Mrs. Kitty
My cat

"William."

The person who became the object of Emma's annoyance simply laughed, the man stared amusedly at the sour face, random hair scrambling, and the tears that would come down from Emma.

"Sorry, sorry. Who's wrong to be the best person in usilin, hm?" William patted Emma gently on the back after she carried Emma in her arms.

"You ngeselin! when can I send you to hell?" Emma releases William's embrace. His face stared fiercely at William. "Don't laugh!"

Some students and students who passed by just stared for a moment and focused their gazes on their respective affairs. William. The man wanted to pick up his best friend who was in college last semester.

Namely, not William if not ignorant. The man saw his best friend on a park bench with some beautiful dress design books.

"I'm like a cat chasing in a got." Emma stared at her wakah in the small mirror she always carried.

William tidied up Emma's book on the iron chair of the park, after carrying a not-so-much book, the man grabbed Emma's fingers, taking her to the parking lot. Throughout the journey Emma grumbled annoyed while tidying her hair.

"Emma." The girl looked back. Tristan, Emma's boyfriend in Chemical Engineering, called her.

"Yes?" Emma let go of William's grasp. He approached Tristan five steps ahead of him.

"Your book, left it in the library." Emma saw that book in Tristan's throat. Fashion designer. The name of the book, the one Emma always carries with her everywhere.

"Thank you." Tristan pats the head of Emma after getting a sweet smile from the beautiful girl in front of her.

"Byee Tristan" The tall man in fashionable clothes waved his hand towards Emma.

"Missy!" the heavy voice of William reigned. "Slow!" his grunts saw Emma's small steps.

"That's a hell of a thing.Menstruation huh?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Ihh." Emma shuddered in horror.

"Disease, huh?"

William kept Emma's book in the back seat of his car. "No, anyway." The girl took her place next to the steering wheel.

William looked at Emma beside him. "Continue?"

Emma looked at William, she looked seriously at the face of the man beside her. "Try you to explain, how a man like you menstruates."

"Unimagined," replied William indifferently while wearing his seatbelt.

"That's what. William, imagine it."

William looked back at Emma, the girl's face flushed red, her eyes staring at William. "If men were mens, then it would be like a hotdog."

"Hot dogs?" william's forehead frowned, a sign of not understanding.

"Yeah. Just imagine." pinta Emma had a little laugh.

William was trying to imagine. Hotdog, food with long bread ingredients, sausages, plus some sauces such as mayonnaise, sauces ... Damn it!!!! what does Emma mean ... UMMA!! Wiliiam nudged jidat Emma toned. The girl fell silent after laughing to get a lot of news that made her beautiful eel reddened

"Your mind!" William wanted to laugh but he was a little embarrassed. How could Emma have felt that.

"Awss. Right, right, if men menstruate like hotdogs!" Emma laughed out loud leaving William who wanted to laugh but was held back.

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WidSeets. The elite complex in the city center looked calm at night. Residents in WidSeet also seemed to take a break from the busy work schedule last afternoon. In the midst of that silence, there was one room that had already been shattered.

"WILLIAMMM!"

"Awssss. OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Emma's parents' house was crowded by screams from William and Emma. This problem started because of the problem of fried rice.

"Fried rice is not using soy sauce." Emma was stubborn when William would pour soy sauce over the fried rice.

"Sauce cake Emma." William also still held on to his knowledge when buying fried rice next to his office.

"Not Willi, fried rice is not using soy sauce." Emma snatches the ketchup bottle from William's hand.

William clucked, he turned off the stove first before continuing his debate. "Have you ever bought fried rice?"

"Right," replied Emma. The fried rice that Emma bought was in a Chinese restaurant that served plain fried rice.

"Wear soy sauce?"

"No, really. Plain. You got the science of where to make fried rice with soy sauce?"

William took a few steps back, he let out a rough breath. The fried rice was soy sauce. Anyway, the fried rice was using soy sauce. Irritated at arguing with the cat in front of him, William walks out of the kitchen past Emma.

The man turned his body to look at Emma, the girl wearing the yellow underwater animated motif pajamas. Inside this house there are only two of them, Emma's parents' assistant has been ordered to go back to the back.

The reason William stayed was an order from Donald— Emma's father who was in Mexico on business.

"Stupid." Emma responded by throwing a sofa pillow in William's face. Not wanting to lose, William hit back at Emma's pillow.

They both throw pillows at each other. Even the big broken jars they ignored. Running from the pursuit of Emma, William ran to the second floor of the— to Emma's room which happened to be wide open. William jumps into the middle of Emma's bed.

"here." Challenge William.

"You come here, down." Emma's orders ruffled around the waist.

For a few minutes they chased after her, surrounding Emma's spacious room. Even the clothes on the walk-in closet have been scattered into a pile of terrible clothes. William stopped in front of the mattress, he chose to lay his body on the soft material.

"Enough! I'm tired." William relented, he was too tired to chase after at next night. Even tonight he's been flooded with sweat.

"I am too." Emma slid her body next to William who was breathing.

William looked up at Emma's room. "Why do we argue, when the world is sophisticated. We have a smart phone to figure out what's right."

William turned his body, he changed the position of the fall into a stomach. The phone in his pocket is in his hand, his fingers running through the screen of his phone. Emma joins in, she's on her stomach, her eyes watching William's cell phone.

"You can see Mrs Wistlyee, if fried rice with soy sauce."

Emma who feels stupid is just a mangut. Was she so stupid that the urn she bought from Italy broke because of her actions. "Try looking for 'chinese fried rice' I'm sure it's not soy sauce."

William typed what his best friend asked for. When what he picked appeared. Only then did Emma feel that her life was not so stupid. Fried rice, with Chinese fried rice it is different.

"We waste too much energy because of this." William changed his body to face Emma.

Emma nodded. He looked at William who was yawning. The man stuck his head in his hands. "I'm sleepy."

Emma's body was in a crisp, Emma's face was devoured in William's arms. William's heart degub sounded clear. William's muscular arms became Emma's head pad. "Good night." William kisses Emma softly.

"Good night." Emma returned William's embrace.

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