A Handful of Love for You
24. Eat Both

Atep POV

Duuuh, why else with Bu Alena? Hobby makes people angry and worried.

“Jawab dong! Why are you crying? What is feeling now? His head hurts?”

I approached Ms. Alena and sat down on her bedside.

“If you answer my questions by crying, I don't understand. If you don't want to open his eyes it's okay but answer my question. This is also for your good. If I know what feels the same you will be easy to help.”

“You are a bitch,” replied Bu Alena on the sidelines sobs her tears.

“Lho, sucks how? I've been trying to help you. Why did you say I was a bitch?” many wonder.

“You did not sincerely help and accompany me. If I am not sick, I want to be close to you. You are also not polite. From then on you called me 'you' continue. I am your lecturer, it is not polite to call ‘kamu’ your lecturer.”

Geez, this girl is super shitty. It has been helped and accompanied but the language is still spicy and ugly.

“Whose word am I not sincere? I sincerely accompany you, uh Miss Alena here. But I don't feel good because we're not mahram. Afraid of any demons passing by and teasing me.”

I scratched the nape of the nape that wasn't itchy at all.

“If you are not sincere do not help all of you,” replied Bu Alena spicy.

Aarrrgh.

“Udah deh, mending Bu Alena do not need to talk, do not need to answer questions, do not need to say anything because everything that comes out of Bu Alena's mouth is not nice to be heard by my ears,” I said annoyed.

The sobs of Bu Alena grew louder and louder.

“Eeh... Why is the cry getting firmer anyway? Already...already. Later his head is more dizzy, it feels spinning.”

The sound of Bu Alena's cry was even louder.

“Udah old kok cengeng sih.”

“How-to you!” snarled Bu Alena.

“Yes, I was wrong. Im sorry. I'm not lying to say I'm sincerely accompanying you. I just don't feel good when I spend the night here. I am afraid of slander. So don't get me wrong, yeah.”

Hopefully there's no word that I'm staying here with Ms. Alena. I pray that no passing demon interferes with my faith.

“You hungry? What do you want to eat? Let me tell you I can't cook too much. I'm afraid you don't like my cooking. So what do you want to eat?” my many.

“So,” said Bu Alena gave the most terrible answer that is often said by a woman.

“Eat the soft first. I ordered the chicken rice team. Want?”

“Got like!” An answer I expected.

Women most like to answer it up, but ‘whatever’ it's really abstract. If you say it's up to you can eat anything but offered rice chicken team say do not like.

“Chicken soup, want?”

“Miss!” replied Ms. Alena lightly.

“Tadi said it was up to you. I was offered rice chicken team did not want, offered chicken soup also did not want. So what do you want? I'm so confused.”

We were both silent in each other's thoughts.

“I'm hungry. I want a full lead message. You want?” bargained.

“Serah.”

Again the words are up.

“Ya already, I order 2 full lead. You want to eat or not, UP TO!” pissed me.

“If not sincere, do not need to order.”

Aarrrgh.

“You do suck.” I don't care about her sucks anymore.

“You're a bitch. From then on you kept calling me 'you'. Can't ya just be a little polite to me?” the protest of Ms Alena.

“Sorry, habit of chatting with friends.”

“I'm not your friend. I'm your lecturer.”

“The lecturer is on campus. If you are not in the campus environment, you are not my lecturer.”

“Can't be so. Wherever we are, our position is clear. I'm your tutor and you're my tutoring student.”

“Can't be so. Who makes such a rule?” the answer is not to lose.

“Indeed like that the rules. There are no written rules, but it is ethical. You should know how to be polite to your lecturer.”

“It looks like you've started healing. The proof is that you are starting to fuss again.”

“Is your headache really healed?” my many.

“Stop calls ‘kamu’ on me!”

“No. I'll call Ms. Alena by your name if we're duan.”

“Serah.” Finally, Ms. Alena gave up and faced me who was stubborn and shameless.

After 30 minutes of waiting, our order finally came. There are two packages containing lead rice with grilled chicken, fried tofu, fried tempeh and lalapan complete with sambalnya.

I knocked on Ms. Alena's room door before opening it.

“The connection already exists. Would you like to eat here or outside?”

“Outside only. If you eat here later my room will smell of food.”

“Ya. Can you walk by yourself?”

“Can.”

I helped Ms. Alena get up. He knitted his brows.

“Still dizzy? I just carry.”

I carried Ms. Alena out of her room and lowered her on the sofa in front of the television.

“Eat it here?.” my question when I've dropped off Bu Alena.

“Ya.”

“Ah, forgot. You haven't washed your hands. Yes I have bribed it let it eat quickly.”

I went to the sink to wash my hands.

“There we are only two. No one will see if I feed you.”

I opened the steamed rice rations of Bu Alena and started feeding Ms. Alena.

“Open his mouth. Don't be shy.” my orders.

Ms. Alena started to open her mouth and ate the rice and chicken I had fed her.

“Enak?” my many.

Ms. Alena nodded and I was relieved.

“You didn't eat?” ask Ms. Alena.

“Later after your bribe. That's why you have to eat it fast so I can also eat.”

Instead of quickly chewing the food, Ms. Alena even chewed very slowly when my stomach was really hungry.

Never mind, I don't care anymore about politeness or cleanliness anymore. After feeding rice with chicken and fried tofu to Bu Alena, I also feed rice with chicken and tempe fried dicocol a little chili into my own mouth.

Miss Alena looked at me sharply.

“Don't look at me like that. I have no deadly disease. We eat from the same hand. I am no longer strong to hold hunger.”

Bu Alena's rice rations have been eaten by both of us. I opened my rice and continued to feed the rice into Ms. Alena's mouth and my own mouth in turn. Sometimes I've eaten two mouthfuls when Ms. Alena still hasn't finished swallowing her rice.

Finally, we ate two rice timbel. There was no rice or side dishes left. I'm sure if Ms. Alena eats by herself, the rice will definitely not run out.

I went to the kitchen to get rid of the rice wrap and wash my hands. Unknowingly there was a smile on my lips as I remembered this hand that was feeding on Ms. Alena.

I took the glass from the dish rack and filled it with water from the gallon.

“Drink first.” I thrust a glass filled with water on Ms. Alena.

After Ms. Alena finished the water, I went back to the kitchen and refilled the empty glass with water from the gallon. After the glass was filled with water, I finished the water from the same glass.

I drank from the glass used by Ms. Alena did not mean anything, I was just lazy to wash a lot of glasses and dishes. After all, vertigo is not a contagious disease so it does not matter if we drink from the same glass.

I went back to the living room and sat down next to Ms. Alena.

“You want to be here first or go back to the room?”

“This is it first. I'm bored in the room keep.”

“You watch?”

“Gak. Afraid of dizziness again when watching.”

“Ya already, sit back here just yet.

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to be continued...