MY HOTTEST CAT'S

2

"Ma."

Hana said, "Hm."

"I want to tell you."

"What about?" hana asked while wiping the glass.

"On yesterday."

"Gue asked the question, beautiful. Not when it happened."

"Eummmm... Anu. It's hard to say."

Moza himself was puzzled as to why he should have such frank trouble for Hana. Though only to say that yesterday he heard the sound of a cat, but he let it, finished.

Why does it feel so hard, huh?

"Let me guess. Yesterday you heard the sound of a cat, but you just because you think it's just your neighbor's cat passing by. Aye, right?"

Moza. Fixes. Hana canayang's.

"Excuse me! I want a message!"

Hana squeaks, "Njing... A minute!"

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

"Where are you going, Za?" hana asked puzzledly to see Moza taking off her apron.

In the break hours like now, Moza usually spends time playing mobile phones in empty chairs.

Or maybe just review and discuss the attitude of others (ngerumpi) with Hana.

"You seek the wind."

Hana laughed, "Wind sought... I nitip cogan plain one, yes! Don't wear soy sauce!"

"You think meatballs?" kekeh Moza's.

The woman then came out, and began to step on the side of the road while putting earphones on both ears.

When Moza stepped on, he could feel the gentle caress of the wind, not to mention as fragrant as the fragrance of yang– flowers

Okay. That's bullshit. Because in fact, all Moza can only smell is the smell of vehicle smoke.

Yeah how else. Memories cafe is located close to the highway. Even if it is not on the side of the road.

"Eh? Moza?"

Moza took off the earphones attached to her ear, then glanced at Ghina aka her neighbor.

"Mother Ghina? Where are you going, huh?"

"This is going to the minimarket. The kitchen is empty."

Moza. Then the woman instead misfocused on the part of Ghina's stomach that already looks a little bulged.

"Waaah... Dedenya is getting healthier just as I see. How many months, Mommy?"

"Four months, here. When are you coming, Za?"

Moza laughed, "Good God, Sister Ghina... Don't mess with that question."

Come onl. Let alone a child. Having a man never once crossed Moza's head.

Might as well.

"You're this...."

"Ma! Come spit! Egi want KenderJoy! Abis hunt!" shouted a boy who had been in Ghina's arms.

"Yes-yes... Yes already. First yes, Moza. Egi, drugs go to Kak Moza."

The boy named Egi waved his hand, "Dah, Brother!"

"It's drugs! Eh that's a prick careful way!" moza shouted with her mischievous laughter.

Ghina shouted, "Ready, would-be pregnant!"

Moza smiled amusedly hearing that. For some reason, it was nice to see the togetherness between a mother and her child.

Like Ghina and Egi. Moza is made happy by herself seeing the relationship between Ghina and the child.

Moza likes to see how Ghina smiles at Egi, even with the adorable tone of the boy to his mother.

Moza likes, envies at the same time.

Then Moza's daydream came to a halt when she heard her phone ring. Get the phone in your pocket, and see who's calling.

Mamma.

Moza was silent reading the name.

"Hello, Ma?"

"...."

"Yes. I'm transferring now."

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

Moza yawns. The thunderous sound of lightning managed to make his nap chaotic instantly.

Errata. It may be more accurate to call it 'afternoon sleep'. Because after work, drowsiness began to attack Moza out of nowhere.

At four this afternoon, it seemed as if the sky was showing its gray side again by lowering the trillions of drops of water that invaded the ground.

Briefly rain.

From the window, Moza can see the rain getting thicker even though it is not too heavy. Not to mention the sound of lightning that blared from earlier.

Cold, deserted... It was these feelings that made Moza hate the presence of rain. Although it was common, this made him sick.

Moza got up from his bed. In addition to feeling cold and lonely, there was also something else that made Moza upset.

Hungrier.

In the drawers, shelves, even in the mini-fridge she had, Moza couldn't find a single edible thing.

"What's to the stall, huh?" muttered.

Instead of relapsing, Moza established herself to go to a nearby stall without carrying an umbrella or raincoat.

Yes, this is the risk that must be borne by regional children. Full simplicity.

Arriving at the stall, Moza wiped his own body that was wet from running through the rain earlier.

Not too wet indeed, because the rain is not too heavy. But this seems to be enough to make the flu for three days.

Finished buying groceries, Moza fell silent on the terrace and waited for the increasingly heavy rain to subside.

Moza turned her head when she heard the voice of the Goddess Maiden aka the shopkeeper. Moza didn't think too much about it, at least until....

...he realized that Miss Goddess was talking to Billy.

"Billy? How come you're here?"

Billy looked over, "Loh? Kirain... Why are you all wet, Za? The rain?

"No. It was raining a little bit," Moza laughed. "Sama, anyway. I was also rained on time again to buy this," said Billy while showing a paper bag containing snacks he bought.

Moza smiled witfully, "Kirain is your classmate in the mall."

"Haha ngaco's... Oh, aye. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Who? Didn't I tell you? My apartment is here."

"Oh... Pantes always walk home from the cafe."

Moza chuckled softly. The two then stared at the increasingly becoming rain in front of them.

"Eh, Za."

"Yes?"

"Lo know not yesterday in cafe–"

"...Za?"

Billy stopped talking. The man even mis-focused on Moza's face. Billy was a little shocked when he saw the woman's pale face.

"What's up, anyway?" confused Moza.

"Lo hasn't eaten yet, has he? How pale?"

Hearing her, Moza reflexes fumbled her own face, "Oh this... It's okay, really. I'm a little cold."

Yep. That's lies. Because to be honest, Moza really felt his body covered in snow. Not to mention his noisy stomach asking to be filled.

Universe, please bring Moza the Door to Anywhere so that she can go home immediately and cook her instant noodles.

"The pale one, huh? It's cold."

Billy heard it. 'LITTLE' is the very opposite word to the state of Moza's face that looks like the undead.

Can't be like this.

"Wait a moment" said Billy as he entered the stall. "Mom, can I borrow an umbrella?" ask Billy to the Goddess.

"Bye, dong! Not my heart, my mother?"

Laughing little, Billy took the umbrella given by Miss Dewi and went back to Moza.

"More."

Moza frowned, "What?"

"It's an umbrella."

"I know! Mean–"

"Udah just. Keep going straight home."

Moza was really confused. He never asked for an umbrella. Second, once random Billy suddenly behaved like this.

"How do you want to?"

"That's easy. Mending now you go home and rest let's not pale again."

Although there was a bad taste, but Moza must admit that the taste of 'it' was lost by his hunger.

Moza is really hungry.

"Yes already. I'm ahead."

Moza developed an umbrella with the cat motif and began to walk through the rain stubs that fell on the ground.

"Mosa...."

As soon as she heard it, Moza turned her head. Billy's gaze seemed to lock him away from moving at all.

Billy laughed, "Don't forget his umbrella, yeah!"

Moza laughed a little. For a moment he had thought that Billy would–Ah was. Expectations are useless.

Moza's life is not a novel story.

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

In her small steps, Moza walks down while occasionally stepping on a puddle of water reflecting on her face.

Know what Moza hates more than rain?

Own face.

"Miaws...."

Moza. Again, he heard the voice of a cat. Although it makes little sense to hear the sound of a cat in the rain, but Moza believes the position of the cat voice he heard is close to him.

Not ten minutes before Billy warned Moza to take a break, the woman was busy approaching the trash because it was where Moza heard the sound of the cat.

And it's true. Moza's suspicions were now visible to his own eyes.

There was a big white cat curled up in a cardboard box.

The cat's white fur looks very coarse, not to mention with a blister wound on his leg that makes the cat can only meow limp.

Moza was silent to see it. The cat's alarming condition made his chest hurt.

Not knowing what possessed Moza, the woman took off the umbrella she held and carried the poor cat into her lap.

Fuck her body soaked. From a long time ago, Moza was never able to control his emotions when he saw street cats that looked hungry.

Uh, wait.

Is this the right action? Of course Moza doing this is a sign unfortunately on cats.

But is this right? Moza doesn't know if this cat is still owned or not. Could be that hairy boy got lost and got hurt, right?

After all, even though Moza likes cats, she knows there are responsibilities that she must fulfill if she chooses to keep them.

And I don't think he's ready for that responsibility.

Moza put the cat back into the cardboard and took back her umbrella, then stood up.

"sorry. I can't take you."

...-TBC-C...