Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
To you My wife

Damara felt disturbed from his rest because Jerricco's body moved restlessly, his nausea was gone in place with pain. Damara knew Jerricco was dreaming of Mira, he just silently looked at Jerricco's face.

“Dear, I haven't forgotten you.” Damara's ears heard Jerricco's delirious class, not just pain but like a sharp object splitting his heart.

Damara tightened his embrace on Jerricco, his face he buried in the chest field Jerricco. His tears broke instantly, even he could not help the sound of his sobs.

There was something that brought Jerricco to his consciousness, the sound of Damara crying. She opened her eyes, her chest wet from the tears Damara was holding her. Jerricco kissed Damara's head, hugging Damara tighter than usual.

Jerricco believes his last words to Mira were heard by Damara, he could not say anything his tongue was mute. Wanting to explain anything will never end either, but only to scratch the wound on Damara's heart.

Damara could only cry she did not know what to do, obviously this was indeed a risk she took. Who's mad at you, Mira? Or Jerricco?

There's nothing wrong, which is obviously him being wrong for getting into the lives of Jerricco and Mira.

Jerricco tried to keep his body away so he could see Damara's face, his nose reddened. Her eyelids were filled with tears, even the grains of Damara's tears were still flowing.

Jerricco kissed Damara's lips for a while and then looked back into Damara's eyes, “You believe me?” Damara could only nod to answer Jerricco's question.

Arvan wiped Damara's tears, “Sorry, I've hurt you again.”

Damara shook her head, “This is not your fault, Mr.” Damara can only try hard as he can, he is unlikely to add burden to the heart of Jerricco who is always in the shadow of Mira.

“Are you still nauseous?”

Damara shook her head, she felt a Jerricco kiss on her forehead.

“Wait a minute, I'll order food for you.” Jerricco got up and walked out of Damara, he approached Kevin who was sitting in his chair while staring at the screen of his laptop.

Jerricco sits in front of Kevin. “Do you already know, why is Damara's face almost similar to Mira?”

Kevin turned his attention then looked at Arvan, “I have not found a definitive answer to that, Lord. Looks like someone closed the access for me looking further about Damara.”

“This task gave to Robert, now order food for my wife,” orders Jerricco.

“Good, Lord.”

Jerricco returned to his private room, he saw the dreamy Damara with a blank look.

His hand ruffled the top of Damara's head, “Hei.”

Damara was surprised by Jerricco's arrival, he tried to give a smile amid the pain in his heart.

 “Sorry.”

“No need to apologize, you are not wrong.”

Damara just lowered her head, even when she heard the sound of the door knocking Damara still silent. It felt like the spirit in him was wavering, he couldn't forget Jerricco's words.

“Dear, I haven't forgotten you.” Those words kept spinning around in his head, like a very annoying broken cassette.

Jerricco opened the door and brought food for Damara, he kept it on the table. Then came to Damara who was still sitting on the bed.

Jerricco leads Damara to sit on the sofa in the room, while Damara simply complies.

Damara noticed Jerricco cutting food, “That's what?” Damara was curious about the food Jerricco ordered for her.

“Chicken parmigiana, typical Italian food,” replied Arvan.

Damara received his first feed, as the food went into his mouth he felt the chicken being battered with crispy flour.

Damara also feels a savory sauce and a little sour and sweet.

“Enak,” praise Damara.

Jerricco cut back and fed Damara back, until the food on his plate was gone.

“Again?”

“No, I'm full.” Damara doesn't want to feel nauseous anymore if she fills her stomach too much.

Jerricco took a glass and helped Damara drink.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Because it has been caring and paying attention to me.”

Jerricco kept a glass in his hand, he stared fixedly at Damara. “No need to thank, I sincerely do it for you my wife.”