MY HOTTEST CAT'S
15
Moza never expected to see her apartment so dark, and messy. His stuff fell everywhere.
And. the sound of sobs.
"Mogy...?"
In the corner of the kitchen, Moza could see Mogi sitting down while hugging her own two legs.
"Mogy?" call Moza and get close to the man and hold his shoulder.
But unexpectedly, Mogi actually brushed Moza's hand away without glancing at the girl at all.
"Hey! Why you?!"
After hearing a loud voice from Moza just now, the man with bowl-like hair raised his head and looked at Moza wistfully.
Glassy eyes, red cheeks, and lips that were not stopping vibrating increasingly made Moza anxious.
Saying nothing, Mogi's mouth locked. But the man looked as if he said,
"I'm scared."
...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...
"You... still don't want to talk?"
Moza glanced at Mogi who was still silent. Since finding her earlier, Moza had not heard a single word come out of Mogi's mouth.
The lights are on. Looks like there was an electrical breakdown earlier. Even so, the state of Moza's messy place is still a problem because the focus of the girl was diverted to Mogi.
While the man was just down, not willing to look at Moza who was right next to him.
Moza turned her face away from Mogi, "Since you have been around, many events beyond my reasoning have happened. But I don't want to bother with all that and accept you."
"But there's one thing you have to understand, Mogi." Moza looked back at the man beside her who was still looking down.
"I need to know everything that's going on with you."
Hearing him, Mogi raised her head and turned her head towards Moza. Moza could see the man's lips trembling again.
"M–m–maaf...."
Gosh darn. Even to stammer like that.
Moza felt so wrong. Either confused, or the pity that Moza must feel when seeing the look of the face of the man one.
"Why are you sorry?" ask Moza who doesn't understand. "M–Moza don't be mad... Excuse me. Mogi apologized." The man played his fingers nervously.
Moza sighed slowly. What is this really? Moza came home with a messy state of residence and found Mogi who was–
Ah... Moza understands now.
Moza approached Mogi and held the man's hand. Occasionally, Moza checked both Mogi's hands and face.
Now, it was Mogi's turn to look confused.
"Are you okay?"
Mogi. He looked at Moza who was also staring at him.
"Here it's a lot of stuff made of glass. It hurts to get in the body." Moza continued with a smile.
Mogi was stunned, "Moza isn't angry?"
Laughing little, Moza ruffled this man's strawberry-smelling hair in front of her and poked her nose.
"I'd be mad if you wouldn't open up to me. But now, I understand even if you don't say."
"T–please don't be angry, Moza... Don't yell anymore. Mogi fear...."
The girl nodded. Yells out?
"WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE, ANYWAY???!!"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT A MOGI!!"
Moza. The incident went back to his head. And it was the first time Moza almost lost her voice as a result of yelling at someone.
Just remember the fear.
"I won't scream. Sorry to scare you."
The man Moza spoke to stopped playing his fingers and looked at Moza's face with his round eyes.
"Mogi.. help me clean up, will you?"
Finally they both tidied up the mess that Mogi did earlier. The kitchen, the living room, everything they sorted out with (tired) passion.
Everything was normal until finally Mogi saw the photo in a small white frame.
In the photo, there is a little girl in dark orange. The little girl looked beautiful with her short hair and sweet smile.
"Who is this, Moza?" ask Mogi while putting a broom in front of her own stomach. Moza, who was cleaning up the dust on her bookshelf, turned, "What?"
Moza then realized Mogi was looking at the frame. He smiled as he sighed, "That's me."
Mogi frowned, "Times?"
Confused, Mogi wiggled the frame. Even Moza was made to laugh when the man tried to compare the photo on the frame with himself.
"Cock different?"
Moza laughs. He kept his duster and sat down, "That's me. When I was a kid."
Mogi was silent for a moment. The man walked up to the sofa and sat down beside Moza with his hands still clutching the frame. "Disturbed's logo. Don't understand."
Moza sighed, "You know what the name change is? Whether it's physical, attitude, mind, everything."
"And as time goes on, that change is bound to continue to increase. The environment is the greatest influence on change itself."
"You don't want to, one day you'll realize that a lot of change is happening to yourself."
"And at that moment you could do nothing but accept it. You can't blame people, circumstances, let alone God. You can only give up."
Moza laughed in his heart, What the hell. Mogi was just confused I looked different in the photo. It was a sad speech like this.
"Because all living things will grow. If it's rough it's getting old."
Mogi nodded, "Even though Mogi only knows the end, but it's okay. Mogi doesn't mind if Moza changes."
"Because Moza in this photo is beautiful. But Moza in front of Mogi jaauuuhhhh is prettier!"
Moza swerved fast. He was a little surprised to hear it. What the fuck?!
"Suppose you're not horrified, Za...." Moza muttered softly.
"But...."
Moza turned to Mogi, Not done talking?
"But if the change makes Moza go far, Mogi won't."
...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...
Time shows at ten o'clock in the night. But Moza's eyes seemed to show no indication of going to sleep at all.
How not? After finishing earlier, Moza accidentally found a gift given by Ferdy on his birthday.
And when she found it, Moza hadn't opened it until now. I don't know why his feelings are mixed.
"I'm why, anyway? Open up this fear. It also could not be a snake" he muttered to himself.
This must be because of his conversation with Mogi this afternoon. The topic made the old memories come back to Moza's head.
"Eh? What'sthis?"
Moza was shocked when she opened the paper bag. It turns out that it contains a bright pink dress complete with trinkets such as hair ornaments, and necklaces.
Moza flipped through the dress, "It was the first time I saw a dress this good. I'll cry it."
And Moza's eyes were diverted to a letter that was still in the paper bag. He took it, then read it.
Happy Birthday, my dear.
Hmm so often said this, to forget this is your birthday that I have a few years. What matters is that you are healthy.
Sorry I can't give you much. I hope you like it and it can be useful to you too.
Moza was stunned to read it. 'Can't say much' he said. Even though she knew very well the dress that was in front of her eyes was a famous dress that liked to be worn by artists who seliweran in social media.
'Can't say much'? Oghey....
Ps: Billy helped pick out the dress.
Moza laughed reading the last part, "Pppffftttt...."
...-TBC-C...
