LOVE 9 LIVES
LIFE 2

While enjoying tea and talking to Mom, a man came to bring a bouquet of flowers. I know him very well because he brings me flowers every morning. His smile immediately grew as soon as he saw me.

"Everywhere a girl would love to receive flowers. I don't know why Cathy's always so much fun at the sight of this flower."

It turned out that the man saw the dislike I felt. Indeed, I could at least cover up what I felt. And of course, since the man sent me flowers almost every day, he must have known the change in my face. What he brought was also the same as a white rose and there must have been a piece of paper on it.

"This is the flower, Princess."

Again the man teased me. The same words he always said. I also took a bouquet of flowers from the man. The paper on top of the bouquet of flowers I did not notice at all. Because I already know what's inside. There is no reason to keep the paper. My hand violently picked up then squeezed the paper and threw it away.

"Kok dumped?"

Hurry up Mother took the paper. The thing he always did when he saw me throw a piece of paper out of a bouquet of flowers. I rudely said to the man.

"Do you know why I don't like you sending flowers? Because the flowers you sent are fake flowers."

The man just smiled.

"I've heard the reason why she always sends fake flowers. So that her love may remain as the flower."

I did not have time to stand, the flower delivery man immediately left after greeting my mother. Mom just smiled at my behavior with the flower delivery guy. Because often deliver flowers for me, long time me and the man became familiar.

"So the woman does not like to be angry. Especially in front of men, men can be afraid of your deketin."

"Mother what the hell?"

"Lho, didn't you say Mother? Who is not afraid of angry women?"

"Yes...Yeah...!"

I can only say what Mom said. No man likes an angry woman. On the contrary, no woman likes an angry man. Anger is human nature and no human being has no anger. Because anger is protective. As Kisa says, an angry hen will peck at anyone who approaches her chicks. You can imagine that this hen does not have anger, of course, her children will be easily attacked by wild animals. Of course, anger cannot be left without rules. Because anger that has no rules will only make a person nobler than an animal. Anger that goes beyond the limit will make someone do things that harm others even himself. Kisa often teaches me how to hold back my anger. Breathe deeply through the nose, hold for a while, then exhale slowly through the mouth. Throw away the anger along with the breath that comes out of the mouth. Do not forget Kisa always said to change position when angry. When angry in a standing position, sit down so that the anger is gone. When you are angry in a sitting position, lie down. If there is still anger in the heart, take a bath because water can calm the anger in the chest. Anger is like a fire that burns whatever it pleases if it is not controlled.

"Kesyahduan this morning is when he looks at you. My happiness is with you."

I read the poem on the paper. The poem from Tuta that I know clearly he made last night. Because Tuta could only write the poem at night. In silence. Tuta is a man who loves silence. I know for sure it is. And in the silence of—silence that night, Tuta always made a poem for me to put in a bouquet of flowers in the morning.

"Why don't you just choose Tuta? He's very considerate of you."

Again, my mother said that to me. I don't know how many times I don't remember anymore. A bouquet of flowers and paper with the poem on it I always keep after I throw it away.

"If love doesn't come, Mom?"

That answer also came out of my mouth. It was as if our dialogue was an exercise in preparation for drama. We repeat until we memorize the words that will be spoken. Sliding just like that because it has been memorized out of the head.

"Well, but someday I'll see you get married, Cathy."

Mother's last words made me fall silent again. Although the words also often slid from both lips, but still made me not know what to say to answer it. I want to marry Mom. But only with Sega. Though I had long prepared these words, I could not bear to say them. Sega. Until when I should pursue his love, I myself do not know. Mother herself seemed to already know my answer and felt the question was the wrong thing. Both me and Mom were silent and didn't come out a word.

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TIN...TIN...

Kisa's car entered my courtyard and broke the silence created between me and Mom.

"Kisa has arrived. Cathy go first, Mom."

I also tried to divert the conversation once Kisa came. Kisa really came at the right time. I quickly stood by the driver's door before Kisa came out because I knew Kisa would want to greet Mom. And it was true, Kisa immediately intended to come out. As much as I could, I tried to hold the door so that Kisa would stay in the car.

"But I want to shake hands with Mom."

Kisa again tried to push the car door, but her efforts stopped as I stared intently into her eyes.

"OKs...Okay..!"

Kisa got back in the car. Sri, who was next to Kisa, got out of the car and climbed into the back seat of the car. I got into the car and sat in front with Kisa. Kisa smiled at Mom and honked twice. Knowing what Kisa's cue was, Mother nodded with a smile. Both of his hands were fluttering towards the car. There is a sense of haru when you see Mom. See how much sacrifice he has given me. Especially after Dad died, mom always gave it all to me. Give me the really best. I felt very guilty when I decided on the conversation, but I didn't want to argue with him.

"Let's daydream."

I was shocked to hear Kisa. I was really daydreaming until I didn't realize the car Kisa was driving was already running away from home.

"Do you really want to buy a cat?"

Sri who had been silent, started to open the conversation. That is the nature of Sri. Suddenly appeared and made everyone shocked. I was shocked to hear Sri's words.

"Elo bener-bener kayak jailangkung yes Sri. Suddenly speaking."

"Yes. I think it comes from death." Kisa did not want to lose in mocking Sri. Indeed Sri is often the subject of ridicule among so. Although often made fun of, Sri is not angry at all. He even seemed proud to be our mockery. Of course, the banter is still within reasonable limits.

"What is it, what is it."

"Well, sweetie him."

Me and Kisa just laughed with Sri's answer. Because we know that what Sri is talking about is just a joke.

"Seriously this...!" This time Sri looked really upset.

"Gue is also two rius to buy a cat. Why why?"

"Back the banya. I should have, why suddenly you want to buy a cat. All this time don't you ever deket same beast?"

"Next you know for yourself why I bought a cat."

"It's not because the house has a lot of rats, is it?"

Once again Sri succeeded in making me and Kisa laugh. Sri knows very well how I take care of the house. Unused items, I immediately store in the warehouse or if it is really not used, I will give the goods for free to the fleaman who passed in front of the house. The trip to the animal shop was a lot of fun with laughter between the three of us.

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“If that's what, Mas?”

A customer pointed to a white cat. The big, fat angora cat did attract the attention of almost everyone who came to the corner where the cats were placed. That cat is so sweet. The fur is very soft and has been from the little sweet I take care of. For some reason, every time someone asks about the Sweet, I must be with a heavy heart to answer the question. I don't want anyone to take Sweet from this store. My love is already so big.

If you remember when the Sweetie first came to this store, people who currently want to keep the Sweet one, will definitely not look to the Sweet one in the least. The body of the Sweetie at that time was thin and very weak. His eyes seemed to be waiting for death to come. If now the hair of the Sweet white is clean and also dense, do not think that it has indeed been like that for a long time. When the Sweet comes here, let alone the fur is white, the fur looks more brown because it is so dirty because it has never been cleaned. Also a lot of hair that falls out and some parts of his body are barely hairy aka bald. The store owner did not want to buy the Sweet at first, but after I was able to convince him that I would take care of the Sweet, the store owner finally accepted the Sweet.

Currently, the Sweet is like a mascot of this animal shop. The cage is placed in a section that can be seen from anywhere. Of course so that people can easily see the beauty of the Sweet. Different when I nurture the sweet who is still sick. I put it in the back shed and the store owner warned not to let anyone see Sweet. Fear of prospective buyers on the run because thinking that this animal shop a lot of disease.

Which is not finished I think, why people always see something from the outside only. When the sweet is beautiful, everyone scrambles to keep it. However, no one wants to take care of the Sweet while he is still sickly. Never mind buying it, no one wants to. That's what I don't like most about human nature that keeps choosing only from outer appearance.

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After half an hour, we were full of laughter. We finally arrived at the animal shop. My heart stopped beating when I saw a red jeep parked in front of the animal shop. Car Sega. Just like me, I also saw shock on Sri and Kisa's faces. What am I supposed to do? Just this time I saw everything related to Sega. Kisa deliberately kept me away from all things related to Sega. The items Sega gave me, not even Sega's writing should be anywhere near me. I'm kangen. I miss Sega.

Before Kisa held me back, I ran out of the car and into the animal shop. The feeling of this kangen has already arisen in the chest. One month is not a short time for love.

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