Hello Autumn's

One Room

"Awra!"

Nina approached, checking on Azra's condition. The face of the man in front of him was pale. His sweat dripped, filling the veil of his handsome face. While his breathing still sounded heavy.

"You why? I need to call the hospital!" Nina took her cell phone, called the hospital. Azra immediately snatched Nina's phone, preventing her from calling.

"Don't! Just take me to my apartment. Please!"

Azra's face was still hot, but she knew that what Azra felt inside must have been very cold. Moreover, he had to droop on the toilet floor like this.

"Where's your apartment?"

There's no answer. Did Azra faint?

"Hey!"

Nina patted the blonde man's face. Free. He did not open his eyes at all. Nina put her index finger under Azra's living hole. Still feeling breath out.

"Oh, how's this? Did I call Ran to help, huh?" Nina picked up her phone that was in Azra's hands, squeezing some parts. "Oh, fuck! I don't have the number!"

With a staggering step, Nina had to bring the handsome man out of the toilet. Expanding it requires a lot of energy. Every now and then, Azra heard the sound of complaining in pain. This made Nina even more worried.

"Damn! Why didn't he want to be taken to the hospital, anyway! Where should I take you? Answer woy! Don't keep fainting!"

Even with an angry tone, Nina still could not hide her worry. His face was pale. In this situation, he could not bring his motorbike. Nina had to call a taxi online.

No other expression was emitted on his face, other than a face of worry. Nina waits for an online taxi anxiously in front of the school gate. Having a handsome man taller than her looks suspicious. That is the look of those who see it.

Ten minutes passed shamefully, until finally the taxi came. He opened the blue car door, put Azra to bed in the back. Then he followed beside her.

"Road Archives number 07, sir. Speeding, yes!"

"Well, Miss!"

Nina clasped Azra's hand, sincere. His body trembled to find Azra still with a pale face and heavy-sounding breath.

"Faster, sir!"

The driver added speed. Fifteen minutes, they finally arrived. Nina took a piece of money. "Take the change."

Nina immediately brought Azra in. He opened the door to the apartment room number 18 and laid Azra on the bed. His body feels very hot. Probably, about 42°C.

By force, Nina unbuttoned Azra's clothes. When viewed by others, they must have thought this was an act of abuse, taking a chance in narrowness. But, can what? This man did not want to be taken to the hospital. So Nina had to 'take good care of him.

Nina looked at Azra for a moment. This guy is actually very handsome. Even if his behavior sucks. It irritates him more often. He still took off Azra's shirt buttons.

Suddenly his movement stopped as his wrist was grasped. "What are you doing?"

"Eh? Ah, you fainted. Since you didn't want to be taken to the hospital, and you didn't tell me where your apartment was, that's why I brought you here."

"I mean, why did you unbutton my shirt?"

"Huh?" Nina glanced at his hand. Oh shit! He was touching the chest of Azra's field. "Well, your body is hot. So I thought I should cool it down, right?"

The Perverted Man stared suspiciously, as if in disbelief. "Well, you used to call me a pervert. Aren't you the perverted girl yourself? Brain shrimp? Stupid person?"

Nina wants to protest. But he chose silence. The room that was a few minutes ago was so quiet no longer felt. Actually, he was relieved.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is it because my face is so handsome?"

"What's? Huh! Is your narcissist the maximum level? You better shut up like you just now. Why do you need to be aware? Just make people angry!" Nina was fanning her face which was starting to turn red.

"Thank you."

"What?"

"I said thank you. You've helped me. How do I repay you?" Azra looked embarrassed to say it.

"You want to be my lackey?"

Nina held back a laugh. "That's it. You helped me once, too. Let's just say we're even. Are you feeling better? If so, you can go home now. Ah, sorry I can't take you home. My bike was left in the campus parking lot because of you."

Azra pulled the blanket, preparing to sleep.

"Hey, I said go home! Why are you sleeping?"

"I'm still a little dizzy. Shouldn't you cook something for me? Really, I need a lot of energy before I leave."

"I-i"

"Hmm?"

"I can't cook." Nina lowered. He's ready to be made fun of.

"Huh? Seriously?"

Nina nodded slowly. He looked down, feeling useless when needed. Azra scratched her non-itchy head.

"There's ingredients?"

Nina nodded back. This time he was more excited.

"Why is there a material, but can not process it? Do you intend to eat charred, or salty food? Or just eat bland foods that are not worth eating?

" I .. just want to try. You know, I went out of my house, picked a faraway college, found an apartment, ventured into my own life, actually I wanted to be a useful person. At least I want to cook for myself."

Azra sighed. He felt guilty about it. "alright. I'll cook for you. And your job, is to be my assistant. Understood?"

Nina looked at Azra with a look of disbelief.

"Can you cook? Waitaminute! You're still sick. We should buy food outside. I'm going to the restaurant in front."

Azra pulled Nina's shirt, preventing her from leaving.

"I'll cook. Consider this an additional lesson from me. You should not pay close attention to how to cook. So, tomorrow you can make a nice meal for me."

Nina's smile. Blissfully. The blond man could only be silent. His heart is beating fast. How beautiful Nina is with her smile.

"Yes-well, you should immediately prepare the ingredients.

"Good!"

Not yet out of bed, Nina was forced to stop her steps. He turned towards Azra while cursing.

"What's wrong?" Azra looked at him confused.

"You know, I just moved in today. So, I haven't cleaned up. Not kitchen. Look, my suitcase is still there." Nina pointed at the suitcase still lying in the corner of the room. "I just moved in this morning, straight to campus."

Azra patted the eel, again. "alright. I'll order some food. You better get cleaned up soon. Right, after being observed carefully, this room is like the end of a world war!"

"I know! Understand the name is also a new move! There's no need to mock that, dong!"

"Yes, yeah." Azra behaved indifferently, choosing to pry her ear hole.

He picked up his cell phone, opened an app that accepted food. "His address?"

"Primary apartment, Archives street number 07, room number 107."

"What's? Is this your address? Really?"

"Yes! Why indeed? Does this building include world heritage? Why should you be surprised?"

"My address, here too. Room number 108. Means we .. neighbors."

"Huh?"