Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 55's

The weather today was very hot. My skin was burning while walking in the sun without any protection. I accelerated the pace to get there quickly.

Cool, that's how I felt after being inside the house. I walked to the back, approaching the dining table near the kitchen. I put the bag of groceries that had been hanging in the palm of my hand on the table.

I frowned when I saw a plate of fried rice and a cup of cold coffee. Both just stumble. It's still intact, completely untouched.

I glanced to the right, staring at Alan's room whose door was tightly shut.

"Is he not awake yet? Tumben once" I muttered as I turned my face.

I grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the fridge. Open the lid, then pour the contents into the mouth. It was soothing as the liquid flowed down my dry throat. After finishing half of the contents, I put the bottle of mineral water back on the table. After that start unpacking the groceries I bought in the nearest mini market.

I put some of Alan's favorite canned fruits and drinks in the freezer. I let out a rough breath after finishing the arrangement. I finished my job today. The house is clean and tidy.

"Now it's time to relax" I murmured as I walked towards the living room. I put my body on the gray couch over there. After that take out the hp and play the flat object.

A few minutes have passed. The atmosphere is so quiet. I'm starting to get bored. I looked at Alan's room again. There's no change. The door was still tightly closed and there was no sound from inside. It's been this session but why did the clap never wake up?

I walked up to his room on the left side of the stairs. After that stop right in front of the door yanv made of teak wood. I knocked on the door three times.

"ag ... It's eleven o'clock, don't you want to get up?"

I kept quiet for a moment, waiting for an answer. I knocked on the door again and called back to him several times when I never got an answer. But the result remains the same. Silence, no authorization.

Waves of anxiety began to envelop me. Alan's not usually like this. He usually wakes up and says when I knock on the door or call his name.

"Al ... are you okay?" my many. Still standing in front of the door. Again there is no answer.

"ag ... I'm in, huh?" Without waiting for an answer, I turned the doorknob. Not in the lock. As soon as the door opened I walked inside. I saw Alan curled up in bed. His whole body was covered with a blanket up to his neck.

I cringed as soon as I looked at his face. His skin was pale white but usually not as pale as it is now. This time his lips also appear to whiten. His forehead was wrinkled as if he was enduring the pain in his sleep.

Lest he get sick. I rushed to him. Stretched out a hand to touch her bangs-covered forehead.

I gasped in shock as I touched her extremely hot skin. Not only his face, his entire body was also extremely hot. Right, he's sick, he's got a high fever.

I pat her cheek a few times, trying to wake her up. "Al, wake ...."

Alan still didn't respond. Could he have fainted?

I found a thick blanket covering her body. Then run to the back to boil the water and take a small towel. No need to wait until it boils, when there are already small bubbles at the bottom of the pot it already means it is hot enough. I quickly turned off the stove. Then move the water in that small pot into a plastic container. Then he took her to Alan's room.

He drooped weakly as I flipped his body. Changing his sleeping position to the back. I placed the small towel I had previously dipped in the warm water earlier on his forehead, compressing it. When the towel got cold I lifted it up and dipped it again in warm water, then put it on his forehead again. I did it over and over again.

After a few hours passed, his body temperature gradually dropped. But he still has a fever. I heaved a sigh of relief as her small yet sharp eyes slowly began to open. He looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed, next to him.

"Alea," he said in a weak voice.

"Hm, I'm here" I said, smiling.

"Am I sick?" tanyakanya.

I nodded, assuring. "You have a high fever. But now it's starting to come down after I compress," I explained.

"Thank you, Alea. Sorry, bother you."

"Hey ... What are you saying, it's not troublesome at all." Yes, to me this is not at all troublesome. I was glad to be able to help him. Counting his favor because he has helped me a lot.

I reached out, rubbed his forehead while measuring his body temperature again. It's still hot, but not as hot as before.

"How are you doing? What are you feeling?" my ask while caressing his forehead. Pull his bangs up. He looks more mature if he is not fronting.

"My head is a little dizzy" he said.

"Wait a minute I'll get you some medicine" I said as I got up and walked out. When I got back Alan was sitting down. His back is leaning backwards.

"Your body is weak, why not just lie down?"

I put a tray of porridge and a glass of water and some of the medicines on the table. Then sit back on the edge of the bed with the position facing towards him.

"Before taking the medicine you must eat first" I said as I took the bowl of porridge I had just made. The porridge is still puffing smoke. I blew it for a while before stuffing it into his mouth.

Lazily Alan swallowed the porridge with pieces of meat and sprinkled the fried onion. His forehead frowned every time the spoon went into his mouth. It was obvious that he didn't like it.

"already Alea, I'm full," he refused as I was about to bribe him again.

"How much is a bribe, how can you be full? Let's eat a little more" I said, forcing.

Alan retreated backwards without shifting his hips. Keep away the spoon in front of him. "I'll throw up if I eat again" he said, silencing his mouth with his palm.

"All right," I said, giving up. I pulled back the spoon that had been floating in the air for a few seconds and placed the pulp into the tray. Then he grabbed a glass of water and returned to Alan.

"Drink first" I commanded.

Alan opened his mouth again. Drink the water I gave you.

"Again," I ordered when Alan drank just a little.

The gibberish did not dispute. He drank it again until half was left.

"Now take the medicine" I said, handing him paracetamol.

"I don't like taking medicine."

I grabbed his hand and placed the medicine in his palm. "You still have to drink even if you don't like it."

I couldn't help but laugh as he swallowed the medicine forcefully. His face looks weird and funny. He almost spit it back out.

"Where are you? Don't go." Alan held my hand as he said so. His voice still sounded weak and was also a little spoiled. He put on a face. Like a child who does not want to be left by his mother.

I smile. How could a grown man be like him but have such a cute face. I really want to pinch both cheeks that are as smooth as silk to redden.

"Just calm down, I'll stay here, I won't go anywhere" I said as I gently stroked her head.

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