Shadow

It’s been 11 years since the first time I saw you.
Me, a 17 years old student who always feels sad all the time, saw you, singing, screaming, and head-banging with all of your heart to your own written poems on a rainy autumn night.
My silly younger self falls in love with those poems of heartbreak, despair, and loss because to be honest, you’re not my kind of type. But, I’m falling deeper after I knew every little trivial matter we shared. 
Our same birth-month, same blood-type, same zodiacs, favorite McDonalds’s menu, favorite desserts, favorite movie-genres…
It’s funny because we tend to see similarities with our favorite person just to feel close to them.
So do I.
Your hate is so addicting that I start to feel calm when I see you expressing your feelings.
You shout, you cry, you bleed in front of sparkling eyes of hopes from people who adore you.
You give me the cruelest gift you could ever give to someone and here I am giving you a bit by bit of my shadow so you know I’m always there.
Ever wondered about a face you always see inside your dreams? The one who always messing your head even after you woke up?
11 years later, nothing’s changed. Though you broke my heart, you’re still my favorite person whom I adore wholeheartedly. 
I’d go with you, anywhere, anytime if you asked me to.
But ironically, we are just as close as strangers in the dreams.

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A Song

This song reminds me of you.
I raised my left eyebrow. Suddenly? What song?
This. You hand me one of your earphones so I can listen to it.
Hm… Isn’t it a bit gloomy?
You think so?
It’s not? So what makes this song reminds you about me?
I don’t know, you shrugged off.
We listen to the song until the end. You take your earphone back.
I’m going to listen to it again.
For what?
I like this song. 
Here we go. Once you feel like attached to a song, you would listen to it until you could ‘understand’ it. People might think you’re mad while looking outside the window, but it’s just you thinking in your serious mode. 
And here, I’m just watching you lost into your world.
Sometimes I feel jealous. I want to go to that world too. So I could ‘understand’ you better.
What did you see?
What did you hear?
So is this how it feels to be left alone?
Ah, I feel stupid now.
Hello, knock, knock! Are you there?
Oh, you’re back?
Yes, and I guess now I know.
What?
Why this song reminds me of you. 
You nod and smile. 
And the rain starts falling outside.

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Cat's Eyes

It’s a bright afternoon today.
Nice weather with a gentle breeze.
A good day to stroll around.
But it’s already at 5 o’clock. 
I stand by 15 minutes ago in this place.
I’m counting while scratching my back.
1… 2… 3… 4…
The door creaked open.
Oh, there you are!
I’m watching you closing your window from the outside. That wooden window which always makes a loud screeching noise when closed.
And after that, with wary eyes, you watch over your surroundings before go back inside.
I understand. There’s always a demon lurking from every dark corner. I agree, we have to stay alert anytime. Because I did that too.
Sometimes you would see me, stop for a while to exchange a stare or waving your hand while smiling before going back inside.
Or sometimes it’s me that takes too long strolling around the neighborhood so I missed the chance to see you.
What kind of person are you?
What kind of life do you live?
Sometimes I wonder.
See? You wave your hand at me. I stare back at you.
Hm? You tiptoeing right to where I sit. You don’t have to, actually, because I won’t go anywhere.
I can see you clearly now. 
You still smile and closing your eyes as slowly as possible.
It doesn’t take too long for me to do the same.
You wave your hand, still smiling and head back inside.
Human is sure fascinating to be observed.
See you tomorrow, human!

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Confession

Am I going to say it or not?
I sighed as I’m scrolling on my Twitter feeds.
Trying to find some distractions from the voice inside my head.
People still complaining and only care about themselves.
I let out another sigh.
Sipping my cold caramel macchiato to get away with the heat.
Though the air conditioner blasting the cold breeze inside this café.
Well, I’ve kept it for a long time now, so I guess it’s okay?
I don’t know.
Then there you finally come, walking through the door with that innocent face.
You take your ice Americano and talk about your current projects.
I’m listening. Yeah, but I developed some skills to think separately whether should I or shouldn’t I. Calculating every options and possibility while giving the response you need to hear.
And when you stopped talking, I guess it’s finally my turn to test on today’s luck if I ever have it.
Telling someone about your feelings is never be easy. At least for me. Nobody ever properly teaches me how to do it.
I look at you, trying to figure what’s on your mind after hearing such… surprising confession? I’m not sure you’d be surprised actually, and yeah, look at that smug face.
And I can’t really hear what you say afterward. But I’m sure you really mean everything you’ve said.
I don’t know if we make a good decision or not but I know we have this tendency to make things turn so bad.

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Overthink

I feel like I can’t focus on anything today.
I try to do my work as usual. I finish it on time with only a minor revision. But I still feel there’s something off today.
I check everything. My next work, my schedule plan today, my to-do lists, my desk, drawer, surroundings, but I can’t find any anomaly. 
My friend jokingly said I might be wearing unmatching socks, but that’s not it. And no, I wear a matching one today. 
I eat my usual menu for breakfast and lunch. A bowl of chocolate oatmeal with hot tea and lunch menu set provided by a family restaurant near my office. I didn’t drink coffee instead of chamomile tea for a month, but that’s not about it. 
I’m scratching my head, wondering what is wrong today.
As I glance at my phone, I realize something.
Um, could it be...
My head might be bleeding from this continuous scratch but I don’t know how to react. 
Uh… It’s not that I didn’t notice, but…
Should I?
Nah, you could be laughing at me if I ask.
Or simply brush it off with that common lies.
Overthinking never helps, but here I am, staring at my phone with my mind full of unnecessary thoughts.
After that continuous typing-erasing thing, I give up.
Maybe not today.

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Tsundere

I’m not ready yet.
Please, please, I need to go to the bathroom.
I’m drenched in cold sweat.
I bite my lips so nobody could see them trembling.
Oh no, no. I’m barely breathing.
To the point I might need CPR.
Anybody, please help!
Does this room always this full?
It seems like the oxygen in this room getting lower and lower, makes me difficult to breathe.
My pulse is getting higher.
I can feel my face turning red as my cheeks feel hot. 
Great, fever attack!
I want to cry. I really want to go home.
Calm down, calm down.
Take a deep breath. 
Inhale, exhale.
Hey, over here!
Yes, it’s you.
Oh, hey, I said. Trying so hard to control myself.
I thought you wouldn’t come, you said with that cute smile.
Well, at first I thought I’d better at home, but well, I guess… not too bad to hang out, sometimes… and the Wi-Fi signal was bad, umm…  so I couldn’t reply your text…
I feel like I want to punch myself right in the face, super extra hard.
But you’re just giggling, saying it’s okay and talking like there’s nothing wrong.
I hope you don’t get me wrong.
I’m confined by this loneliness, so it’s kind of attempt to defend myself.
But it seems like you can see through me.
So which one is the real me?
Please tell me if you already know.
Whether I’m deeply in love with you or not.
I will jump out of this skin if I am.

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Quarrel

I love you.
That’s what you said years ago.
But everything goes wrong. So wrong.
After all this time, I gradually realized.
You never really listen to me.
Feeding your ego brain but you never satisfied. 
You will never be satisfied.
I’m fed up, enough. 
Stop it, Darling.
I do this for you, I did that for you, why you always like this? Why’d you never listen to me? 
That’s what you said to me.
Um, sorry, so you try to blame me and playing the victim here?
Well, yeah, yeah, thank you for loving me so much with your ego.
But, no, no, thanks, it’s enough.
You did everything for me? Really? Not for your ego so you can be boasting some nonsense out there about our rotting relationship?
Why can’t you see that I also want to be listened too? 
You think you are the only one who was tired?
You should really make me happy, not just pretending to make me happy.
Complaining about everything without even noticing how I feel.
Now it’s my turn to talk.
Wait, you haven’t listened to what I said!
I’m gonna spill everything and I don’t care if we’re gonna fight.
You are the rotten root which broke our relationship, yet you never realized.
And now it’s too late and I don’t wanna waste another time to spend with you anymore.
Shut up, Honey.
It’s better for you to leave now, go far away as far as you could.
I’m so sick of you.
I hate you.

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Saudade

The bar is full today.
Most of them dancing along with the blasting jazzy sounds while the other sit on the sofa, either talking or flirting. 
I sit at the bar alone. My fifth glass already half empty. I need to stay sober yet I want to drink until I could forget everything though it’s not a good idea. 
It’s never been a good idea.
I wake up just to feel emptier day by day. Those mornings where I spent most of it in my bathroom threw up everything I ate the night before and barely conscious. And also that time when I saw you walking down the street with your favorite black attire from my rear mirror right before I parked my car to spend another depressing night drowning in alcohol. 
I still wake up in the morning, spending my day like every other day. Where the sun still shining and the moon still hanging lonely at night. 
And I swear I could still hear your voice. Waking me up as usual with the scent of your favorite black coffee spreading throughout the apartment.
And then I laughed until I could feel tears streaming down on my cheeks after seeing pity-self reflected in the bathroom mirror.
How did we get here?
I sit on my couch, buried my face in my hand. Finally trying to grasp on reality I’ve been avoiding all these years. 
You haven’t been here for years.

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Election Day

Today is General Election Day in here.
My parents woke me up in the morning, so we could vote early. I’m not a morning person, but I had to.
I never talk about politics. I don’t hate it, but sometimes a bit annoyed when people talk trash about one or other parties. Why’d you had to focus on the bad side instead of the good side? That’s why I prefer to be an observer, so I could see in another point of view. There’s no friend or enemy in politics, so it’s best to open your eyes wide and have your guard on. It’s all started in 2014 when there’s a lot of commotion caused by politics. My Facebook feeds, which once full of funny yet sometimes drama posts of weaboos, flooded by politics posts. It’s not that I don’t care about politics in my country, but I hate it if it was talked by someone who was blinded by a certain thing. And for the worst, sometimes WhatsApp Group also talked about politics.
But I’ll never unfriend them. Because like I said before, I have to know every side of it in order to see in a different point of view. Besides, Facebook has this hide post feature, and I simply hide those hateful posts. I try not to unfollow or block someone unless they’re extremely bothered me to the point I assume it’s better to ignore their whole existence at all. Mostly on personal level.
I tend not to tell anyone about my choice. I do have my choice, and I prefer to keep it for myself. 
And whoever wins, I hope he could support my country to be better than before.
Ah, one good thing about election day is those culinary promos and discounts! Yeay!
But sadly, since I’m not in the good condition, I might be missing those promos *sobs

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Option

My uncle once asked, which one do you prefer, go to sleep easily or wake up with ease?
I didn’t need to think a lot, so I just blurted out my answer, go to sleep easily, of course.
Maybe I had insomnia. I don’t know, I never discussed it with any therapist, but I do have trouble sleeping. It’s hard to sleep before 12 AM. I just don’t feel sleepy at all even though my body feels tired, even though I feel like lack of sleep and sleepy all day, but I just can’t sleep easily before 12 AM.
And even if I could sleep a bit later after 12 AM, I often woke up around 3-4 AM. That’s why I prefer to go to sleep easily.
But when I think again, wake up with ease is also important.
Being a trouble-sleeper, I often woke up not in a good state. Sometimes I could feel my body aching in a certain part. And of course, it could be affecting my mood for that day. It wouldn’t be good if I work with such a mood. Now I understand why my uncle pick wakes up with ease.
But how can I get that wake up in ease if I had trouble sleeping at night?
Sigh… 
Guess I need my chamomile tea.

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Hand

I don’t know why but currently every time I experienced a lucid dream, my left eye always covered by a black hand. I mean like always. 
Why is that hand only covered my left eye?
Whose hand is that?
What does that hand want exactly?
I don’t understand.
in my dream, I tried so hard to remove that hand from my head. But that hand kinda had some sort of will power and not easy to be removed.
As far as I remember, that black hand appeared in my dream for 4 times. I didn’t remember any particular events before that black hand appears in my dream so I couldn’t anticipate it. That’s why I found it weird. 
In what kind of occasion that black hand would appear?
Will that black hand appear again someday?
I don’t know. I hope not. Because experiencing a lucid dream is tiring. You would never feel fresh after wake up and that scene would linger for a long time in your head. Long enough to create a journal based on it as I did here.
I never heard anyone near me experiencing this kind of thing. But I guess, it’s still possible that someone somewhere would have the same nightmare as I did.
Or maybe, that black hand will come to you tonight.

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Dream

Lately, I’ve been seeing the same dream. 
Like any other dreams, I tend to forget the beginning of my dream but at some point, this scene was really vivid and I can’t help remembering it even after I wake up.
I was going to sleep in my late granny’s room at my uncle’s house. Regardless how many people’s talking (or just appearing) outside the room or no matter what the circumstances were, I would end up alone in that room and the room was always dark with dim light from the closed curtains. 
I tried sleeping in that room. But I could never sleep. Because there’s always this thing, I don’t know how to describe it, whether it’s human or not even though that presence always looks like a woman with very long hair. 
When I was laying in the bed, that thing would be beside me and sticking out that face to my face. No, I don’t want to describe it face, but, yes, it’s not a pleasant one. That thing was always tried to disturb my sleep, and I would be trying to repel that thing, reciting all the prayers I know and ended up gasping for breath. I woke up and tried to call my mum, but she wouldn’t come. This was when I realized I’m still inside the dream. 
Fortunately, I managed to wake up though I would be so damn tired. 
It’s been so long since the last time I go to that room. That room is used by my cousin now. I don’t know if he ever feels any negative presence there, but if yes, probably he wouldn’t want to talk about it anyway.

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Han'nya Mask

I woke up with a phone call that day. It was you.
You asked about my house, do you still live there?
Of course, I said, why? You want to send me an invitation to your wedding? I said, half joking.
Yes, you answered.
Oh, wow! Congrats. I did feel happy. I swear. Of course, I didn’t say it out loud. 
Thanks, then see you around 4. End of the call.
And I could hear those songs and smell that scent once again.
Back to the year where this unrequited love has begun. The day where I tried to reach you but you chose to turn your back. The day when your back was more familiar to my eyes. To the days where I search that back amongst the crowd but useless.
Isn’t it cruel to left someone hanging after saying “It’s not that I didn’t like you” but you never gave them a clarity whether they should wait or go? But you did it anyway. 
And after those stories of your love life, after I told myself over and over again to give up on you, you finally reach the last destination. 
You did come and gave me the invitation. I came to your wedding with my han’nya mask wore beautifully to hide those regrets.
Congratulations. Really, I mean it. Though I hate that your wedding day was a week away from my birthday, though I still remember that our birthdate is the same and decided to cut my hair as a symbol of a broken heart. But, it’s not bothering me anymore.
I knew that our story already ended a long time ago. So, let me remember those nostalgic memories on your birthday.
Happy Birthday to you and our withered love.
I hope karma does you right, sweetheart.

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All Right

You said, “It’s over.”
Fine to me. I’ll walk away from you even though I would be thinking of you from time to time. I mean, it’s only natural to think about someone you’ve been together with for some times, right? It doesn’t mean I still care or what, but I admit you once cared for me.
“How do you feel?” I’m not okay, but I will be alright for sure. Don’t ever send me any text asking whether am I alright or not. Don’t you dare to call or suddenly come into my house anymore. Cut that midnight text saying you miss me or reminding me those happy times’ we’ve been on. It’s all useless. You will be the pitifullest person in my eyes if you ever do that.
“I’ll call you,” no need, thanks. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll block your number and all of your social media if you ever try contacting me again.
“I’m not stupid!” Oh, yes, you are. You’re losing someone who knew you better than anyone new. You’re letting go of someone who once love you and accepts and deals with all of your bullcrap. Shame on you.
“Aw, c’mon. I’m sorry,” no you’re not and might never be. I don’t need to be an indigo child or a psychic to read our future together after this pity broke up thing. You are the one who wants this to end yet you beg me to come back to you? Nah, I’ll pass. I’m good without you.
Good luck with finding another person. Go away from my life, shoo!

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Hidden

Another day has begun.
I thought didn’t move much but my body aches everywhere.
I stretched my body while trying to remember what I did yesterday. 
Checking my smartphone to find it almost 11 AM with some notifications. 3 emails, 3 messengers, 2 chats, 1 reminder.
Uh…
I don’t feel like doing anything today but this grave is too cold and lonely. I need something to distract myself at least for today.
I push myself to wake up and making breakfast. Or brunch. Forcing myself to eat something while browsing all of the social media platforms. 
Good news, bad news, I read it all. People complaints, people judges, that’s how society goes.
I try lightening up my mood by listening to some uplifting songs.
This is the time when I know I need to go out. 
When was the last time I got to hang out? I don’t even remember. 
Checking those emails and chats, most of it related to works, but nobody asks whether I’m good or not.
Living too much in silence won’t do me good. I call one of my friends, ask them to go out for a coffee. I got a yes. So I’m preparing myself to go out. I don’t care with who or what kind of topics we talked about as long I could get out of here and run away from my thoughts for a while, I guess I’ll be fine.
Thus, another day has passed.

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My Fair Lady

Only 21 likes…
“Tsk!”
I scroll down, observing one by one other photo in my feed. 
165 likes.
98 likes.
1.283 likes.
What’s the difference between my photo and yours?
Okay, okay, I know I didn’t take my photo while on a vacation or any other grand place but my room, but your photo and my photo are both selfies, so why did yours got more likes?!
I should try another way. 
I check my make up once again, get my key and ready to go out.
Today’s weather is a bit dull. Grey clouds hanging up high, the sky is so white and I can feel a bit cold breeze while walking. It’s gonna rain soon…
I sit on a bench and start to take a selfie.
One time.
Two times.
Three times.
Hmm… Still not enough.
The rain starts pouring down. No use to run so I let myself soaked in the rain. 
Wait, this could be a great picture.
I take some selfies in the rain.
Nice.
I’m too immersed in my phone when suddenly…
“Hey, watch out, dammit!” loud honks and curse words.
Good thing I’m safe, “Sorry,” I murmured. 
My attention is back to my phone, I have to make a great caption too!
Oh, I know!
“Dancing in the rain but watch out, almost got hit while taking this one lol
Take care guuuyyyss!!”
Upload.
I run to home, changing my clothes and grab my phone again.
I smile. As expected, I got 53 likes and also some comments.
But this is still not enough.
There must be another way.
A challenge? Ah, good idea. I should try those challenges. More dangerous, more likes, noted!
Hey, taking pictures with wild animals looks fun, on the list!
Okay, I should start planning on a trip too. Mount seems a cool place, hmm…
This is so fun.
I can’t wait to have more likes and followers.
I will… 
You’ll see…

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Cake

I met my cousin at a family gathering. I was pretty close to him. We often hang out together since his house is pretty close to mine.
He told me about the job interview he did recently. 
“You know, I got this very mind-blowing psychological test in this interview. I asked most of my friends and they couldn’t answer it at all!” he said enthusiastically. 
I laughed, “You sure?”
“100% sure! I never found this kind of test everywhere! This test was so mind-blowing! Damn!”
“Okay, tell me the test.”
“Listen closely: there’s a cake. A round one. You have to divide it equally to 8 people, but you could cut it for 3 times only. How are you gonna cut it?”
I thought for a while.
“Wait, so there’s a cake…”
“Uh huh.”
“Round one and I have to cut it for 8 people equally…”
“But just 3 cuts, yes.”
Hmm…
I started to think again.
How’d you divide a cake equally for 8 people with 3 cuts only?!
My cousin hid his laugh seeing my confused face.
“C’mon. I just need 5 minutes to solve this! Hahaha!”
“Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate here!”
He laughed.
Uh… I, too, never found this kind of psychological test before.
“Is there no hint?”
“I only can say, you have to think outside the box, that’s all,” he said with a smug face.
Errgh…
I tried to imagine something round, divide it in two first but how can I make it equally divided…?
Eh… Wait….
“AH! I KNEW IT!”
My cousin laughed out loud, “I know you can!”

Dear readers, can you solve it?

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Stargazer

“Hey, quick question!”

I glanced at my phone.
“What?” I typed.
You replied fast, “What songs you’d listen while watching stars?”
I paused for a while. Since when you need to listen to some music while stargazing?
“A Sky Full Of Stars…?”
I’m not really sure, actually. I never listen to any songs while stargazing. And if I’m not mistaken, you neither. So why did you suddenly ask that?
“Nah. Other songs, please.”
I think for a while. Trying to remember any songs fitted stargazing. 
“And I Love Her, Stars by Simply Red or Dubstar, Little Stars, Yellow…?
I don’t know, I never listen to any music while watching stars.
Why did you suddenly ask that?”
I raised my eyebrow when I realized you’re going offline. 
I put my smartphone back and continued doing my work. 
But I can’t lie, your question tickled me a bit. 
Stargazing song, eh?
I opened my music folder, picked some songs and played it on the music player. 
As the song played, I opened my window, looking at the night sky. 
Hmm, not bad I guess.
My phone vibrated, a new notification from you. 
“Nothing. I just feel it might be nice watching stars while listening to music.
Also, your recommendations are not bad, might try as well.
Whatchu doin’?”
I chuckled, “Thanks to you, now I listening to some songs while stargazing.”
“Nice, eh? I wish I could do it too. Btw, I have to sleep, already late. Talk to you later. Nitey nite.”
“Nite, sleep tight.”
Now I can’t help to remember you every time I stargazing.

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Little Love

I walked into the coffee shop, and I saw you reading a book with a serious face in the corner seat. I came to the counter to order something and then sat down in front of you.
“I thought you would be late,” you smiled. 
I could feel my cheek became warmer.
“My professor had to do something, so my class was dismissed earlier,” I peeked at the book, “Murakami?”
You sipped your coffee, “Yes. This series is pretty good. You should try reading it, too.”
And just like that, we talked about everything for hours. You and your cold caramel macchiato with cheesecake, me and my hot chamomile tea with a tuna sandwich. 
“I’m going tomorrow,” I sipped my chamomile tea, tried not to look at you. 
“Have a safe trip. It’s only a month. We could text or video call,” you said with that calm voice.
I shrugged off, “I don’t really like video call, you know.”
Another sip as an excuse to hide my blushed face.
They said, there are two things that people can’t hide: sneeze and love.
Trying not to be so obvious when you fall in love is hard. Might as hard as denying it. 
So I give it to you, a little by little. 
So you won’t notice.
Because I’m the one who chooses this way.
But there’s no guarantee you will stay.
And I can feel it.
That I’ll miss you.

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I See You

Okay, so this one is a real story.

Today, when I was thinking about what should I write for today, there’s an orange tabby cat visited me. Not really visited me, just exploring around my home front porch. I peeked through my window because he seems so wary for every slight move near him. The cat is less than a meter from me, but he didn’t aware of my presence. I took some photos of him and when he finally recognized me, he startled a bit and went away hurriedly.

And suddenly, I recalled something similar in the past.

Years ago, when I ready to go to my college, I saw a big cat chilling in my front porch. Being me, of course I tried being friendly to this cat. I squatted down around a meter away from the cat and started clicking my tongue repeatedly, basically doing a catcall to the cat.

The cat didn’t budge. Not even an inch. He just sat there looking at me. I still catcalled him when I realized something odd.

The cat did look at me, then he shifted his gaze to my side. Well, I’m aware I was alone. My family was not at home at that time. I turned my head but of course there’s nobody behind my back, not even a single another cat. But the cat keeps looked at me and to my side several times. And it was around 1 PM when The Sun is on fire.

So what did I do? I got up slowly, saying goodbye to the cat, open the gate, locked it, and move on.

I don’t know what the cat saw at that time, but I hope it’s not the bad one.

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