Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 57's

I don't know what the problem is with my body. Every time I get too close to Alan and every time he touches me, my heart beats faster. I don't understand why that is. When I was with Kevin I didn't feel like this.

Suddenly the picture of the past came back to my mind. I pensively for a moment. Remember the good times with him.

Kevin ... how are you doing now? Is it okay? Are you happy?

I miss you, don't you miss me?

Kevin ... Have you really forgotten me? Forgetting our love?

Unknowingly tears came back.

"What are you doing?"

Alan's voice broke my daydream that morning. I immediately wiped away the tears that flowed without excuse. Before Alan realized I was crying. Or he would be worried if he saw it.

I looked back, looking at him for a while while putting on a faint smile. "Make breakfast" I said before turning around.

Alan walked over and stood behind me.

"Porridge again?" ask her with furrowed eyebrows. He peeked at the pot of cream soup I was making through the shoulder slit. "I don't like it, Alea. Why do you always give me that mushy meal" he said with a dislike look.

I turned back to look at him. "It's good for your body and your digestion. You'll recover faster if you consume it while you're sick" I explained.

Well, according to an article I read on the internet. Cream soup has benefits to boost immunity. In addition, meat-based foods, vegetables such as corn or mushrooms and milk are good for digestion and can also help hydrate the body.

Alan said nothing more. He turned and walked towards the dining table. Pour a glass of water and swallow it up the toilet. After that dropped his body on the chair that was there.

After the soup was ripe I immediately poured it into the bowl and brought it to the dining table. Along with a few slices of toast and two glasses of hot chocolate.

"Where's my coffee, Alea?" He looked up at me who was standing while arranging food on the table.

"You're sick. No coffee for today or tomorrow. The day after tomorrow you'll get it. That's also if you're completely healed," I said as I dropped my hip on the chair next to Alan.

"Then there's no coffee until next week" I said without looking at him. I picked up a piece of toast that I smeared with peanut butter. Then bite it with a small cut and start chewing.

Alan sighed, not liking the rule. "How can you make such a rule, Alea? I just have a fever, why don't you let me have coffee? You know, it feels like there's less to it when I don't drink coffee. Part of my soul seems lost" he grumbled.

I glanced at him who just then continued to grumble. Cih, this Cecunguk is more than once. I took another piece of toast. Then crammed into his mouth so he would stop complaining. "Shut up and eat your breakfast. You won't die even if you don't drink coffee for a year."

Finally Alan stopped attacking. He chewed the food I gave him.

"Don't just eat the bread, eat the soup, too" I said as Alan picked up another piece of toast and seemed to have no intention of touching the cream of the soup I had prepared for him.

"I don't like it, just for you," he said, pushing a bowl of soup at me. After that he again bit the toast with a large cut until both cheeks look bulging.

I let out a breath. Take a spoon, then dip it in the soup that is still warm.

"Open your mouth," I ordered as I thrust a spoonful of soup into Alan's mouth.

"I told you I don't like it." Although he looked reluctant, Alan kept his mouth open and swallowed the soup I had fed him.

"Like it or not you still have to eat it" I said as I continued to feed it.

I haven't felt like I've been living with him for almost a month. I'm used to the routine I do every day. Clean up the house, wash my clothes and his clothes. Helped dry Alan's hair when he finished his bath and also made him breakfast. I even bribed him now. Really like a babysitter who looks after this spoiled and slightly mischievous child.

Although a little troublesome. I don't know why I like it. I don't mind at all.

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