A Handful of Love for You
22. Assisting

Alena POV's

“If you don't open your mouth, I force you to open. What way to be forced? Or eat porridge in an alternative way. If Ms. Alena does not want to be fed with a spoon, I take a bribe with my mouth. Want?”

I was shocked to hear sentence after sentence coming out of his mouth. Be fed with her mouth. Whatdoes thatmean? He's gone mad. If only I were not sick, then I would not hesitate to punch his insolent mouth.

But inevitably, disliking, and regrettably not, I still have to thank him for helping me.

I felt a spoonful of porridge stuck to my lips. I was forced to open my mouth because I was quite afraid to hear his words that would feed the porridge with his mouth. That's disgusting once.

After three mouthfuls I felt pain in my stomach accompanied by severe nausea. I'm back to lip-sticking.

“Why won't his lips open again? Let's quickly finish the porridge! After the porridge is finished, take medicine!” gondrong nyebelin's orders.

I nodded and closed my mouth.

His hand was still holding a spoon close to my mouth.

“That's enough,” I said in a clear voice and begged.

“One more spoon.” He forced.

I returned weakly.

“Open your mouth or I will force you to open your mouth,” the command is firm.

I thought back to the threat that he would feed me with his mouth. I shudder at the thought of him making his threat. Undaunted by his threat, I was forced to reopen my mouth and swallow the porridge he had sucked with great difficulty.

Not felt a spoonful after a spoonful, the gondrong nyebelin evaporate the porridge until the contents in the bowl are exhausted.

“Well, if you think it's good. Try to recite from earlier, do not need a coercive drama show. Or do you really want to be bribed using that alternative way, heh?” he said insolent because he had played threatening, teasing and humiliating his lecturer.

I painstakingly opened my mouth to protest at the gondrong nyebelin.

“Why do you call me by your name? You should understand that I am your teacher and I am older than you. Why are you so disrespectful to me?”

Finally, after gathering strength, I was able to also raise a protest that had already been stirred in my heart.

“Sorry, Mom. The habit of chatting with friends,” answers made me even more upset.

“Don't be upset like that. Later his vertigo relapsed again.”

“Who hurts vertigo?” tanyaku. I felt like I had never experienced vertigo in my adult life.

“It seems like vertigo if I see from the symptoms you just showed.”

“I...no...” I still deny, do not accept if I get vertigo.

“I know because my mother also has vertigo disease. When you were in the parking lot, I saw that you almost fainted. Then you said that your vision was like going around in circles. Then you also experience nausea that is very much to want to vomit. Yes, right?”

I nodded but immediately closed my eyes because I felt dizzy.

“Pusing, right? Well, the symptoms that you are experiencing are exactly like the symptoms that my mother experienced when her vertigo pain relapsed.”

“I have not checked with a doctor if I have vertigo.” disease I said weakly and still closed my eyes.

“You want me to go to the doctor?” bargained for.

“How can I be healed? You are experienced in dealing with patients who experience vertigo.

“You need to get enough rest and don't think too much about anything that can stress you out,” he explained.

I nodded slowly if I understood what he was saying.

“Still dizzy?” The gondrong nyebelin but handsome asked. Uh, why would I have a thought that he was handsome. I'm sick, but my brain can think no.

After answering his question, I forced myself to wake up from the fall. I intend to go to the bathroom to wash my face and clean myself.

When I tried to stand up, I felt that my surroundings seemed to spin rapidly like a carousel ride. I closed my eyes to avoid my vision spinning.

“Why? Dizziness again?”

I heard the question but couldn't answer the question.

“Definitely dizzy again. Like it's going in circles?”

I still can't respond to it. I feel nauseous and craving vomiting very much.

“You want to sleep and rest in the room? If so, allow me to enter your bedroom. I will help you to arrive at a comfortable bed.”

"Nausea. Wanting to vomit," I said with my eyes closed.

"I'll take you to the bathroom."

I could only nod my head weakly with my eyes still closed.

I heard the door opened and I was shocked afterwards because he slipped his hands on my back and the back of my legs.

“What do you want?” ask me while opening my eyes that I immediately close again because my vision still feels swirling.

"You want to puke, right? I carried you to the bathroom. If you walk later the dizziness increases.

I couldn't reply to her words and just follow through with what she did.

I spewed what was in my stomach into the sink in the bathroom. The current felt him kneeling at my nape.

After being satisfied to take out all the food from the stomach, I felt a tremendous fatigue. Tears began to pour down my cheeks.

“I help you fall on the bed. I know you still feel very dizzy. It doesn't matter if I carry you again?”

I kept quiet and did not answer his question. He never wanted to obey what I said so I better not answer him.

Why is my heart beating abnormally? Does vertigo also cause the heartbeat to become abnormal? I need to see a doctor right away if a headache is affecting my heartbeat. My chest is pounding incoherently. It seems like a bad thing.

He put me on the bed and then covered me.

“I will accompany you until you feel better. If you need my help, just call me."

“Ya, thanks,” I said softly. I guess I should be grateful that he's here. For a while I put aside my feelings of hatred for him. I don't care what he calls me. If only I was in good health, I would be angry every time I heard him call 'you' to me.

“Can I open the closet to get a change of clothes for Mom? Wear loose clothing to make it more comfortable. Which one's the closet where the shirt is? I was worried about opening the wrong part of the closet.”

I showed you the closet where my clothes were placed. Luckily I put my underwear in another closet so I wouldn't be ashamed if she saw my underwear piling up in the closet.

She kept my pajamas on a mattress complete with an instant hijab.

“This is his pyjamas. I'm out so you can change clothes. You can also open your hijab and if later you tell me to go into the room, you can wear this veil.

I can only nod.

"Yes, I'm outside. Remember that! if you need help, just call me.”

"Hm... Thanks." Thanks."

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to be continued.....