Losing Us
Ill

Just about to find a comfortable position to sleep, Anara's phone rang, making her have to get up and pick up the incoming phone.

Arsenio's contact name which she had already added to the emoticons of the face of the rampaging person behind was plastered on the screen, making Anara turn the eyeballs irritated.

“Halo.” The sauce is a bit tart. It's too bad he actually has to talk to Arsenio now. But rather than later they fuss, yes inevitably he still lift.

“Lo where?” ask the man not to lose.

“Hotel.” Anara answered briefly. He thought, tumben once her cute husband cared where he was. Isn't it usual that the man doesn't even care whether he's still breathing or not? How strange.

“Ngapain? Why didn't you tell me it was the same?”

Anara put away the phone for a moment, cursing Arsenio with a pawing lips without a sound. After being satisfied, then he stuck the phone again to the ear and he answered Arsenio's question. “Mau staycation, bored at home. You also usually don't care what I want, so why do I ask permission?”

“It can't be that way, it is. This is my house, you have permission if you want to go in and out!”

Oh, just because he hitchhiked, so Arsenio felt he had the right to ban. Didn't he? “What matters now you know. Why do you suddenly care so much?”

Instead of answering the question about why he suddenly cared, Arsenio went back to nagging. “Gue don't want to know, tomorrow morning you go straight home! Don't bother Mother again nothing, you can continue to be as it pleases, yes.” Then the phone is turned off.

Anara took a long breath. He saw the dim phone screen for a while, before finally he decided to turn off his phone so that Arsenio could no longer contact.

“Enak just play tell me to go home, this I've paid for a three-day staycation, know!” Anara grumbled to herself, and then her dead cell phone put her in the nightstand drawer next to the bed.

Not wanting to take a headache about Arsenio's unimportant tirade, Anara again laid her body. The blanket she pulled up to the border of the neck, then she closed her eyes and began to imagine beautiful things as a routine that she had been enjoying lately before she got into dreamland.

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Anara's stomach feels uncomfortable. Excessive nausea to make gastric fluid rise up to the throat. He ran around the ridge, going into the bathroom only to spit out yellowish liquid.

His breathing was wheezing, sweat pouring out making his whole body feel cold and moist. After feeling the condition of her stomach better, Anara was sitting limp on the bathroom floor. Closet he closed after previously finished diflush. Then, he spread his head which also began to feel pulsating on top of the closed closet.

For a long time, Anara closed her eyes. While recalling, roughly what he ate wrong yesterday so that now, early in the morning, he had to experience unbearable nausea like this.

Come to think of it, Anara did not find anything wrong. He has no history of mag disease or stomach acid that can trigger the presence of nausea like earlier. Even with coffee, he had no problem with the drink. The hull was fine, it could receive the concentrated liquid well.

Feeling that she had been in the bathroom for too long, Anara got up slowly. Nausea was not felt, but his head still felt heavy and his body suddenly felt weak.

The cold bathroom walls became the pedestal that helped Anara return to the room. His limped steps managed to bring him to the bed, and he immediately threw himself down in a curled position holding his stomach.

A few minutes in that position, he had to get up again because the bell in his room rang. It must be service room service, came to deliver breakfast menu that he had written in the memo and he stuck in front of the room door. Anara is too introverted to be willing to go down to the hotel restaurant to take breakfast, so she does always take advantage of room service whenever she stays.

The door to her room was not, then a well-dressed male hotel worker in a red bow tie asked for permission to enter to put down her ordered food menu. After that, the worker immediately resigned and Anara returned alone.

Anara glanced at the breakfast placed on the table with no interest. Although the vegetable salad doused with that special sauce looked fresh, he still had no appetite to devour it. Same is the case with a plate of fried rice decorated with perfect cow's eye eggs. At the end, Anara just took a small mineral water and downed it to the mark.

Breakfast was not touched. Since his head was still not improving, he ended up re-lying himself on the case. In the meantime, he'll wait until noon. If his condition still does not improve, then he will go out to check into the nearest hospital.

Seriate