You Are My Sunshine
The Part 52
In the darkness of the darkening night, drizzling drizzle soaked the universe, like a slumber song that cradled every human being, like a lady-in-waiting to bring tired souls to the contest.
Wira and Dara fell asleep so soundly with peace, without them realizing they actually both needed each other, as if created to have a match with each other.
Dara, who is still young with her fragile body, needs someone like Wira. A mature person, who can support and guide him and is able to protect him. Just like when Dara's leg was sprained, she needed someone to help her by her side.
While Wira is injured with nightmares that always haunt her, it turns out indirectly she needs Dara. The thin girl's gentle touch had a huge effect on her, unexpectedly able to calm her grief-stricken soul. Also the dreamland that was seized by the nightmare, returned to bloom beautifully when Dara was near him.
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That morning the hero woke up first when the sun still did not greet the earth to warm and illuminate. His head that last night pulsed violently, now felt lighter even though it had not completely disappeared. The sharp net with the dazzling brown iris opened slowly, his right hand touching his forehead and it turned out that his fever had started to improve.
The hero was about to wake up, but he felt a heavy weight bearing down on half of his chest, the man lowered his gaze and widened his eyes to find Dara falling asleep on top of his chest, insist on tightening himself and hugging him as if seeking warmth there.
Wira was surprised, since when did Dara sleep nearby? His inner. He twisted his brain and tried to remember, then the pieces of events last night began to pass by. The first thing he remembered was when asking Dara to accompany him to sleep, followed by other memories that one by one began to gather intact in his head. Then when he could remember well what happened last night, the incident of him kissing Dara was violently plastered clearly in his mind.
"Haish, what am I doing." The hero swore to himself, rubbed his rough face and grabbed his hair in frustration.
Then his hand outstretched about to pat Dara's cheek to wake her up. However, he paused her for not having the heart to see the skinny girl fall asleep so soundly. Wira wakes up as slow as possible with her hands holding Dara's body so that her movements do not disturb the girl from her sleep.
Once the Hero is in a sitting position on the bed, carefully and surely he scoops the thin body and lays it on the bed. Dara's eyes were still closed but her hands flailed like looking for something to hold her, Wira as quickly as possible grabbed the nearest roll and tugged it to the side of Dara's body and the girl immediately hugged the roll with possessiveness. The hero enveloped him, he stared at the sleeping innocent. He did not expect it, it turns out that the touch of Dara's hand was miraculously able to calm his anxiety.
Tidying up the messy hair that covers Dara's temple, without having her palms gently caress the girl's cheeks until her chin and accidentally her fingers touch the pink ripe lips.
The hero felt himself being stung by an invisible force, especially when he recalled his kiss last night. Worth the taste is a bit different, it turns out that what he tasted was Dara's lips instead of Almira. The softness of her ripe lips filled her head, there were different sizzles that were difficult to interpret by her. Wira quickly brushed it off, then immediately went to the bathroom to cleanse her body and mind.