Dear Girl Mr. Agra
The Debaran is nonstop

Lisa muttered, Anas immediately returned Lisa's phone to its original place, which was near Lisa's hand.

Lisa's eyes blinked and seeing Anas standing in front of her made her frown.

“Do I still dream?” lisa's mumbling is not fully conscious.

“Zico? but why a little old?”

Anas was still, his teeth were grinding, with his hands folded over his stomach.

“Cold once...” instead of opening her eyes, Lisa even closer her eyes and curled up like a kitten.

Anas' eyebrows frowned, astonished by Lisa who was even curled up also shivering. Anas approached and pressed his palm against Lisa's arm, his eyes widened to feel the heat on Lisa's arm which was slightly wet with sweat.

“You have a fever, Lis?”

Anas immediately confirmed the position of Lisa who still hangs her legs, Anas holds Lisa for her to fall down with Baner and then covers her with a thick blanket.

Slumped over worried face at Anas, he walked quickly towards the bathroom to pick up the towel that he soaked with warm water to compress it on Lisa's forehead.

After making sure Lisa was compressed properly Anas passed out of the room to tell Kiran that his friend was sick.

But when he almost reached the middle room, he actually saw the couple making out at the dinner table, annoyed Anas can only pat his eel and turn back his steps to return to Lisa's room.

With lips that continue to grumble, Anas closed the door Lisa's room a little tight, "Basasar couple do not have morals, can not hold it for a while, why should also be at the dinner table! Ck, how about this, Otong woke up!" anas said with a nagging alone.

Anas took his seat on the edge of the bed near Lisa, with annoyed hands he put again on Lisa's cheek which turned increasingly heated, annoyance was immediately changed in panic.

Anas will move but suddenly, Lisa's hand held Anas and muttered, “Don't go, I'm afraid.” Anas was aghast to hear it, , he brought his ears closer so he could hear Lisa's murmur more clearly.

“Mama... they are evil, sick Maa..”.

Anas's eyebrows frowned, astonished by her mutterings, feeling that there was something strange that Lisa had been hiding all along.

Them? who does 'them' mean by Lisa? then Mama? what was the middle-aged woman who hit Lisa that time she saw while dropping off Lisa.

“I miss you guys..” continued Lisa who came back slumbering by snuggling under the covers.

Anas removed Lisa's handrails on her wrist, tidying up Lisa's blanket to properly cover her. He took a compress that was already a bit dry for him to wet it back.

Patently, Anas took care of Lisa all night, with Anas sitting position to check the body temperature of the girl who lay weak there every ten minutes.

The clock has now shown at three o'clock in the morning, Anas can breathe a sigh of relief because Lisa's hot body temperature finally decreased, with Anas gently rubbing Lisa's head which was still washed away in his sleep.

"What's really going on, Lis? can I find out?" said Anas slowly, his drowsiness could no longer be in his custody because he had been very tired since then, added since the flight he could not sleep because he had to send files to be taken care of by Agra's confidant in the office.

The sun was already visible from the eye crackling, Lisa who felt glare finally opened her eyes, but her eyes seemed closed something, something moist, something moist, he picked up something that turned out to be a towel that was half wet. And now his eyes turned to a man who fell asleep in a sitting position near his bed.

Regardless of where he can guess why the man was there, and why there was a towel stuck on his forehead.

"I'm feverish? And he took care of me? really true?" muttered Lisa who was sitting leaning her back on the headboard.

Lisa's lips smiled by themselves looking at the peaceful face of Anas, a face without wrinkles on the forehead as she usually sees, a face that every time put on a flat and cynical look. Now it's like he's seen another person but one look, and one word he can say "Handsome."

But quickly he shook his head, he did not want to over-exalt Anas because he did not want to be wished by a human who could have hurt his feelings.

Lisa sighed, she recalled her dream last night, when she met a woman who was no longer young but still looked beautiful. Yeah, she's Lisa's mother, Lisa's mother.

"Ma, Lisa's grown up. What Lisa can have feelings for someone. Mama can see Lisa from heaven right, they're evil Ma. , they don't allow Lisa to be friends by anyone.''

Lisa's murmur was clearly heard by Anas, yes when Lisa moved to change her position from sleeping to sitting so as to produce a bed squeaking sound that made Anas wake up but still closed his eyes.

And he can conclude, that the woman he saw hitting Lisa was not Lisa's parents, because yes g he heard is, the mother of Lisa was already in heaven.

Lisa put the half-wet towel on the nightstand, and intended to get up from her seat, but it turned out that her leg was stuck in her blanket.

'Aakaakkkhh!' Brugh'!

Lisa fell on Anas' lap, because it was Anas who pulled her so as not to fall down.

"Why are you always so careless, Lisa?" anas asked with his heavy voice typical of men just waking up from his sleep.

Lisa gulped her saliva with difficulty, staring in a close position with Anas for the umpteenth time but her heart was still as usual, pounding so fast.

"Is it feeling better?" anas asked again and Lisa could only nod her head.

For a long time they stared at each other, until I don't know who started their lips are already linked to each other. Do they not feel disgusted? of course not, because the demons are already dancing in the minds of each of them.

Lisa finished their tongue-in-cheek struggle, Anas peeked briefly at Lisa's forehead so affectionately, the two smiled at each other gently.

"Bandah, I will cook porridge for you," said Anas and Lisa.

"Be careful." Anas helps Lisa whose legs are still rolled up the blanket that almost made her fall.

Lisa passes to the bathroom, and Anas passes from the room to cook the porridge as he says to Lisa.

Lisa stood behind the door, as her hand held onto her chest that did not stop pounding, her hand moved rubbing her nose which was like something out of there.

'uh? the blood!'