MY HOTTEST CAT'S

20

"So Mogi's eyes felt strange. How is it now Mogi's chest that feels weird?"

Moza took a long breath. Why did Mogi's words yesterday afternoon keep ringing in her head?

Relax, Za... Mogi does not know what she said, inner Moza then while looking at Mogi who was busy with her toy bus.

Moza's focus was diverted when she suddenly heard a phone ringing sound from her phone.

Moza frowned in confusion when he saw that the one visiting him was an unknown number.

Typical of people who are curious and afraid if there is anything important, Moza answered the phone call.

"Hello? Moza?"

It seems Moza knows this voice.

"Aunt Erna?" sahut Moza knows the voice of his aunt, Erna.

"You finally answered too. Mama you... Your mom's very sick, Moza."

Moza.

"He asked you to come home."

Moza was silent when she realized Erna had already hung up her phone unilaterally. The girl saw some missed calls from the aunt last night.

If only his phone wasn't lowbat last night, maybe Moza could have known this sooner.

How'this? Moza did not want awkwardness to attack him when he met the figure he called 'Mama. He was afraid that his mother would reopen the pieces of wounds in the past.

Not to mention, Moza was afraid that his arrival there was just a waste. Because the girl knew the character of the mother, her mother could have just pretended to be sick.

But realizing that Aunt Erna had called him so many times, where could it be?

"From yesterday Moza's face it continues. Bosen Mogi look at it."

Moza was awakened from her daydream. He looked at the oversized white-clothed man in front of him with a small smile.

Moza took away her smile. Wait for. If Moza leaves, then Mogi is alone in this apartment?

Okay, that was a nightmare.

Horrible things immediately flashed through Moza's head when he imagined Mogi alone in this place.

Did Moza just take you, huh? Ah no-no. The neighborhood of the house where Moza lived was very incompatible with the character of the boy.

The shantytowns, drunkards everywhere, pickpockets and begal roaming, must have seen one of them only Mogi will run away in a storm.

But I can't leave him alone here either. Moza was worried about herself.

Moza left half a day to work alone, Mogi often complained of boredom. Especially being left out of the city for a long time?

Maybe Mogi burned down her apartment.

Moza shook his head then, I don't want to leave Mogi alone. But I also can't let Mogi meet mama.

Let it. Looks like Mogi better just be left out. After all, even though he behaves like an elementary school boy, Moza knows Mogi definitely understands which one he can and cannot do.

What could possibly happen?

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

"Mogi. Get down, yuk."

Mogi opened her eyes slowly when she heard Moza's soft voice just now. The man rubbed his eyes as he swiggled around from inside the car window.

Moza chuckled when he saw Mogi who was like she was in a daze.

Finding Mogi with her mother is not a good idea, but Moza can not imagine Mogi daydreaming alone waiting for her with a long distance and a time that might be long.

Moza led Mogi out of the online taxi she had ordered, and then began to walk down a place that looked more like a giant dumpster than a neighborhood.

Eventually the two stopped at a simple wooden house, with two weathered chairs plastered on the front.

Alias Moza's house.

The unavailability of lights on the terrace, plus the time has shown at four in the afternoon with overcast sky, increasingly makes this house look like a haunted house in horror films.

The lack of lighting due to the isolation of the location of this Moza house from other residents' houses, as a booster for the gripping impression that had approached the two.

Mogi slowed her footsteps and chose to hide behind Moza's back.

For a moment, Moza turned her head and saw the look in the eyes of the man who was now also looking at her with a tense face.

I could have forgotten that she was afraid of the dark, inner Moza.

The girl then returned her focus to the wooden door before her. The old wooden door invites Moza to go to the past and look back on old memories.

Old painful memories....

The rumbling sound of rain and the blaring flash of lightning accompanied by the wind outside not only makes a pair of children and fathers in a house panic.

A gripping night, heavy rain and wind storms are common. They both enjoyed their dinner as usual.

*BRUK!!!

Talk about 'as usual'... Seeing a woman fall on the doorstep of the house with a stoned state has become a familiar sight for the father and child.

Slowly, the woman who was holding a bottle of liquor got up and walked with a stagger.

The father let out a long breath and turned to his daughter who had such a hair.

"Moza's... You go to the room first, okay?"

The child in a dark yellow flower-patterned T-shirt nodded and went to his room. The little girl closed the door of her room tightly and leaned against the door.

The little girl who was often called Moza covered her ears with both hands. Not once twice his parents did this.

So often, Moza can even memorize the rough and terrible dialogues that his parents threw when the situation like this.

And it's true. The girl's ears began to hear angry cries from her parents. The sound of rain and lightning outside was even as if it was meaningless.

"DON'T BE A SHIT!! GOT A FUCKING SISSY MOUTH!"

"Papa asked now. Is a horrible drunk's wife who doesn't care about her family better than a sissy? HUHHHH??!!!"

"SUAMI SIAALAAANNNN!!!!!"

Moza. T–wait. What did he just hear was the sound of something breaking?

The girl was indeed a connoisseur of her parents' quarrel. But not until there's broken stuff like this. Usually the father will prefer to give up and make up even though his mother still does the same.

Intrigued, Moza opened her room door slightly to see what a terrible commotion was going on.

And the girl was transfixed by what she saw. The mother was panting with the kitchen knife in her hand....

her husband was covered in blood.

Listening to her parents' bickering every night was already a terrible thing for Moza. And now...witness the loss of his father's life at the hands of his own mother?

It seems that the word 'horrible' alone is not enough.

Moza covered her mouth with both hands in shock. The little girl slowly retreated then accidentally stepped on the screeching wooden floor.

Can Moza see the mother who was staring at the body of her husband suddenly turned to him due to the squealing sound earlier.

Seeing her mother approaching, Moza rushed to her bed and covered herself as if she was sleeping.

In his false sleep, Moza's lips trembled with a breath that was wheezing. It was like seeing a ghost in a horror movie.

My mother began to sit beside her bed. The woman looked at her 'delayed' daughter despite the hair blocking part of her face.

The woman began to stroke Moza's cheeks with her hands still covered in blood.

Believe me, Moza is trying her hardest not to scream and run as fast as possible. Because if Moza does that, it's not impossible that he will be the next victim.

"Because your father is noisy, mama made him diem...."

"...forever."

"The moza? Moza!!"

Moza was awakened from her daydream. The girl turned to Mogi who had just called her name.

"Kok Moza diem aja? We're in the wrong place, aren't we?"

Moza shook his head, "No. This is really his house. Yuk." yuk."

Moza hesitated to knock on her door. But the memory he remembered a few seconds ago did not make him tremble to just knock on the door.

"Ma? Mama?" call Moza while still knocking on the door.

Nil. There is not a single answer from within. The girl then knocks even harder at times pushing her door.

"Eh?" moza was confused when the door was open. Who would have thought that these nights her house was completely unlocked?

He went inside with Mogi following him from behind. The man put his right hand on Moza's shoulder while glancing at the view inside Moza's house that was like a cow stable.

"Mama?" call Moza again.

*PRAAANGGG!!

Moza and Mogi were both shocked to hear a noise in the back just now.

"Wait here." Moza ran towards the source of the sound leaving Mogi who seemed to be close to having a heart attack.

"Mama??!!" startled Moza saw a woman with slightly wet hair falling apart was limping to stand up.

Beside the woman was a lot of broken bottles of liquor and some other garbage.

Moza was silent for a moment. Seeing the condition of his mother at this time he already knew that the mother was not really sick.

"Mama told Aunt Erna to lie?"

"Mama, mama, mama!! MY NAME IS WINDI!"

Haha... Moza wasn't even surprised to hear that. No wonder, the woman was like this when she was under the influence of alcohol.

If generally people will walk staggering, bouncing or fainting, women who claimed to be named Windi was even more often angry themselves.

Not putting Windi's words into his heart, Moza led his mother to walk into the living room and sat her in a chair.

"I should have known my mom wasn't really sick."

Windi who was leaning on the chair suddenly looked at Moza's face with a glaring look.

"Lu who, anyway?"

Honestly, this one Moza is a little surprised. Yes even though the edges Moza chose not to bother.

"So Moza is coming home. It's for mama. Buy the medicine." Moza gave Windi several hundred thousand bills.

While Windi stared for a moment at the money then, "Aaahh!! Moza's mama's boy! How are you, honey? You haven't been here in a long time, have you?"

Moza rolled her eyes lazily.

"Eh? Who is this handsome guy? How come you've never seen her?" Windi turned his eyes to Mogi who was honestly still trying to digest what was happening.

Kala Windi was about to grab Mogi's hand, Moza quickly grabbed Mogi's hand first.

"Name Mogi. Just meet me."

Windi smiled, "Unique is his name. It's really just a matter of course, right? Not more? Who knows you're pac–"

"Mam, enough." Moza.

"Why? Is it wrong for a mother to expect her child to have a partner?"

"Mom finally thought I was a son? Waw."

Windi frowned, "Cok that? Mama wants you to have a partner, so you can build your own family and happiness...."

"...let's like mama." Windi smiled obliquely.

Damnit. Windi's remark really made Moza growled. Not to mention that smile was truly nauseating. This is why he hates his own face.

"I'll never want to be like my mom."

"One thing you have to understand. You and your mom make no difference. We are the same. Someday, you'll be like my mom."

Moza shook his head, "No one says anything."

"You have to accept that, baby."

Windi smiled victoriously when he saw Moza as if he had run out of words. Maybe the girl can't deny it.

"Mama really...."

Windi's smile grew.

"I think I should accept one day being a lowly, cunning killer like my mama."

Windi moved from his seat. It was followed by Moza who stood up while looking intently at the mother.

Windi's smile disappeared. The woman whispered, "Don't be rude, dear. Mama's trying to be nice to you."

"Oh, that's not necessary. Go out to all the demons in that mama, mam. I don't mind."

Windi glared, "Basic brash! So you're talking to your mom?"

"And only in these moments does my mother do me as my mother? Where were you going yesterday, mam?"

Windi sighed, "Who would have thought a kind, gentle and loving Moza could talk this way to the mother who gave birth to her?"

"Who would have thought a vicious killer without a heart like my mom could acknowledge me as her son?" Moza raised her eyebrows.

Windi snorted, "Mama's patience has its limits."

"Sorry...." Moza.

"...I apologize to myself for having to stare at the face of a ruthless killer with no regrets."

"BRENGSEEEK!!!" Windi picked up the vase on the table and pointed it at Moza's head.

After closing her eyes, Moza finally opened slowly and realized that she did not feel any pain at all.

But when he saw Mogi lying on the floor with her head covered in blood, Moza suddenly felt pain.

A very sick pain.

"MOGIIIIII!!!!"

...-TBC-C...