The Married With Dangerous Boy
20. Fevers

Martha continued to issue a swearing oath to Alesha. He could forget and leave the husband who is still repairing the damaged tile.

"Yes, I know I was wrong. But I totally forgot, Mar."

"Lo outrageous tau. It rained hard today. Imagine how Zafran could survive on a tile nearly 4 meters from the ground,"

Alesha stopped walking. He looked at Martha. "Mar, how do you say that anyway?"

"Emang really, right? We haven't had enough rain for an hour, and Zafran? It's been almost two hours that he's been in the rain, Sha. How'd he get down? The ladder fell."

Alesha scratched her head. He himself thought of such a thing. Alesha was afraid that Zafran would faint and fall to the ground. What if Zafran dies? She is not ready to be a widow.

"Well, how's it going, Mar?" Alesha rubbed her face huffed. His heart melted in light of his stupidity. How could he forget about Zafran?

"Mending now we're looking for a cab, I'm tired of walking, Sha."

Because Alesha was in a hurry to get home, she could not think clearly. Even forget if in this world there is a taxi online. But Alesha's mind was completely empty thinking about Zafran's fate until he didn't think of a taxi.

The girl wiped her tears. "Ah, how is this Mar if I get scolded by Mama Yuni?"

His fear grew longer and longer. His chest shook violently. His breath was stuck in his neck. His throat was dry from dehydration.

Martha stroked Alesha's back. "Lo calm down first, we better wait at the stop. I'm taking a taxi."

Alesha nodded. He walked limply to a stop near there.

I'm sorry, Zafran.

...***...

His mind kept coming out of his nose. His eyes were red, and his head was dizzy. In addition, the two troops were stormy because of instant noodles, making Zafran's head as if to break.

"Add chili,"

"Gue doesn't like spikes" said Ferdi, glaring at Laka.

"Gue likes it."

"No need to add chili!"

"Lo do it yourself sono!"

"But there's only one noodle,"

"Yes buy again" said Laka.

"Pake your money?"

"Lo's own money,"

Zafran massaged his temple. Shouldn't they be thinking of Zafran? And make him some healthy porridge? Or at least give tea to warm Zafran's body.

But the two of them had no reasoning and sensitivity towards Zafran's fate. Only the attitude is more mature than them, if you are hungry forget what their purpose is to the kitchen.

Zafran looked lazily at those who were struggling with chili. He held up the blanket that covered his entire body.

"Make me tea," Zafran pinta.

Ferdi and Laka looked over. Ferdi steals the chili peppers Laka cut and throws them into the trash without Laka's knowledge.

Laka's ears are sensitive to the slightest sound. He glared as Ferdi grinned the horse guiltlessly.

"Ferdy!" pekik Laka's.

"It's been thrown away, don't use chili."

"Lo's both horrified I'm not, anyway?" Zafran put himself to sleep on the couch rubbing his nose.

Alesha opened the door of her house. Zafran sat up straight. Eyes sparkling. "Alsha, you're finally coming."

Alesha's eyes glared. "My kitchen!" how shocked Alesha was when she saw her kitchen falling apart. The girl threw her bag slings onto the sofa.

Because he was too focused on two kitchen destroyers, he forgot if Zafran needed his help. To the point that Alesha's bag hit Zafran's head hard.

Zafran relaxed his smile. His gaze turned flat. Zafran threw away Alesha's bag of origin. He covered his whole body and covered his ears. Now one more person added to the commotion.

"I can't expect it!"

...***...

"Nob."

After feeling fit, Alesha put the porridge into the bowl. Not to forget he added chicken milk to it.

The girl prepared a tray, then carried it into the room slowly. Alesha opened the door cautiously afraid of surprising Zafran who was still fast asleep with a towel compress over his forehead.

Alesha put the porridge on the table. He took a towel from his forehead. He shook Zafran's hand slowly. Wake him carefully.

"Zafran, wake up," Zafran is still asleep. His breathing is regular.

Zafran groaned softly, "Engh.."

"Zafran,"

Zafran slightly opened his eyes. Alesha hit her cheek a little harder. "What?" sahut drowned.

"Eat first,"

Zafran let out a long breath. His head felt throbbing, his body shivered with cold, plus the temperature at night was low.

"Let's get up first" Alesha sat Zafran down slowly.

Zafran had to sit down even though he didn't want to. The guy squeezed his blanket. "Gue's sleepy, Sha."

"Yes, eat first."

"You sleep," whined Zafran.

Alesha bobbing head. At school it looks bad boy, but when sick it turns into a very spoiled guy. This is the first time Alesha has taken care of a sick Zafran.

The girl took a bowl of porridge, then spooned it into Zafran's mouth.

Zafran opened his eyes, "blown first,"

Alesha rolled her eyes lazily. Then he blew the porridge at Zafran's request. The guy develops a smile.

Alesha feeds the porridge into Zafran's mouth. The man opened his mouth and devoured his wife's chicken porridge.

"Enak" praised Zafran.

Never before has Zafran tasted good food when sick.usually he will feel bitter only. But this time it was different, he really felt the pleasure in his food.

And that's all because of Alesha. The food is really very delicious so Zafran is always addicted. He finished almost half of the porridge quickly. Makes Alesha smile happily.

"Lo Pinter really makes a good meal. Though I was sick again, but after eating food you immediately healthy," said Zafran spirit. Although he felt that he had not recovered, but after eating Alesha porridge, he got a little better.

"Thank you for the compliment, just one more spoon." Alesha feeds the last porridge. Zafran devoured it to the toilet.

Alesha put down the porridge, then took Zafran's water and medicine. The man received the medicine and immediately took it without protest. Somehow he was very obedient to Alesha, but if Yuni takes care of Zafran, the middle-aged woman will take care of her emotionally because Zafran is very difficult to control.

Alesha held a glass. His head is down. Zafran raised one eyebrow. Alesha's gaze turned sad.

"Why?" Zafran touched Alesha's forehead. "Not hot."

Alesha brushed aside Zafran's hand. His gaze did not change, he kept looking at the bed.

"Zafran?"

"Hm,"

"Gue's sorry."

A few wrinkles on Zafran's forehead appeared. "I'm sorry? What's for?"

"Let's get sick," Alesha's eyes glazed over. He felt he was the cause of Zafran's disease. If Alesha hadn't listened to the song and got swept up in it, maybe Zafran wouldn't have had a high fever.

Zafran smiled faintly, he took the glass from Alesha and moved it over the nightstand. His hands stretched out rubbing Alesha's tears. He pulled his face to face her.

"Look at me," Alesha looked up.

"Don't doubt, don't feel guilty, I'm not sick because of you. But because God gave me pain, so that I could be more grateful to have a healthy body." Zafran sage said.

Alesha did not expect Zafran to say that. His heart was filled and calm after hearing his words.

"But I'm dead."

Zafran. "If you exist, I'll stay up there. I fell down the stairs myself, because I was not careful,"

Alesha's cheeks were flooded with tears. That girl is crying. Zafran let out his breath slowly, he pulled Alesha into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Zafran."

Zafran. He stroked Alesha's back. "Yes, don't cry."

The girl eased her cries and further tightened her embrace. Zafran kissed Alesha's head briefly. Then Zafran pulled Alesha quickly to sleep beside him. Alesha was surprised, she looked at Zafran confusedly. The guy still hugged Alesha and closed his eyes.

Alesha's heart raced fast. Just this time he was sleeping in Zafran's arms. The second face was only a few centimeters away.

"Za-zafran?"

"Sleep, Sha."

"B-but why are you hugging me?"

"Gue needs warmth."

...***...