Galak Lecturer's Wife
Abhimanyu Sick

Three hours before Abhimanyu returned home, he first came to his company because Joko contacted him, if the author of Pena Rindu withdrew his manuscript, and refused to revise, as he wished.  

Abhimanyu understood that some of his team were disappointed, but how else. He doesn't like a script like that.

“Yes already, it's okay if the script is indeed retracted. We try to filter again only the script that enters.”

Joko who noticed Abhimanyu who was talking she said, “What are you sick?” Abhimanyu's face looked pale. His forehead was also wet with sweat.

“Yes, I'm a little unwell.”

“You want me to buy you food and medicine, sir? Before going home?”

Abhimanyu. “No need. I'll just go home!”

Abhimanyu got up from his seat, but just as he was standing his head was throbbing, his eyes were slightly twitching.

“What is dad okay? Better just rest first. I'll get you a drink.”

“No. But, can you book me a cab? I want to rest at home.”

“Good, Sir.”

That's how Abhimanyu returned to his home. She leaves her car at the office, making Fiera assume that her husband has not come home.

However, when he got home, instead of being able to rest, Abhimanyu instead got a call from the rector, who told him that there would be two more months outside the city. Several lecturers will be involved in it, and that includes Abhimanyu.

Abhimanyu first stepped into his study to check on a few things, but his head was getting dizzy. Early in the morning he did not have time for breakfast, during the day he only enjoyed a piece of cake shared by one of the birthday lecturers.

Finally, just as Abhimanyu was about to return to his room he fell down in the study, unconscious.

***

“Mas!”

Fiera ran over to Abhimanyu who was lying on the floor of his study, his head leaning against the sofa that Fiera used to do his job. The man was half conscious, but still unable to wake up.

“What happened?” tanya's a little worried. Abhimanyu's face was wet with sweat and looked pale.

Abhimanyu shook his head, he did not have the energy just to answer his wife's question.

“Come, wake up first. Why sleep on the floor?”

Abhimanyu was seen opening his mouth to answer, but no sound came out.

Fiera painstakingly lifted Abhimanyu's body to his feet, but his strength was not strong enough. Finally, he sat Abhimanyu on the sofa. “Very heavy. Just sit here first. I'll get you some warm water first.”

Abhimanyu nodded, he closed his eyes as he felt inside his head like a spinning propeller.

Before long, Fiera returned with a glass of warm mineral water and gave it to Abhimanyu. “Minum first.” Fiera gave the glass to Abhimanyu's hand, but the husband was too limp to hold the glass.

“Ba-help...”.

Fiera breathed a heavy sigh. He sat down beside Abhimanyu, then raised his head. “Come, drink first.” According to Abhimanyu, he sipped warm water that directly soaked his dry throat. Earlier, he had thought, that he would die in the room because Fiera did not come, while his head was getting dizzy.

“What have you eaten? Let me get you the cure.”

Fiera recalled, back then Abhimanyu bought medicines.

Abhimanyu shook his head slowly. “A-I, be-not yet to eat.”

“From morning?”

Abhimanyu.

“Gosh! Why would you do that? Is it as busy as it is to rush to eat?” Fiera nagging. “Padahan, usually mas always eat, healthy food. That's what let? Be healthy, right? So, why now even ignore the food. What intentionally?”

Abhimanyu wanted to scream, it was all because you kept me quiet, but unfortunately he did not have the strength to do so.

Fiera breathed a heavy sigh. “Alright, you better go to the room first. Let me make some food. But, I can't make what is it... salad?”.

“Make slurry only, Fier.”

Abhimanyu swallowed his saliva heavily. His tongue was starting to feel bitter.

“Alright, come on, let's go to the room first. Here is not comfortable if you make sleep.”

Given, the sofa in the room was not too big and would not be enough for Abhimanyu who had a tall body.

Fiera grabbed Abhimanyu's hand and she placed it on his shoulder to give him strength. “Ayo.”

Fiera pulled Abhimanyu's body to wake up and took him out of the room. She looked tired because her husband's body was much bigger. “Ah, why is it so heavy, anyway?” grunts, but still stepping towards the stairs. He stopped when he went up.

“Eh, how do we climb to the top? Can mas ride by itself?”

“Yes, who told you to eat all day?” Fiera Manyun, she looks thoughtful.

Abhimanyu was not at all offended by his wife's grumbling, he instead enjoyed their closeness. In fact, for more than a week Abhimanyu had tried very hard just to talk to him, but Fiera always avoided it.

Now, just because he's sick Fiera wants to talk to him and help him.

“Ke your room only.”

“Ke my room? Then where am I?”

Abhimanyu felt his head getting dizzy. “Yes, you are also in your room. Kan, the mattress is big.”

“But, kan—“

“We are husband and wife, Fiera!” Abhimanyu.

Infiera. Yeah, they know they're husband and wife, but, right....

“Fier, fast. Mas engga strong stand continue.”

Ck! “Yes, yes, don't faint yet. I can't carry a mas to my room!”

Abhimanyu did not respond. He just stepped following the woman who was back walking towards his room. Fiera laid Abhimanyu on his bed slowly. He gasped for exhaustion. Holding Abhimanyu who has a body larger than him turned out to be very tiring.

“Mas wait a minute, I make porridge.”

Abhimanyu nodded, closing his eyes. He was really feeling dizzy, his body was also feeling feverish. Lack of sleep and irregular eating, make it drop instantly like that. If he was in good health, maybe he could take advantage of the moment of closeness earlier with Fiera to apologize. Unfortunately, his condition is not possible.

Over half an hour, Fiera returned with a bowl of porridge, boiled eggs, and warm mineral water on the tray. Not to forget, he also brought the medicine he had taken from Abhimanyu's room.

“Mas,” call Fiera because Abhimanyu closed his eyes. She thought her husband was sleeping.

Abhimanyu immediately opened his eyes.

“Eat first.”

Fiera placed the tray on the side of her husband's body, so that he could easily reach it.

“Fier, powerful mas engga make wake.”

Again Fiera could only sigh heavily. “Alright, alright. I'll feed the mas. But wake up first.” Fiera helped Abhimanyu to get up and stare at the pillow behind his body.

‘People are sick, still bother wife!’ fiera grumbled, although her voice was very slow, but because she spoke so with Abhimanyu, her husband could hear well.

“Mas can hear, Fier.”

“Ya, sure. Mas, right, ingga budeg!”

Perhaps, if under normal circumstances, Abhimanyu would immediately put on his fierce face, hearing Infiera's words, but because he was sick and the woman was angry. Abhimanyu can only be patient for now.  

“I'm not good at cooking. Don't know it tastes good or engga.” Fiera bribes for bribes of her porridge. He didn't put too much in the ingredients because he couldn't make porridge. The important thing is that he put in salt so that it is not tasteless.

As for Abhimanyu, he only thought because he was sick, so the porridge felt bad. He did not know that the porridge was just salt. Luckily, there was a hard-boiled egg that saved the taste.

Abhimanyu could only finish half his bowl of porridge. He immediately took the medicine given by Fiera, then laid down his body.

After confirming that Abhimanyu was lying down, Fiera returned the tray containing her husband's plate and washed it straight away.

Fiera wants to do some of her college assignments and also write a new chapter for her online novel, but she thinks Abhimanyu is sick.

Finally, Fiera returned to the room to see Abhimanyu's condition. He touched the man's forehead. “Gosh, why now even high fever?”

Fiera hurriedly took the basin filled with warm water and also a clean towel to compress, hoping that in that way her fever could decrease. He wanted to take Abhimanyu to the doctor, but how? He just can't drive a car. Moreover, it seemed that Fiera also did not see where Abhimanyu's car was. That's why he assumed that the man hadn't come home.

Long enough Fiera compress Abhimanyu. Until finally, he fell asleep on the floor, on a fur carpet that was beside the bed in a sitting state, with his head lying down on the bed.

At about three in the morning, Abhimanyu woke up to feel his body flooded with sweat, his headache had improved, although it was still a little dizzy. The fever has also gone down. Abhimanyu was uncomfortable and intended to change his clothes. When he was about to go down, he realized that he did not sleep in his room but slept in his wife's room.

“Jeez, why is he sleeping on the floor?”

Abhimanyu hurriedly got down and carried Fiera slowly—moved her— onto the bed. Afterwards, he rushed towards his room on the second floor to replace his sweat-soaked t-shirt.

Not knowing what Abhimanyu was thinking, the man came down and went into his wife's room, and laid his body beside her, and hugged her.

Abhimanyu was comfortable. He did not need much time to go back to sleep, until he did not care if the woman he held could turn into a lioness when she woke up later.

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