YES-NO SHORTIES(short for short stories of KATHNIEL)

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Comeback:

After I've satisfied my hungry stomach, am now heading back to the starting point where I left the poor Jerico.

But goodness of all goodness, my temper reached the hottest point ever as I was faced by the staff saying my dog leave without further ado. And need no words to say, I slapped left and right the face of the bullfrog! No, am not that violent.

We came in as a group searching for my poor dog. How I thought of my dreams for him on becoming the fairest dog in the community, getting  every females drool on him, yet choosing a Persian cat instead to have a Guiness record! Kidding of all kiddos, I called in his name once, twice, hundreds. Until I reached the point of googleplex damaging the vocal cords I have, the source of my golden voice.

Nothing.

But where else he'll go? I went back home, still nothing.

What kind of punishment is this? First, I lost the giver, now the gift itself?

Just when I was about to give up and cry like a psychotic murderer, a bark calls my attention.

It's not coming from afar. Actually,  I could smell him now like his nose is just a few centimeter away from me. And he is!

I jumped into him from the last position I had and that is in squatrass facing the woods I was searching.

And he's here, right beside me making faces, tilting his head left to right and vice versa like it's his normal doing of hide and seek. I hoped it really is but we both knew it's not.  Because right there at the tail end of the dog tag is a hand of a man.

For like, is it really the right time for us to speak? This encounter is the worst because I smell full of this b*tch dog which was coming from every little corner of the garbages plus my fresh from bed scent and dilapidated face. I should get a selfie now, perfect. Hey, I just want to plaster a pokerface, flushing back all the waters streamed down to the whole of me.

Without any warning, I was dragged into his arms widespread with wings. I can't be sure who made the first move towards whom. All I know is that I'm enjoying the feeling of comfort and safetiness with him. Just like everyday before the very wrong decision has made by yours truly, ladies and gentlemen.

How I wanted to go on my sleeping mode, closing my eyes and have everything stop to stay here in this moment forever when I felt his grip loosen up.

I took a step back to let a space between so I could look on his handsomeness. There's the look of unsure. He opened his mouth, paused but closed it again.

I shook my head, tighten my grip to his shirt---a gesture to refrain explanations. I don't wait to hear any.

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