite good, still safe in komsumsi.

I looked around, this house is really quiet andra lives alone in her appearance, even though in the house there are 3 rooms.

I got off the chair and walked around the house andra, the first place I came to was the room andra. single bed mattress, closet, study table complete with lights, and, the book on the table he's a pretty diligent boy huh.

I walked out of the room, my view was fixed on the door of the room that opened. ‘andra went inside and forgot to close it?’ thought I was for a moment. And decided to enter because of the curiosity that approached me.

The room looks neat but empty. As if in clean every day but also no one occupies. In the room there is only a bed and a table with a drawer. On the table was a photograph on display.

Next to Andra it's probably her mom, I know your mom's dead and maybe it's Andra's mom's room.

The room is neat, Andra must be diligent in cleaning this room. despite berandal it turns out he has a conscience huh.I so think this child really needs to be accompanied? he doesn't look like a person who is in trouble, but the source of the problem itself.

andra's mom is pretty, maybe that's why Andra's pretty. But strangely her mother Andra's skin was yellow Langsat, while Andra herself was a little darker. There's no point in thinking about that.

I was silent for a moment, as my memories disappeared and until my memories almost recovered at this moment.

I felt like my childhood was disappearing, but I was sure that childhood was real, as if I felt like I had memories of it but had no idea what memories and events it was.

I even forgot what happened that made me lose my memory. Remembering this made my head hurt.

But I really wish I could remember better.

Remembering things you can't remember is like solving a puzzle without a clue, exhausting.

I wonder how I did it first.

I got off the chair and walked out. Andra's house was so quiet and you could live in a house like this. I walked with Andra's room as my destination, at that moment I realized the window of her room was open. The wind blows through his curtains.

What kind of host leaves his windows open. Give a chance to the thief?

Well why not? A little walk is no problem.