MY HOTTEST CAT'S

13

"Once again cloudy."

Moza muttered as she looked up at the sky. Its gray color, coupled with the piercing cold wind, increasingly felt like Moza's current feeling.

Don't be crazy just because of your own head.

Therehewas. Hana's words did not stop passing through her mind. And when compared to Moza's current state, all of Hana's words were indeed 'slapping' her.

Since meeting Bad Boy, Moza considers him a fraud for the reason that the man does not make sense according to Moza.

But on the one hand, Moza was also confused by the look on the face shown by Bad Boy. The innocent expression of the man sometimes made Moza look away from his sanity.

BUT... Now Moza is conscious.

All this time he had been driven mad just for maintaining his sanity. Thinking Bad Boy is a con man, but also uncertain because of the man's attitude.

If maintaining common sense makes it lose sense, then why not just lose your mind? After all Moza would definitely be better off if ignoring the origins and goals of Bad Boy came to him.

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

"Kriegh... Kingpin!"

I feel like I'm reading a teenage novel. Where the character who woke up because he heard the sound of an alarm.

Moza is the same. He woke up to the sound of an alarm. The difference is, the sound does not mean from a cell phone or alarm clock.

Except from the mouth of a man.

"Krrieigg!! The mozaaaa! Banguunnn!"

Moza rubbed his eyes for a moment and looked at a man in a white T-shirt with a picture of Miki Mouse standing up and advancing his lips.

"How long is it to wake up! Mogi sampe abis' voice!"

Bizarrely. Usually Moza would be annoyed if he heard this man mention that name. But now why is Moza okay?

Is this the effect he's trying to be indifferent? Hmm Maybe it is.

If I were lo, Za... Whatever the expression, I can't believe that a cat can turn into–Ah, you know.

Moza seemed to be able to hear that voice from the people out there.

Yes, Moza knows. Moza understands that. But come to think of it, if Moza maintained his senses, surely he would consider this man a fraud and continue to make plans to dismantle his alibi, then made unsure again.

Moza is tired of all that.

Because the principle now, if trying to be sane makes him crazy, then Moza prefers crazy to stay sane.

"Sorry, yeah. I was late for sleep yesterday. So it's hard to build" said Moza, smiling.

Yep. Moza no longer cared what, who, where, why, how. Fuck all that.

Importantly, Moza is not dizzy and can still heal.

"Yes! Then get off the bed! Mogi laper, you know."

He said while misuh-muh. Bad Boy–Ah's... It seemed like it was time Moza stopped calling the brown-eyed man that way.

Isn't Moza crazy now? Why not just call 'Mogi?

Alright. Let's call Mogi from now on.

Moza smiled, "Laper, huh?"

While the one being spoken to seemed to have been really upset. The man with the long sleeve sweatshirt pushed his waist down while looking at Moza sharply.

"That's laper. Moza's evil."

Moza laughed, "Yes-yes. I wash my face first...."

"...Mogi."

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

Happy birthday to you.

Moza was glued while reading the message from her phone. Not her words, but rather Moza focused on who sent her.

Mamma. It was clearly read by him when he saw the sender of the message.

Moza took her breath. He wasn't even surprised. Her birthday was two days past, and her mother had just said it, in a message, and in just three words.

Very attentive.

"I shouldn't have seen her before" Moza muttered, covering her face with both hands. The girl put her phone on the sofa.

"Vrrooma... Vroom!!"

Moza glanced at the voice just now. He saw a man in a long white shirt with long black pants sitting down while playing some toy cars.

The man with the bangs that almost covered his entire forehead stopped focusing on his toys, and turned to Moza.

The man smiled, "You want to come play with Mogi?"

Mogi... Since deciding to be indifferent and accept the existence of this figure, Moza has gotten better. At least psychologically.

Now, Moza doesn't have to think about things that will only give her a headache. All Moza had to do now was trust and accept this one man.

Regardless of it really is Mogi, or not.

"Can I play too?" moza asked with a small laugh. Mogi nodded enthusiastically, "May, dong! Here!"

"But when I play, I'll be queen. And those cars are gonna be mine" Moza said.

Mogi rounded her eyes. Suddenly the man took all the toy cars and hugged them tightly, "Son. It's got Mogi."

Moza smiled broadly. Mogi's facial features and reaction somehow made Moza want to laugh because it was funny.

Ah... Moza was confused. Between 'funny' or 'warming', huh?

Mama

Happy birthday to you.

But his eyes accidentally glanced at the phone screen and re-read the short message earlier. His mood returned to cloudy.

Seeing Moza's expression returning moody, Mogi kept her toy. The man crawled towards Moza who was sitting on the sofa.

Instead of sitting down, the man who owns the deep pink lips even put his head at the feet of Moza who was sitting.

"Moza why?"

Moza blinked her eyes quickly. Honestly, he was shocked. Let alone looking at those round eyes that were staring at him innocently.

Ah... Moza should get used to this.

"I'm fine. ... laper only? Yes, I think I'm a bit laper," Moza replied, hiding her shock earlier.

Mogi tilted her head in a confused sign, "Laper?"

"Do you want Mogi to make food?" The man looked at Moza expectantly for Moza to agree.

Moza shuddered. Do not let him be served a plate of canned cat food. Or worse, Mogi gave him raw fish meat.

Damnit. Moza was nauseous just from imagining it.

"No need, deh. What do you want to make me?" ask Moza later. While the one who was spoken to instead moved from his place and smiled, instead,

"Secret."

Then Mogi started to step into the kitchen. There was the noise of kitchen utensils and things falling.

All of that made Moza unsettled. What if the neighbors come because of this noise? What if the kitchen utensils are damaged due to an amateur in cooking?

Or worse, what if the apartment was burned to the ground not left?

"You're not gonna make this apartment a fire, are you?" moza asked from the meeting room of the Mogi who were walking alone.

"Moza sat down sweet ajaaaa!!"

There was a loud scream from Mogi from the kitchen. Moza just laughed a little hearing it.

Afterwards, Moza glanced back at her phone. And again his smile faded. The girl remembered the short message her mother had sent earlier.

Moza didn't want to think about it. Where are the old wounds about the mother who sometimes still remembered by the girl.

Just now that Moza decided to heal his mind, did he have to go back to thinking troublesome things?

No, thank you.

"Yetoo!"

Moza's daydreams fell away instantly upon hearing that. Mogi looks with disheveled hair and her cheeks filled with flour stains.

In the man's hand, there was a bowl of chicken soup equipped with various green vegetables. And what surprised Moza was the smell....

"This...what?" moza was still confused. "Moza has seen. This is food for Moza" replied Mogi.

Moza stared at the soup for a moment. Its outward appearance and aroma, at first glance reminded him of something..

Something he can't forget.

"That smell is good. I thought you wanted to give me a raw fish" Moza laughed. While the one being spoken to only responded to him with his thin smile.

Just to appreciate Mogi's efforts to make her food, Moza fuses a spoonful of soup into her mouth.

The girl was stunned. The look and smell are similar. Why does it feel so similar now?

Moza looked at the soup and Mogi's face alternately, "You really made this?"

Mogi tilts her head, "Hm?"

Moza. Judging from the mess of Mogi's physical condition, and as dirty as what clothes he wore, it seems that the man really made it.

"Why? Not good, huh?"

Mogi's expression turned moody. Her lower lip rose with a hopeful look that seemed to say, "praise me."

Moza smiled, "Enak, really. Shucks."

Moza is not lying. Because it tastes really good. To the point of making him remember that 'it' thing'.

Hearing him, a smile rose on Mogi's dirty face with flour. The man breathed a sigh of relief.

Moza laughed, "Feelings make this not use flour. Why is your face so dirty?"

"Oh...this?" Mogi pointed to the stain on her cheek, "So it accidentally spilled. Time Mogi cleanin, it turns out delicious also if dipake in advance. Hehe." Moti laughs without sin.

Moza put the spoon, "So... You're playing with my side to fool around?"

Mogi gulped her saliva, "A–ampun...."

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

"Says A LITTLE laper."

Mogi smiled at Moza eating the soup she made. To the point that the bowl is empty is left.

"Who could refuse such a good meal?" reply Moza. Mogi developed her smile, "Yeayy Moza likes it!"

Moza smiled, "Like it. Thanks, yeah."

"Of the many gifts, this is the most memorable birthday present for me" the girl continued.

Not that the other gifts he received were meaningless. Of course everything makes Moza happy. But this.this food gave a deep impression to him.

Yeah, even though Moza knew Mogi gave it to him just to cheer him up. Not to give her a birthday present. Even Mogi doesn't know when her birthday is.

"That year... What?"

...-TBC-C...

Hola! Just want to explain, if the word 'crazy' here refers to 'stress' or 'frustration'. So NOT insulting people who have mental disorders yes manteman. (The point is taken enjoy anyway, do not seriously² very wkwkwkwk).

Thanks and see u in the next chapter!