
The princess looked straight at Ararh Arash who was trying to feed food into her mouth using her left hand. The man also looked a little troubled. Arash did not use his right hand, because his right hand was on the drip, so the man had a little trouble grasping the spoon.
"If you eat it, you have to use your right hand" the Princess told Arash.
"Hmm, I know. But my right hand is hard to use" Arash said, pointing at his intravenous hand.
The princess sighed softly, and the girl walked closer to Arash and took over the tray that was on the man's lap.
"What do you want?" asked Arash with a frown.
"Let me help a bribe" said the Princess with her flat face.
"What's? Wh why? What's for?"
"Open her mouth" said the reluctant Princess to answer Arash's question.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Arash when the Princess had already floated a spoonful of porridge before her mouth.
"Take this as a thank you, because you have helped me" said the Princess. "Open her mouth" said the girl again, who was eventually joined by Arash.
Arash also continued to look at the Princess who was always flat-faced when faced with him.
"Why do you always give back what I give you?" ask Arash.
Yes, the man thought quickly. When the Princess felt guilty for hitting her, the girl gave Arash some money for his expression of guilt. Later, when Arash helps her in the mall, the girl reciprocates by paying her parking fine on the grounds of paying a debt. And at this time, the girl said that she returned Arash's help for saving her.
The princess was silent for a while upon hearing Arash's question, then the girl sighed softly.
"As long as I can return the favor, why should I delay!" princess Uajr is reasonable according to Arash.
"What if I reject your kindness?" arash.
"I will continue to give kindness to anyone. Even to people I don't know once" replied the Princess.
"Is that?"
"Hmm, open her mouth" said the Princess again followed by Arash.
Mama Kesya who just entered the room Arash was surprised and happy to see the scenery in front of him. At least, the middle-aged woman hoped that Arash would be interested in the Princess. Because according to Mama Kesya's view, if Arash also has an interest in Sifa, so does Abash.
Mama Kesya did not want her two children to fight over one woman. So that makes their brotherhood becomes tenuous.
"Ethem." Mama Kesya cleared her throat slowly, as Arash and the Princess were unaware of her arrival.
"Mama."
"Tante," greeted the Princess with a smile.
"Did Mama bother you two?" ask Mama Kesya.
"No aunt, after all the Princess also wants to go back to the Princess' room really," said the girl while putting a tray on the nightstand.
Mama Kesya had seen the contents of the tray, the corner of the middle-aged woman's lips was immediately lifted up to form a smile.
"Thank you, Princess. Already want to feed Arash," said Mama Kesya.
"Together, Aunt. After all what the Princess did is not comparable to what Mr. Arash did," said Putri. "Then, Princess excuse me, Auntie," said the Princess.
"Yes, you are careful, yes" said Mama Kesya and drove the Princess to the outside of Arash's room.
Mama Kesya went back into the room and smiled meaningfully to Arash.
"Don't expect more, Ma. The princess just wants to return the favor," said Arash who understood the meaning of the smile of the mother.
Arash let out a slow sigh, the man confirmed the blanket and sat down.
"Beautiful daughter. Friendly, smart, polite and also her child," said Mama Kesya with a big smile.
"Hmm, try Mama asked Abash, maybe the daughter of one of the women who became her criteria," said Arash and reached for her phone.
"If it's the girl who's your ideal, what?" ask Mama Kesya.
"Why do you want to know or want to know?" asked Arash with a smile.
"You know," replied Mama Kesya who was greeted with laughter by Arash.
"OK, Arash likes girls who are simple, kind, jolly, funny, have high spirits, and most importantly, make Arash always want to take care of himself," said the man while imagining the silhouette of Sifa.
Arash frowned, the man was confused, why should he imagine Sifa's silhouette? Did he really fall for that adorable girl?
*
Sifa woke up from her sleep, the girl immediately looked towards the blanket that enveloped her body.
"How can you?"
"Dear, dear" said Abash which made Sifa surprised.
"Pa-morning," Sifa replied nervously, then the girl remembered her face which must have looked very ugly at this moment.
Sifa quickly covered her face with a blanket.
"Why do you see me so?" sifa asked, because from the moment she woke up, Abash was already looking at her with a smile.
"You are beautiful when you sleep" replied Abash.
"Can-beauty? Beautiful how? Ileran yes," Sifa's great-grandson in shame.
"Hmm, that's a whim. Your mouth was open during sleep, and your saliva flowed from the corner of your lips. Funny thing," Abash.
"Huh? Wh-what?"
Sifa also quickly touched the corner of her lips, checking that the corner of her lips was wet because of the saliva that flowed while she was sleeping.
Sifa grumbled in annoyance, not feeling anything wet on the corner of her lips.
"My father lied to me?" sifa asked which made Abash laugh.
"Ha.ha.. Ha .. You're so funny, anyway. Easy to deceive, too" abash chuckled.
"Iih, you little bitch," said Sifa and took the blanket she was wearing, then she covered Abash's face with the blanket.
"Based on my girlfriend," grumbled Sifa who had covered Abash's face with a blanket.
"Ha .. ha. ha. who told you to be funny and sexy" Abash chuckled in the blanket, then the man caught Sifa's body, so that their bodies are only limited by a thick blanket.
Sifa blinked her eyes quickly, when her eyes were locked with her lover.
"If you get a whiff or a slur, it won't change how I feel about you, Sifa," said Abash, who made Sifa's cheeks instantly feel hot.
"Once I have chosen to anchor my feelings to you, I will forever choose you, until God Himself decides whether or not we are partners. But, you should know, if at this time I really hope that you are the woman who will be my life companion, forever," abash said which makes Sifa more flowering and blushing.
"Love you, Mr. Abash."