Love For My Sad Boy
Chapter 63. The Bucin Virus

Early in the morning, the house was filled with panic. Silva is constantly vomiting. The habit in the morning is always experiencing morning sickness. However, the difference if in the apartment, there is Arkan who will accompany him, massaging his nape while vomiting, and, making him a warm drink and hugging him to calm Silva and provide energy to replace the energy Silva drained after vomiting. So, it didn't take long for Silva to get back to health and do his job as a wife, despite not officially being Arkan's wife. Somehow, every time he inhales the scent of Arkan's body, he will feel calmer and his initial taste slowly disappears.

But now, he is at his parents' house without Arkan present and they are not allowed to meet for a while. Nothing could be a cure for Silva other than Arkan. Although the mother had massaged his nape and head, also made a warm drink that Arkan said Silva always drank when experiencing morning sickness. But Silva still couldn't stop his vomiting. It felt like his stomach was stirred, his head was dizzy, but nothing came out of his mouth except clear liquid.

Now, Silva was sitting limp on the bathroom floor of his room. His back is against the wall. He no longer had the energy to just walk to bed because he was too tired. Even now the nausea is back. Silva could no longer stand up to the sink, so he spewed out the contents of the clear liquid on the bathroom floor. It feels so tormented. This is one of the reasons Arkan is often late for school. Because he has to make sure Silva is okay. Now, they're far apart. What's he supposed to do? Thought Silva.

"Silva!" call Laras enter the bathroom with a panicked face. The woman had just returned from the kitchen to make a concoction of spices that she used to consume when she was pregnant with Silva first. He hopes the potion can also work against Silva. He put the potion on the nightstand, then approached Silva in the bathroom.

"God, Honey... Let's help you to the bed!" shocked Laras when he saw his daughter leaning weakly on the bathroom floor.

Silva was swept by Laras to his bed. Silva was completely drained of his energy. He was no longer strong, just wanted to sleep but his nausea back. Silva vomited again after arriving at the bed.

"Mother, sorry.." great-granddaughter Silva looked at Laras with teary eyes as her vomit liquid splattered on the floor. Especially when exposed to bed linen.

Laras shook his head and hugged Silva. "It's okay, honey. You don't have to apologize. The floor can still be cleaned. The important thing is that you can get rid of fluids that make you nauseous. Now drink some herbs, yuk!"

Silva was forced to nod despite his doubts. Because he knew the taste of herbs was always bitter. But, how else? There are no Arkan-drugs here like this. Ouw, detected Arkan bucin virus seems to have transmitted to Silva.

When he was going to be helped drink herbal medicine, Silva stopped the movement of Laras' hands and looked at the mother. "Bitter, Mother..."

"It's just a moment of bitterness, there is an antidote," Laras replied pointing to a small glass of honey liquid that has been processed with ingredients that Silva and the author do not know. Obviously, he said it was sweet.

Inevitably, Silva nodded and accepted the drink into his mouth and esophagus. A bitter taste invaded Silva's sense of taste right then and there. He felt like he wanted to vomit the new herbal medicine into his throat. However, if it were like that, it would not heal. So, Silva kept him from going fully into the stomach.

The barrel immediately gave the antidote liquid a bitter taste and immediately drank Silva. It was indeed sweet, but the bitter taste was still slightly felt, imprinting at the base of his tongue.

"It's still bitter, Bun.." whined Silva then returned to vomit because he could not stand the bitter taste.

Laras sighed. It was already puzzling what else he should do for Silva to stop vomiting. He really doesn't know how to.

"Yes, Mommy tried to call Arkan first," said Laras and then called Arkan's number.

However, several times contacted, not answered.

"Is it possible in class, huh?" asked Laras while staring at the screen of his phone.

"Yes, Bun. This hour is still lesson time. No need to call Arkan, Bun. Kasian he's been a little distracted with his learning. I'm fine, hoeeek!" Silva is vomiting.

"What's okay?" The barrel again helped massage Silva's nape.

At that time, Laras' phone reads showing Arkan's name on his screen. He immediately lifted it.

"Hello, Arkan!"

"Yes, what's up, Bun?" ask Arkan across there. Unlike Hanum who did not want to be called father before Arkan and Silva married, Laras instead asked Arkan to call him mother.

"This is a loh, Silva did not stop vomiting from the morning. Mommy gave you a warm drink to jamu, but still can not stop. But now I'm still vomiting. What do you usually love with Silva like this?"

Arkan could hear Silva's voice vomiting. His heart was not calm to the point of thinking of truancy and going to see Silva.

"Oh pantes, the cure is Arkan's embrace. So do not want to stop vomiting, because the medicine is not here," concluded Laras teasingly looking at Silva who pursed his lips to hear the mother's words.

"Have you been there yet, Bun?" ask Arkan in a worried-sounding tone.

"Don't! You are in school again. Ask people to pick up your clothes at the apartment. Keep bringing it here, yeah."

"Yes, Bun. I'll call my driver. Later if there is anything to do with me again yes, Bun," Arkan messages with worry that can not be lost. The chauffeur? Yes, now Arkan was picked up by his father's personal driver. Because after school, he had to go home immediately and continue to Setya's office.

"Who, would you like to talk to Silva first?" bargain Laras looked at Silva who had already laid his body while closing his eyes. Just heard Arkan's voice, but his vomit had stopped. Laras did not think it was made.

"No, Bun. Later there Arkan even want to meet. We're getting squeaked again" Arkan replied chuckling.

Laras also chuckles at Arkan's reply. "It can be you. If you want to come here, it's okay. But then again there is no father. If there is, you will not be allowed to enter, even those that are diomelin."

"Eat him Bun, not first, deh. Yeah, Arkan's closed, yeah."

"Yes, I'm sorry I interrupted your study time."

"It's okay, Bun. Make my future wife. Greetings to Silva, Bun."

"What greetings? Greetings dear? Hail love? Or a longing greeting?" tanya Laras chuckles to tease Arkan and Silva who whines in embarrassment.

"Mother mama..."

Across the street, Arkan chuckles when he hears Silva's whining. He really misses his girl.

"Mother can, I close, yes" Arkan said before disconnecting.

Laras turned off his phone and glanced at Silva with a seductive smile.

"A, what the hell, Mommy?" asked the nervous Silva being stared at like that by Laras.

"Mother's daughter is already big, yes. I could be soiled," Baras teased while ruining Silva's hair.

"What do you want to eat, hm? While waiting for Arkan's delivery, you have breakfast first, huh?"

"No ah, Bun. Later if the Arkan shirt is already there. I vomited again when I ate now" replied Silva, who closed his eyes.

"Yes, now you rest first. Mother Temenin here," said Laras then moved beside Silva who then hugged the stomach of spoiled Laras.

The barrel rubbed Silva's head gently. He still could not believe what had happened to his only daughter. But everything has happened. They cannot change anything that has happened other than giving their best for Silva at the moment and beyond. Surely this beloved daughter must undergo bitter times.

"Sorry Mother, yes, because there is nothing when you are down," said Laras looking at the peaceful face of Silva who fell asleep while hugging him.

... Seriate......