Warm Kitty, Soft Kitty

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Judul               : Warm Kitty, Soft Kitty (Sheldon’s Lullaby Sick Song)
Penyanyi        : Penny and Sheldon
Album             : Original Soundtrack The Big Bang Theory TV Series
Tahun             : Sebelum Masehi pokoknya lagu ini udah ada

One time, someone has jumped into my life after writing magical sentence on Twitter: “Eh, ini kok agak ganteng ya? Kenalin dong.” Then, somebody else told her not to bother a taken man, but she said that it was challenging for her. Hence, she kept bugging me and asked me to send her my number thru DM.

I sent my number since I was curious.

Literally, I sent her my number with no consent and expectation at all. I didn’t know who she is, she didn’t know who I am. Apparently, we just didn’t know each other. We were just a stranger to each other.

In one night, she texted me on WhatsApp.

“Dengan kang tambal ban?”

From the very beginning, I knew it’s her.

“Bukan, ini kang martabak,” I replied shortly.

After that, we were bumping into some sort of funny conversation till the late night. But, when the next day was coming, she didn’t texted me anymore.

I was waiting since the very morning. She is so funny, but she is not coming back. Perhaps it all was prank, I was thinking. So I went back into my daily routine and forgot about her for a moment. Too bad. At night, I was craving and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Still, I was curious about her. I kept telling myself on and on with the same questions. Why did she come? Why me? And who the hell was she?

So I texted her first, just in case she noticed. And I asked.

“Hari ini kamu belum ngabarin saya. Ada apa?”

It took about an hour until I heard it back from her. She replied me. To that day, I didn’t know why she was taking too long to respond my text. Till I found out that she was truly a hard worker  and she lived between jobs.

Our conversation became more intense and I thought I am falling in love with her, even when I have never met her, yet. It’s crazy, but it’s true.

I, as an introvert, could tell her a lot of stories in one conference call on WhatsApp. I told her everything but one. There’s one thing I kept as a secret and I will tell her that someday. We have a deal with it. It doesn’t matter how dark your past is, she said. I said it is different and you would never imagine that because of my age. She said okay and passed it. She didn’t care about it. She basically didn’t care about anything. And I didn’t know how could she act like that.

Okay.

I have a nightmare since I came back from Yogyakarta. Sometimes I woke up at 2 AM and did nothing but thinking the same shit night by night. It’s terrible and making me sick. But, I cannot stop thinking about it. Sometimes I can fight back and go back to sleep till morning comes, sometimes I lose and cry a lot. But, when she comes every night, she sings me to sleep using a soft lullaby, a song — Warm Kitty, Soft Kitty — before I go to sleep. Then, I find my peace and I can sleep in a proper way.

Her voice is like a marijuana; so smooth and addictive.

At the end of our conversation at night, I’ll always ask her to sing this song. Once she asked me to request another song and I asked her to sing random-picked songs from Asking Alexandria, Black Sabbath, or Bring Me the Horizon. Later, she refused and said “FUCK YOU!” while laughing.

She is so funny, I’ve told you this.

We always start the first two minutes of our conversation with laughing. I don’t know why and I don’t understand what is so funny when we accept a phone call. But we laugh without any reason. After two minutes, we start our conversation with “Hi”, “Hello”, and “How are you”. Then, we will repeat those phrases in the next ten minutes like elder people with Alzheimer.

Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur.
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur.
Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur.
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur pur.


When she starts singing, I’ll be quiet and getting in a deep sleep for the next five or ten minutes. When I wake up in the morning, I’ll find my phone down, crawling under my pillow. And I have no idea who put it down there.

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