MY HOTTEST CAT'S

33

Afternoon as usual at Memories cafe. The breezes are warm, and the sky is starting to turn orange with a touch of pink. Nothing strange, everything looks fine.

Except Moza.

From then on, the girl kept staring at the screen of her phone. Several times, Moza paced the cashier's desk while continuing to put the phone in her ear like she was calling someone.

And, yeah. No other and no, the person who caused Moza to be so anxious was a man who always filled his head.

Mogi.

It's been about fifteen minutes Moza spent calling the boy. But there's no answer.

Moza wouldn't be too stressed if that was all that happened. If only Moza didn't know the fact that Mogi was sick.

That's why Mogi is not present to accompany him to work now.

"Hello?"

Moza was slightly aghast when she heard the voice of a man in a hoarse tone, as if she had just woken up.

"Mogi?? How long did he answer? You why?"

"Ah... Notwithstanding. Mogi's just confused how to use this flat object."

Moza breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out Mogi is fine. But it's true too. After awarding Mogi a mobile phone, Moza should have taught the boy how to use it.

"What's up, Moza?"

"I'm back home. What do you want for food?"

"Mogi doesn't want anything. Moza wants to go home."

Hearing Mogi's voice just now, Moza couldn't bear it. An explosive spirit, and an ear-splitting voice were no longer heard in the man's voice.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You really don't want anything?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"But you have to eat something."

"Don't want to."

"Es cream?"

"Don't want to."

"Biscuits?"

"No."

"Yourd?"

"Moza cepet back home... Yea?"

Moza sighed, "OK."

"Cieeeeeee!!!!"

Just finished calling Mogi, Moza turned her head when she heard Hana and Billy compactly coming at her while teasing her like that.

"The longer the stickier you two are. What glue, anyway?" Hana laughed as she looked at Moza with a faint look.

Moza rolled his eyes lazily, "Say a girl who from just now together does not want to escape the same guy."

"Muahi...."

Billy smiled at Moza, "I'm really worried. Lo why else, anyway? Ah, wrong. That is to say... Why else?"

"Mogi fever. It's been three days. He doesn't want to eat, take medicine. I want to stay in the apartment with him. That kid is spoiled. But shit...."

"...I'm thinking."

"Zp... Momogi has a fever, not a stroke. You don't have to keep going with him. In any case despite his behavior to the grim snot boy, but I know he's strong." Hana patted Moza on the shoulder.

"You want to make a noise, Na?"

Billy laughed, "You want to go home now. Time's up, too."

"Dihh?? How come? I told you not to go home???" timpal Hana looked at Billy. "Not sirik. Lo nemenin I'm this malem. Rio's permission won't be in today. Okee???" Billy answered.

Hana chimes, "Yes already. This time I was the same as a new couple. Benefitin time for 'ehem-ehem' same as Mogi, yes ahahahhhahahahah!!"

Moza shook her head, "Bil, have you called the doctor?"

"Udah. But not nguruh. Even the doctor who entered the RSJ because he haha."

Hana's wide-eyed, "Lohh? How come his mouth's asking for disleding?"

"I thought only Mogi was sick. Cepet healed yes, Na."

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

The slingshot of the door was heard when Moza opened the door of her apartment. And his eyes were greeted by a messy scene instead of playing in his living room.

Sofa pillows on the floor, five glasses lined with tatters on the television table, and Mogi's cars hanging next to the wall clock, yes Moza himself did not understand why it could get there.

But, yeah... It has become commonplace. If Mogi is in the apartment, don't expect everything to stay clean and tidy. Because even though he was sick or whatever it was, Mogi would still be a little devil who is a hobby of ruffling.

But Moza was relieved. If Mogi can still make her apartment like Hiroshima during wartime, that means....

...Mogi is fine.

Sighing a long sigh, Moza put down her little brown bag and began to tidy up all the mess.

After finishing and making sure the entire apartment was like a normal human residence in general, Moza stepped into the room where Mogi was.

Door opens. It was clear that Mogi was lying in bed. The man in the dark blue pajamas patterned with polar bears looked limp. Her pale lips could clearly be seen by Moza.

The girl approached Mogi and stroked her hair. The excited face was no longer visible when Mogi curled up in this state.

No matter how sick you are, smooth and fragrant hair you always make me calm, Mogi, whispered Moza in her heart.

"Hmm? Moza's home yet?"

Mogi smiles. A moment after opening his eyes just now, Mogi woke up from her sleeping position and sat down before Moza.

"Hi."

"Where now?"

"Mogi's head is still dizzy."

"That's because you rarely eat."

"Don't eat, Moza. Pait food. Wlee."

"That's because you're sick again."

Mogi pressed her lips, "Huuhh... It was bad pain, yes. Even now Mogi's head seems to be playing around like a slim kayak."

"There's no good pain, Mogi. This is the result if you are stubborn. I told you not to rain, still a wayward. Sick, right?"

"T–but exciting. You can play with frogs...."

"Keep sick, those toads that took care of you?" Moza looked at Mogi sharply for a moment, before turning her eyes away.

"Mogi, Mogi... If you don't want to take medicine, don't get sick. If you don't want to get sick, don't look for the disease."

"Yeah sorry... Next time Mogi dengerin Moza."

"Yes, I know. You beat me up, keep going so long."

"Damn... How wicked?"

"Evil? Not really beg–"

*chup!!

"Let Moza not be angry anymore hehe."

Moza was silent. His facial expression turned flat when he realized that Mogi had just kissed his lips.

"K–you think my anger will go away just because of that?"

"Hm... How about longer than that?"

This kid really... Learn from where, anyway?? moza's grouse in heart.

"Udah, ah. Now that you eat, continue to finish it taking the medicine I brought. There is no rejection" said Moza while showing a brown paper bag to Mogi.

"Baaaaa... Maaauuu! Paiiiittt!"

"Whatever, anyway. At least there will be no more Doraemon for you."

"OK, Mogi's taking medicine."

Moza smiled obliquely, "Good boy."

...(ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)...

"Moza's."

"Hmmm...."

"Mozaa."

"What??"

"Where the hell is this wearing?"

Moza. The girl saw Mogi clutching her mobile phone a few days ago.

"So when to answer Moza aja Mogi teledon confused."

Moza sighed, "Phone, Mogi. Not teledon."

"Yes that means something."

"I'll teach you how to wear it, if you're healed."

"Lohh?? Is Mogi healed?"

"Cheal whats. Your voice is so bad."

"But Mogi took the medicine!!"

"Medicine let you heal. It has nothing to do with HP."

"Seriuuss?? How's Moza nyebelin??"

Moza frowned, "Kok are you angry?"

"Did? How come Moza's here to Mogi?"

"Why are you also like this to me?"

"Yes! Mogi lash!"

"Take a second there."

"Truly gambek, you know."

"You're really craving or snoring HDC is also up to you."

"Mozaa don't do that, dong."

"You can't be gini either, dong."

"Oath, huh?? Mogi Moza took medicine. Now Mogi wants to ask to be taught to use this flat object Moza gak–"

*chup!

Mogi's eyes blinked a few times. The man with split hair in two was looking at Moza with round eyes his plain face.

Seeing that, Moza smiled.

"You think you're the only one who can mess around?"

...-TBC-C...