You Are My Sunshine
The Part 51
Dara dries the body of the Hero with a towel and helps put on clean clothes. He only wipes his upper body, because the Hero and himself feel uncomfortable with each other if it has to be more than that.
Dara also treated her injured hand, since from the hospital the man left the wound untreated. The girl actually wanted to know the cause of the Wira's palm being able to get there, but now was not the time to ask about it.
Wira again sat leaning on the bed, Dara took a bowl of porridge and scooped a full mouth and thrust it right in front of the Wira's mouth. "Sir, first eat the porridge, then take the medicine."
"I'm not hungry" replied Wira.
"Didn't Mira ever tell Big Brother to take care of me? then how can you take care of me if you are sick like this. So now don't argue anymore, let's eat fast!" he said fierce when in fact the purpose is to persuade.
By reflex Wira opened her mouth, Dara who saw him did not miss the opportunity and immediately fed a spoonful of warm porridge.
The girl fed him painstakingly, although every time the spoon touched the lips of the Lady reminded him of the kiss earlier, making his heart feel like it was dancing.
The hero was only able to eat half the bowl of porridge and refused to finish it even though Dara was constantly trying to persuade him. Dara chose to surrender and obey the wishes of the Hero, after all, at this time he was not wanting to confront the sick.
The hero takes his medicine, after which he lies down again and Dara covers him with a comfortable thin blanket. Because Wira is feverish, a thin blanket is better than a thick blanket so that the fever does not get worse.
"Rest Brother, and heal quickly."
Dara turned off the lights, replaced the lighting of the room with a more dim and soft sleep lamp, then took a pillow and blanket and brought it to the sofa. He lay there and soon the girl fell into a deep sleep.
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Dara put away the blanket that wrapped her body, then moved to Wira. He sat down on the edge of the bed and saw the girl who was sleeping uneasily as if she was crying in her dream.
The pale-skinned beautiful girl placed her palm on Wira's forehead and it turned out that her fever had still not come down. Dara went to the bathroom and took a small clean towel and warm water in the container, then immediately went back to Wira and compressed her forehead.
Twenty-five minutes passed, after being compressed many times his fever started to drop bit by bit. Dara, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, moved to rub Wira's forehead and the other hand patted the side of the man's chest gently.
The soft caress of Dara's delicate hand pulled Wira from her nightmare, her net slowly creeping and then their eyes met each other's eyes.
The vision of the Hero is still foggy covered by his painful nightmares, because no longer able to withstand the pain that squeezes his heart, the corner of his eyes drain a speck of clear water soaked the side of his face. The hero impulsively shows his weak side even though in his brain continues to call that he does not want to look like that in front of Dara.
Dara gasped to see Wira who suddenly opened her eyes and cried, wiped the tears with her lentic fingers and looked at Wira full of pity.
"Why is Brother crying hmm? was the dream so bad?" ask her gently while commenting on a smile.
"Can I sleep with you, my nightmares haunt me so I can't sleep properly" she asked in a weak voice.
"I'm here, go back to sleep" he said full of proclamations.
Dara again rubbed gently his forehead and hair. Whether the man was conscious or not with his words, but Dara understood him, maybe it was the effect of his fever so that Wira spoke not as usual.
Finally a moment later his eyes again closed, a subtle snoring even sounded indicating the Hero was asleep quietly in his sleep. Dara who was drowsy with eyes that could not be compromised anymore, fell asleep to the side of the chest of the Hero half hugged him with legs that still dangling down.