My neck hurts. For the past two hours I’ve been watching my clumsy owner, Hana, run around frantically cleaning our small, one bedroom apartment. It seems that today, her boyfriend is paying her a visit and thus leads us to our current situation. Now that she’s finally finished cleaning, one would think that she would sit down and calmly wait for her guest to come knocking on the door. Too bad that’s not the way my owner does things. She’s now pacing around the room, her eyes fixed on the door while crazily muttering under her breath.

“He isn’t going to bail out last minute is he? Its already been five minutes past the time that he said he would come at.”

I looked up at my owner as she continued to churn out more of her negative thoughts. If I was capable of sighing, I would’ve done so several times. I leapt down from the couch and on to the rug. I started to stretch out since I had been sitting for a rather long time when something had caught my eye. Tucked under the couch and slightly poking out was the strap of a particular garment. Hana’s bra. I’m guessing in the chaos of what Hana calls ‘cleaning’ she must’ve accidentally thrown her bra aside. I quickly took one of the bra straps into my mouth and just as I was thinking of pulling it out I heard three knocks. Hana had of course gotten to the door by the time of the second knock and thus had not seen the current situation that I was in. There was no time. I yanked the bra out from under and ran to Hana’s bedroom, thankful that she left the door to her room slightly ajar, enough for me to slip through. I could already hear the voice of her boyfriend, who I simply refer to as Mr Boyfriend, exchanging greetings with Hana as I hid her bra deep under her bed.  

I have, by now, gotten used to hearing Mr Boyfriends voice numerous times as Hana had spoken to him on the phone especially during late at night. Adding to that, this is also not the first time that he had come over so I also already knew what he had looked like, albeit this is the first time that Mr Boyfriend had come to Hana’s house alone unaccompanied by the usual entourage, also known as Hana’s friends. Leaving that aside, I now had two options. Either leave Hana’s bedroom and go out into the living room where they were or stay in the safe and quiet of this room. While I was pondering on what seemed to benefit me more, a familiar voice called out from outside.

“Belle where are you? Come on out and greet our guest!”

I slowly edged towards Hana’s door and slipped out into the living to now ‘greet’ our guest. Of course what was happening in reality was different. I was obviously being used as an ice breaker and a topic of conversation between the couple. I didn’t really mind helping Hana in her times of trouble, so with that being said I strolled across the living room and leapt on to Hana’s lap as her hands found their way on top of my head and started stroking. I purred with pleasure.

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“Belle is still as beautiful as before.” Mr Boyfriend remarked while he watched Hana.

“What breed is he again?” He asked.

“Chartreux.” Hana replied.

“Would you like to hold him?” She asked.

Mr Boyfriend nodded his head. Hana started to slowly and carefully lift me from her lap and place me on top of Mr Boyfriends. Now, I wasn’t that fond of being touched by others other than Hana but right now wasn’t the time to embarrass Hana in front of our guest, so I allowed him permission of stroking my fur by slightly bowing my head. I heard a small chuckle from his mouth while his hands slowly traced the same places Hana’s did minutes before. As extra service to Hana, just like when she did it, I also purred for him.

‘I expect rewards for this afterwards Hana’ I silently thought.

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Some time had passed and now I was on the floor, curled up in front of the couple while they snacked on various foods prepared by Hana beforehand. The lull of their conversation filled the room while the tv was quietly rambling on in the background. I wasn’t too bored and was surprisingly often tuning into the couples conversation, using it as entertainment.

“What’s wrong?” Hana asked after seeing Mr Boyfriends blank look on his face. He quickly snapped back into attention and sheepishly smiled at Hana before he replied.

“I was just thinking about whether we would still be in our current situation had I not accidently spilt my drink on you that night.”

Hana inched closer to him and held his hand in hers giving it a small squeeze.

“I’m sure we would’ve met one way or another.” Hana reassured Mr Boyfriend.

Mr Boyfriend smiled back at Hana before his gaze turned into a curious one. He shifted about on the seat, looking hesitant at whether or not he should ask this question before he mustered up the courage and asked.

“About your ex…” He cautiously asked, taking a peek and assessing her face to see whether his question had upset her or not.

She slowly let go of his hands while her face slowly lost its smile. She looked up at Mr Boyfriends face.

“I’m sorry but could you give me some time. Once I’m done, I’ll properly tell you everything.”

Of course this was no easy story to tell since I knew all of what happened between Hana and her now ex. It was a truly heart-breaking era for Hana, one that I wish she would never have to encounter again. I absolutely loathe her ex-boyfriend. He was a despicable human that was devoid of emotions. If I was human I think I would’ve landed my fair share of punches and then some.

Mr Boyfriend cupped Hana’s face with both of his hands and looked straight into her eyes.

“It’s ok. Take your time and tell me only when you are completely ready.” Mr Boyfriend said slowly rubbing his thumb against her cheeks. She nodded at his reply and slightly turned her face, kissing his palm that was cupping her cheeks. Although she was the one who did so, she still turned noticeable red. Mr Boyfriend grinned while inching closer, keeping her in place with his hands either side of her face. Once close enough, he gave her a small peck on the lips before going in for a slower more longer kiss. This was my cue to leave. I had my fill of entertainment for the night and walked into Hana’s bedroom, jumping on to her bed. I stretched out one last time before curling into a small ball and quietly drifting off to sleep. One last thought crept up in my mind while I closed my eyes.

‘I hope Hana is happy now’