Duda Cool Find a Mate

Chapters. 49

After waiting for a few minutes, Aqilla finally showed herself.he came out of the bathroom in a limp state.

"You why?" many confused.

I stood up from the edge of the bed. Stepping wide near the woman. My hand stretched out rubbing his forehead.

"I think most eat sambal. Mules. I took medicine, though. Brother do not have to worry," he explained that made my forehead frowned in wonder.

How did he know I was worried? My worried face is clearly visible. I clicked my tongue slowly.

"Who is worried too? So you're not going out? He said he wanted to go shopping" I said later.

I took off the work clothes that were still wrapping around the body. Throw it in the dirty laundry basket, then walk towards the closet. Looking for a short shirt.

"Let me get you the shirt, Bang," said Aqilla, stopping the movement of my hand that had opened the closet door.

"No need. Let me just take it myself. You're taking a change of clothes," my dear. Get a dress, easy.

I immediately pulled one of the shirts that were in the fold. Interestingly, then close the closet door and immediately wear a shirt that has been taken.

"You said so, let me take the shirt." Aqilla's grunts made me look over. He was standing in front of a closet that was now open.

I don't know what he's doing right now.

"Ngapain, anyway?" aska I want to know.

"I'm putting together the clothes that you're afraid of. Just a minute."

A few minutes later, Aqilla ran into the bathroom. Just kontan, my legs are following him. Apparently, Aqilla was vomiting. I got closer, nipping her nape gave my wife a sense of comfort. Unable to prevent, this worry has taken hold of me.

I helped Aqilla hold her hair, while she washed her mouth.

Aqilla nodded weakly. His face looked pale. In the next second, that slender body had been above both of my arms. He screamed stifledly, then both of his hands clung tightly to my shoulders. I also stepped wide to the bed.

I lowered Aqilla very carefully. Given how he had spewed out his entrails earlier, it had managed to make me anxious half to death.

"When have you been vomiting like this?" I asked while fingering the forehead and then continued to the neck.

Aqilla smiled faintly. He grabbed my hand that was still on his neck, then pointed this hand over his stomach.

"Here is his hand. It's good to taste," he said gently. No doubt, what he did managed to warm my heart. The rumbling of anger and the feeling of worry a few minutes ago, instantly turned even more calm.

"So, since when have you been sick like this?" ask again. Then, I also leaned in. Closer my face to her and kiss my wife's forehead gently and long. Until, I can make sure there is a wet trace left on his forehead.

"Since last night, it didn't taste good. But this new vomit, really," Aqilla explained in a weak voice.

One hand cupped next to my cheek, then, the thumb gently stroked the surface of my face. I closed my eyes, pressed my forehead against Aqilla's forehead. For a moment, our breaths warmed each other.

"Don't hurt. Don't worry me" I said sincerely.

Aqilla nodded, then closed her eyes as my face moved towards her lips. We shared our breaths, until I felt the oxygen supply had been severely depleted in my lungs. Like a fish that runs out of air supply on land, that's how Aqilla breathes with its chest up and down.

"I'll get you some warm water, yeah" I said gently and kissed her lips briefly.

As she was about to turn around, Aqilla was holding me back. He shook weakly. "Seek the aunt. My brother is here to accompany me. Later if I'm okay, we go out, yes" he asked later.

"All right." I nodded, following Aqilla's will.

When he was sick like this, I felt very sorry. Regretting that our days are often missed with a lot of arguments. He's weak now, won't be able to refute my words. I too, could not bear to refuse his wish.