Andra and Azimah (Contract 2 Marriage)

08

Azimah had just finished bathing, but Selma had entered her room and took over the towel in Azimah's hand.

"The food I made for Anas is ready. You just take her." Selma said while drying Azimah's hair.

"Alright, 'Mom. I will get ready" Azimah replied without refuting again. He was too tired to argue with his mother. Although she knew that Selma loved her very much, still as a mother there are things that are always hated by her child.

Azimah went up and opened the door of her closet to prepare. Selma left him without speaking. It did not take long for Azimah to prepare, because indeed she was not a girl who likes to dress up like a girl her age. If not to go to a formal place, Azimah always dressed at will. Even Alex, his first brother often mocked the way his clothes were like clothesline walking.

"Mother, where's the food?" tanya Azimah approached Selma in the kitchen.

Selma moved and took the rattan basket she had prepared.

"Tell Andra, give this so that Anas' stomach improves" Selma said. Azimah did not answer, he just nodded his head while putting the basket into his hand.

Azimah drove his car quickly to Andra's residence which was quite far from his home. Luckily the streets were running so long it did not take Azimah to arrive at Andra's house.

The maid and the housekeeper who knew who Azimah was kindly greeted him and let him in while taking the basket that Azimah had brought.

"Is this Miss?" ask ART Andra.

"That's soup and porridge for Anas, 'Bi. Heat please. My mother made it" Azimah replied while watching her surroundings.

"Master and Miss Anas are in the upper room, Miss. Just go up, I'll bring this porridge and soup up when it's ready." ART said it kindly and politely

"Alright, 'Bi. I'm going upstairs." said Azimah as she sauntered up to the top floor.

Azimah had visited Andra several times when Andra and Adelina used to invite them to eat together. So he already knew very well where the rooms and rooms in the house were located. All designed by Andra for Adelina according to his wishes. So is the style, decoration or layout of all the furniture in the house Adelina who set it. Andra happily granted Adelina's wish because she was an architect.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

Azimah knocked on the door that was slightly open. Andra, who was leaning her head on the bed, opened her eyes and turned to Azimah. Azimah smiled and Andra replied. Without permission Azimah entered because it was his habit in the house.

"You coming?" andra said that slightly emphasized her tone for fear of Anastasia waking up.

"Yes, I made food for Anas, and I was told to take him. How's Anas doing now?" ask Azimah while approaching Anas and checking her body temperature.

"She had just fallen asleep after vomiting and urinating a few times. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but she just kept refusing and cried not to be taken there." Andra was desperate.

Andra shook her head slowly and made Azimah more and more pity. The clothes that were originally neat are now irregularly tangled. There was a tired face on Andra's face, but he continued to patiently face his only daughter.

"We better get out before he wakes up" Andra told Azimah. Azimah also nodded. They went out together and sat in the living room where Anas used to play with Andra.

Before long ART Andra came with a tray in her hand.

"Miss, this is the porridge and the soup I've been heating. Where should I put it?" ask the ART who already considers Azimah as his own master.

"Just put it here, 'Bi. Ah no, "Bi. Just bring it back. Anas has just gone to sleep." replied Azimah without any objection from the ART.

Azimah looked at Andra who was massaging the trunk of her nose. Some buttons of the upper Andra shirt open to reveal a slightly hairy field chest. Azimah gulped his salivary. She's a normal woman who loves Andra. Of course seeing all that his passion stirred up which made his blood suddenly flow hot.

"Uncle, if you're tired, just take a break. I'll keep Anas here. I have no work at home anyway." Azimah offered.

Andra raised her head. Not that he did not want to rest, but seeing the state of Anastasia would not make him sleep in the least.

"No, I'm fine. I'll just be here. But yes, I need your help to persuade Anas later. I was so overwhelmed by her crying that she wouldn't take medicine or eat anything. I can go crazy if he continues like this" Andra complained again while covering her face with both palms.

The approaching Azimah sat on the side of Andra. He touched Andra's shoulder and massaged her slowly. There was a vibration as he touched Andra. I don't know what kind of courage made him do all that. But seeing Andra so desperate made him heartless.

"If Uncle is desperate like this how about Anas. He needs Uncle, very! Refresh Uncle. If indeed Anas does not want to be taken to the hospital, we can bring a doctor here to treat and provide infusion assistance to him" said Azimah softly.

Andra raised her head to look at Azimah, her eyes radiating light that Azimah could not understand. And the light again made Azimah's chest vibrate violently, especially Andra grasped the hand that was originally on her shoulder.

"Help, why don't I think about it. I should have done that from the beginning. I really didn't think of getting there. Why am I so stupid and can't think of it" Andra grumbled to herself.

Azimah pulled her hand from Andra's grasp. It also moved a little from its original place. But in a tense manner he tried to act ordinary towards Andra.

"Uncle is too panicked" replied Azimah.

"Yes, you're right. After Adel's departure, I was a little overdone on Anas, especially about his health. He was born prematurely, and was often sickly as a baby. You know that, a few times in and out of the hospital made me unable to think clearly when Anas was sick. I'm afraid he'll leave me like Adel" Andra said...

Andra's weakness was seen very clearly by Azimah. The weakness that he never showed in front of everyone now Azimah can see everything clearly. If he could, Azimah wanted to embrace him and share her grief. But what to say, let alone to embrace him, Closer to Andra consciously did not dare Azimah do. He was too afraid of the fragility of his heart that at times could make him crack irregular.

Seriate...