The Choice of Old Man
Romantic Breakfasts

Alexa shifts her sleeping position to Keenan's body. He reflexively opened his eyes when he felt Keenan's body temperature heating up. Slowly he got up and sat down for a while. He pulled the first drawer on the nightstand, took an ear thermometer or tympanic in it. Alexa placed the device in Keenan's ear hole, silence it until the sound of the alarm sign temperature measurement is complete.

When the thermometer rang, the man's body temperature was at 39.4 degrees Celsius. Alexa touched Keenan's neck with the back of her hand. High fever. He glanced towards the wall clock, still at half-hour two in the morning. Inevitably, Alexa had to get out of bed and out of the room.

Take out a small basin on the dish shelf, take out a towel, and fill the pan with tap water. Then, cook. After leaving it for two minutes, Alexa poured it in the basin earlier. He went back up to the room, climbed the stairs in a sleepy eye.

Upon reaching inside, the girl crouched down in front of the sleeping Keenan facing sideways. For a moment, Alexa breathed. Then, he turned Keenan's body toward the ceiling of the room.

"OK, this includes a wife's duties as well, right?" alexa's murmured lowered her voice. He began to put a towel in the basin filled with water and squeeze it. When she was about to put the towel on her husband's forehead, the man in front of her opened his eyes.

"Well? Hmm?"

Regardless of the question, Alexa put a towel on Keenan's forehead. "Body's hot."

"Yes, erah. Only bias— fever"

Alexa stood up, then pulled away the thick blanket that covered Keenan's body bare-chested. Almarhumah mother once said, if you are in high fever is not recommended to cover the entire body.

The man was already used to sleeping bare-chested, Alexa also began to get used to wearing tank top crop and shorts every time he wanted to sleep. After all, they had already seen each other's insides.

"No need to believe this." Keenan clung to the bed, trying to lean his body on the head of the bed.

"Sleep, Brother ... It's still malem. You have to be healthy."

Keenan can't be kinked. He rested his head on the pillow, looked at the ceiling, then closed his resigned eyes, before finally nodding.

"Well, that's dong nurut. If not, my efforts are not in vain." Alexa mutters little.

The girl sat down on a desk chair, opened her laptop and a book. He reread his books, while noting the group's study schedule. He must prepare himself before the final exam begins. Page after page behind, Alexa occasionally glanced at Keenan, making sure the man had fallen asleep.

His fingers almost fell out due to too long writhing on the laptop keyboard. The short hour hand has shown at half-three. Alexa decided to continue watching the Chinese drama Hidden Love, her favorite drama.

"Feeling just a few minutes watching, why ... It was a kissing scene." Alexa advanced her face onto the laptop screen, which featured scenes of Sang Zhi and Duan Jiaxu kissing.

Considering the late mother was willing not to sleep in order to take care of him, Alexa also did the same thing to Keenan. Watching the drama while eating a light snack, so that his eyes do not close.

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In the morning, the heat on Keenan's body had subsided. He felt a pillow beside him. There is no Alexa. As soon as he looked, he found the figure he was looking for. Keenan slowly got off the bed, approaching the study table. The girl looked calm sleeping with her head leaning against the table.

Keenan's fingertips tucked away the hair covering his wife's face. "Bas stubborn, I said it's okay, but he's not even mgeyel."

Since Alexa had been so kind as to look after her all night, Keenan paid for the girl's wasted time. Not paying for it with money, but with his cooking.

Keenan put on a gray T-shirt and went to the kitchen, making sure the ingredients were in the refrigerator. Empty, the ingredients had been exhausted, there were only two instant noodles and five eggs.

"Okay, no problem." Keenan started filling the pot with tap water, lighting the electric stove and putting it on medium heat. Before long, he stuffed two onion chicken-flavored instant noodles into the boiling water.

A few minutes later, the cooking was ready. Keenan poured it into a melamine bowl, then divided it equally. Not to forget he also put the spices. It's not ready to be served yet, Keenan continues to cook omelette eggs as his side dish. After the omelette matures, he cuts and arranges it on a plate.

The aroma of soto indomie spice burst into the nasal cavity when Keenan smelled it. His stomach immediately rumbling, ask to be filled. The money even reached the nose of Alexa who was seen down the stairs.

Keenan placed two bowls and a plate of omelette on the dining table, as well as two glass cups filled with water. For him this is not just an ordinary breakfast, he calls it a romantic breakfast. Because incidentally in the middle of the table there is a vase filled with a rose.

"Lo is mending? How hot?" ask Alexa worried.

"Gue's fine, Lex, people just have a fever" Keenan replied lightly. The two sat on a bench facing each other.

Alexa plucks one piece of omelette, then devours it. Tastes bland. For a moment, he was stunned as he chewed the food in his mouth. Alexa took it again. This promise is the last.

"Gue likes omelette that is not in the spice. It's delicious, even I can't stop grumbling."

Keenan smiled hearing that. "Eat a lot, let my spirit keep me alive."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just doing my duty as a wife." Alexa feeds a spoonful of noodles to the mouth. He prefers to eat noodles using a spoon rather than a fork.

Today is a peaceful day without any bullies. Yesterday, Clara was forced to stay with Alexa and Keenan. Of course they strongly resisted the girl's wishes, where maybe Alexa let other women stay in her house. Moreover, his parents' house.

Clara started today putting the old home of Alexa and Keenan. Of course not free. Clara had to pay 3 million a month. Coincidentally, this afternoon they would take all the items that were there.

Before eating his own food, Keenan sipped water first. However, there was the sound of the doorbell being pressed many times. Keenan clucked in annoyance, his appetite lost because of that.

"Let me open it." Alexa is off the bench.

"Eh, no. I'm just." Soon Keenan held Alexa's hand.

Seeing that his wife was wearing only his sepaha shorts and a tank top, Keenan told the girl to stand behind him. Keenan pulled the doorknob, suddenly he frowned to see who was visiting his house.

"Claras?" Reflexes, Keenan called out to the girl before him.

Alexa poked out from behind Keenan's back. "Huh? Clara?"

"I brought you food. You must be starving, because your wife is not good at cooking like me." Clara thrusts the lunchbox at Keenan.

"Yes, the best cook." Alexa rolled her eyes cynically.

Keenan received the food box in Clara's hands. "This I accept. Now you can go."

"Kok left, anyway? Don't you want to let me in first?" ask Clara with confidence.

"Sorry to say yes, but I don't want to let tenacious feathers into this house. How will my hands go?" alexa satir, put an arm on Keenan's shoulder.

Amidst the debate between his wife and her husband's childhood friend, Keenan closed his eyes, holding his head which resulted in his vision going round and round. Alexa immediately put Keenan's arm on her shoulder.

"Keenan, are you okay?" Clara enthusiastically held onto Keenan's arm.

"Go while I'm asking for it." Keenan brushed aside Clara's fingers that touched her. "So you still want to stand here, please."

The door slamming made Clara flabbergasted. The girl was pecking on the spot, slightly unexpectedly seeing Keenan's attitude change to her.

TBC.