How to Unlove You?

Part 2: Meow

Cats

They are the real royalties of the world. Not even a Queen of British Monarchy can control them if they wanted to sit still on any place they want to. They are the real monarchy of the jungle where everyone who saw them will be awed. Cheetahs are magnificent runner, leopards are stealth hunter, tigers are wise killer and the opportunistic cat sitting on top of that tree branch is a worship monger. She's been standing there, asking for the cat to get down. A house cat that their neighbor left for her care because they gone to South Africa to see those big cats.

"Come on Neo, get down here," she begged on that Garfield like cat. She wondered why their neighbor named the cat after the Matrix hero whereas the guy is on orange fur with dark stripes. He's not the one! He's not the one! She shouted that in her own mind while crampling her dark hair. Why did she forgot to close their neighbor's door!

"Mari, I think we need to call a fireman for that," her friend said as the girl stand beside her. Billie, her bestfriend since primary days. A brown head and standing tall on her tanned skin courtesy of Southern mother. Yet she can't even reach the cat who just staring down at them blankly. Billie is a girl yet her parent named her after that rockstar who did an opening in that airplane before the lead star sung "Grow Old With You."

"What's going on?" A manly voice asked behind her. That question got a mixed of humor and she rolled her eyes in annoyance only to find a handsome guy smiling when she turned. The guy's hand on his waist looking up to that pretending royalty. Even if the light of the post guiding them, she can see those beautiful blue eyes full of humor. A shining blonde hair, shining face….

Wait, his face is shining? What the heck! A chest who looks like solid based from that slim fit shirt and damn, he smelled great.

Her fifteen year old heart boomed

"Come on Evan, help them instead," a soft voice chastised and they all turned…. Wait she turned right this time, so, they all turned to find a beautiful teenage looking girl with a concerned face. Correct. Even there's concern written on her face, the girl was still magnificent. A little chubby though, but those blonde hairs, dark irises and polite face was so perfect she almost forgot to breathe

A waft of super manly fragrance and a small hairs on her nape raised, she knew the tall man on her back reaching out effortlessly and behold, those chin lifted…. So damn manly.

"Here goes the kitty for the cutie," the guy said while giving her the cat that worth her two months of allowance and he winked at her.

Her fifteen year old heart boomed again.

Suddenly, her whole life changed. She dreamt of him, asked around about him, researching anything about him. That one summer, she saw herself on a white gown. Walking on an isle with him at the end, waiting at the altar while smiling at her. Then there's kids of her, all glowing faces just like their father.

The man of her dreams

Evan Wolfe

"Why did you thought of applying here?" That manly man asked her. Evan Wolfe. As in the legendary Evan Wolfe sitting down behind a huge desk. He's staring down at her resume while asking that question yet her knees trembling as she stand across him. Yes, she's standing in the middle of his office. The guy didn't asked her to sit!

"The company founded for only two years yet making wave in the market, defining the word food franchise in another level," she said in a pretend confident voice. "Also, I think it's an exciting time to join knowing…."

Those blue eyes shot at her and her heart sunk. She cleared her throat, swallowing her nervous stance, "Knowing that there's a lot of space for innovation"