Why I Moved Into a Novel
fevers.

"Sir Nela,"

Nela was startled, she hurriedly kept the coffee cup away from her lips and kept it in the wash, Nela turned around and saw Rena who was standing in the doorway with cooking ingredients.

"Where is that?" Nela asked.

Rena brought a material bag and put it on the pantry.

"Huhh~ Weighs.." lamented Rena.

"Where did you get it?" Again Nela asked.

"Wait for my brother, let me breathe for a moment and then I'll answer him,"

Rena finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the young lady shopping," replied Rena.

Nela fell silent, her mind wandered thinking of Reyvan, her chance to approach the man today was lost after the news of Mahira and the Great Mistress returned.

"Sister Nel. Why daydream?"

Nela blinked, her lips smiling stiffly.

"I'm fine" she replied.

Rena did not take the strange attitude of Nela, she returned to her job of putting vegetables, meat, and fish into the refrigerator.

"More. My head is a little dizzy, I want to rest for a while in my room."

Rena nodded while tidying up the vegetables without looking at Nela.

Nela leaves after getting approval from Rena.

On her way to her room, Nela meets Mahira.

"Hey Wait." Mahira stopped Nela's steps.

"Yes, ma'am,"

"Sorry please make three guava juices,"

Nela's two hands clenched tightly as Mahira's command was spoken, reluctance and rejection clearly visible from the girl's gaze.

Immediately Nela took her breath. "Good Mistress. Please wait..."

Mahira nodded, she left Nela still glued, Nela stared at Mahira's sharp back as if there was a fire darting ready to burn Mahira.

From a considerable distance Mahira can see his mother and mother-in-law get along, a thing that is rarely seen from each besan, usually besan will be more keep distance from each other and look indifferent.

"Mom, Mama. I go upstairs first, I want to see Reyvan, it looks like he's back early." Mahira asked permission.

"Go away" said Reyvan's mother.

...----------------...

As soon as Mahira entered the room, the man Reyvan was lying down while massaging his temple.

"You sick?" Mahira put the back of her hand on Reyvan's forehead.

"Yes God. Why it's so hot, you really have a fever."

Reyvan held Mahira's hand and pulled the girl down on her body. Mahira is shocked, she wants to move from the top of Reyvan because she feels dirty due to being outside the house, Mahira feels sweat and dust unite into bad bacteria in her body..

"Reyvan let go of my smelly body, I haven't had a bath" Mahira said uncomfortably.

Reyvan smells Mahira's body as much as possible.

"I like it."

Mahira blushed, she pinched slowly at the muscular reyvan arm.

"let go. I'll make soup for you" said Mahira, still trying to escape.

"I don't want soup. I want to eat you,"

Reyvan suddenly kissed Mahira's neck leaving a striking mark. Mahira glares.

"Sinner.."

Reyvan laughed then reluctantly let go of Mahira.

"Wait for me to come back with soup and medicine" Mahira said, rubbing her neck.

"It is with pleasure my dear." Reyvan sends a flying kiss on Mahira.

Even though the man was ill, he still passionately seduced Mahira at all times.

Reyvan is still smiling even though Mahira has been away for a long time.

Nela who was silent peeking at Reyvan's affection and Mahira burning with jealousy, she squeezed the lap in her hand like it was something disgusting that needed to be removed.

Nela hates Mahira and wants to eliminate her as soon as possible, her patience runs out and Nela's delusional obsession has crept over her sanity.

"My dear. We'll be together soon, wait okay." Nela rubbed the air as if she touched Reyvan's face.

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"Mrs. What you do, let me do it." The head chef wanted to snatch the vegetables from Mahira's hands, but Mahira quickly dodged them.

"It's okay. I want to make soup for my husband" said Mahira softly.

Mahira frowned when she saw that the whole red guava was still on top of the pantry.

Didn't I have the waiter make juice. Inner Mahira.

"Oh... Is this the leftover guava?"

The head of the ministry saw the guava that Mahira meant.

"No Madam. Nela seemed to want to make some juice, but the girl just left."

Mahira looked at the watch in her hand.

I told the waiter to make juice, and he didn't. Inner Mahira.

"Does the madam want anything?" the head chef asked as he looked at Mahira's confused expression.

"Please, can you make three glasses of guava juice?"

The head chef smiled. "It is with pleasure, madam."

Mahira cuts the vegetable chop while thinking about the young servant she ordered earlier, her strange behavior makes Mahira a little suspicious.

"Shhh..akhh..."

Without accidentally injuring Mahira's finger, the blood came out quite a lot because the sharp blade pierced through his finger deep enough.

"Mrs you're hurt,"

"It's okay, it's just a small wound" Mahira said.

The head chef was still worried he called Rena a round-faced waitress to help Mahira sterilize her wounds and treat her.

"Madam let me make soup with your recipe" said the head chef.

Mahira thought for a moment and finally agreed.

...----------------...

"Oh my God, why is your finger hurting?" Dagezze's mother is worried.

nera's mother is the same.

"Son, let me treat you." Nera's mother immediately took over the p3k box that Rena brought.

"You can go back to petrifying the head chef." said Reyvan's mother.

Rena nodded then left after bowing.

Nera's mother slowly cleaned the blood that did not stop, lovingly she wrapped her wound.

"Why are you not careful? Look, your finger's hurt." Nera's mother scolded.

"True, why don't you get the head chef?" Tymphal Reyvan's.

Mahira grimaces getting a kiss from two mothers.

"Sorry, Mom, Mama. Reyvan's got a fever, I want to make soup, but it hurts my finger."

Nera's mother shakes Mahira's forehead. "Yes, because you're careless."

"Yes." said Reyvan's mother.

Mahira suddenly a headache becomes an easy target for her mother and mother-in-law.

...----------------...

Reyvan was so tired that he closed his eyes but did not sleep. Suddenly a knock at the door disturbed him.

Tokks.tokk...

Reyvan opened his eyes.

"Who?"

(Cleck.... )

the door opened, the figure of Nela standing in front of him with a sweet smile.

"What's wrong?"

Nela smiled. "Sir, I want to clean this room."

Reyvan looked around.

"No need to do it, it's clean here." Reject Reyvan.

Nela was silent for a moment. "But sir, this room was never cleaned." Nela did not give up.

"My wife Mahira does it often, she doesn't like strangers entering our private rooms, so there's no need to think about this room."

Mahira Mahira... Everything Mahira, shit!. Inner Nela.

Reyvan was upset that Nela was still standing blocking the door.

"Close the door from the outside" Reyvan said coldly.

Nela. "Sorry Sir,"

Nela hurriedly closed the door and left feeling coarse.