Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]

Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
21. What's Really Going On?


It was like just closing your eyes for a second, then waking up with a body that felt so tired.


I stared at the surrounding area and found myself lying on the bed and covered with warm and comfortable. It was too comfortable for me to realize that I was still in Kurt's apartment, not yet home.


It's totally unethical.


I glanced at the wall clock that showed nine in the morning and now it's July 22. I said this morning because the sunlight was visible from the windows of this room.


In a split second, Kurt appeared in my approach. "You finally woke up. Let's have breakfast. I've made you some delicious food."


"Are we not going to college?" I got out of bed and sat down by the table as Kurt put down two plates of buryto and a waffle covered in mapple syrup. I think the bender is considered bored to be consumed until replaced by a waffle.


"No need, you had a little fever when I checked with the thermometer, '" Kurt replied. "Better rest here."


Honestly, I don't feel anything. My body feels healthy and fit, but why is my temperature a fever? The question led me to hold my forehead with the back of my hand. Instead of a high temperature, I felt normal.


"Perhaps, I should have just been to my apartment and ...,"


"That's it." Kurt cut me off as he got out of his seat and went back to the kitchen, then when he came back, his hands held a glass of hot tea with steam on it. "It's a hassle if you travel here and there. After all, there's no harm if you're here."


Kurt bribed his burittony voraciously. "Where are you sleeping?" I asked and got a response from Kurt with a blow to the head that leads to the next bed. "Sleep downstairs?"


"Yes," Kurt replied with a smile.


"I'm more of a hassle if I'm here." I held the super good burrito until the taste had danced on my tongue.


"Nobody is disturbed. Just relax and rest." Hearing Kurt's words, immediately made me calm in chewing.


However, in this calm and quiet atmosphere, I felt that there was something so upsetting. I looked in all directions, even checking the bottom of the table.


"Did you see my bag, Kurt?" my many.


Kurt nodded slowly. "It's on my desk."


I immediately got up and picked up the sling bag I always carried everywhere. It's not very important. Just a cell phone, a handkerchief I always carry and money to keep watch.


I checked my phone and found the battery had run out. "You have a charger, don't you?" I asked Kurt.


"No." Kurt shook his head. "Your charger type is different from mine. The size is different too. Impossible to use."


My response could only sigh heavily and sit back to eat the food.


After finishing the burrito, I borrowed Kurt's bathroom to wash my face to refresh myself for a while. I guess, delaying the shower isn't bad.


After spending a few minutes in the bathroom, I immediately took the tea Kurt provided me, then sipped it until slowly my drowsiness returned.


Kurt asked me to rest again and told me that my body was really weak until tired. Isn't excessive rest without moving is not healthy? I should have been more active so that my muscles are not tense.


As I began to get up, by accident from the tail of my eyes had seen a cell phone lying on Kurt's desk. That was mine.


How could it be in Kurt without my permission? Before my mouth moved to ask that question, the drowsiness had been acting on me completely until my consciousness became lost upon reaching the side of the bed. I fell asleep again. Sleeping with a strange feeling.


It was like sleeping for a short time, and then I woke up again.


I was only asleep for two hours.


"Away awake?" Kurt greeted my wake with a delicious aroma of cooking. "I cooked steak and mashed potatoes. It is a simple cuisine. But, I think you'll like it."


I also blinked my eyes. "But we ate two hours ago."


"Try asking your stomach" Kurt replied, which made me feel like I was holding my stomach. I feel hungry. I'm really hungry like I haven't eaten for so long.


Kurt placed the dish on his little table and headed back to the kitchen.


I immediately sat down in front of the food provided and began to be tempted by the aroma.


When Kurt returned, I looked up and said, "Can I use your bathroom?"


"Watch as you like" Kurt said with a faint smile. "If you want to take a shower or change your clothes, just take my spare pack in the bathroom glass cabinet."


"You got a girl-sized dress?" manyu astonished. It would be strange if a guy could keep a girl's clothes.


Kurt raised both eyebrows. "No, but I kept your shirt in the glass cabinet. Sometimes you leave a laundry shirt on me and forget to pick it up, right?"


Suddenly my face became red. Apparently, I was previously completely unexpected in a relationship with Kurt.


"Eat it first." Kurt sat opposite me and started eating his food. I followed Kurt's request to eat first.


When I finished, I cleaned myself with a bath until fresh taste enveloped me.


Amongst this fresh feeling of calmness, there was something strange on my mind. I felt so long in settling in Kurt's apartment. However, time said that I was here for only one and a half days only. It's been a while, but my feelings are more than that. Maybe I should just go home?


After I finished the bath, I was given orange juice by Kurt and I took only a few sips.


"I think I should go home" I said as I took my bag which was still full.


Even the phone I saw on Kurt's desk was in my bag again.


I stared at the screen of my phone that was still dead due to running out of power for a while. "Too troublesome if it's here continuously."


Kurt sighed heavily then shook his head slowly. "All right, I'll deliver."


Just as I was crouching in front of the door to put on my shoes and fix the sole, my gaze became blurred. My mouth was yawning, my head was heavy and my body refused to move.


"Kurt, like me.." I'm not done with the words yet, my level of consciousness has been drastically reduced.


"Why?" Kurt's voice was so faint that I couldn't digest what he said next.


Now I am at the door and trying to grab the handle hard.


For the umpteenth time, I fell asleep with a strong drowsiness that I could not control.


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