Liberoses
#22: One day in the inpatient room
Slowly Grace's eyelids moved, trying to open her eyes slowly.
The girl pegged when she found out about Davila.
The guy waited for him all night.
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Grace moved her hand slowly, pressing down on Davila's still-asleep cheek. Niente. That guy didn't wake up either.
Grace tried to sit up, got sick, but she could. The girl brought her face closer to Davila, pinched the guy's nose slowly, successfully. The man raised his head even with half-opened eyes.
Grace smiled happily.
“Good morning!” He said, then played Davila's thick hair. The man rubbed his eyes slowly.
“How are you doing?” Davila asked, he pulled Grace's hand to stop playing in her head. Grace snatches.
“Why are we here? I want to go home,” Whine Grace straight away, Davila clucked lazily, she flicked Grace's forehead slowly, but enough to make the girl squeal in pain.
“You must eat. You only got vitamin injections last night.” Davila was about to get up, but Grace first danced Davila's hand.
“Bring P3K you guys yes,” Pinta Grace, makes Davila frown, but still nod.
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Davila placed a tray containing several dishes and a glass of cold water. The guy frowned when he found out Grace was back to sleep with a thick blanket wrapped around her.
Davila pulled the blanket down slowly, but was swiftly pulled by Grace.
The guy tried to hold back his laughter.
You fool, muttered Davila.
The man brought his face closer to Grace, placed his hands to the right and left of Grace's head, holding back if the girl wanted to face the other way.
Successfully, Grace's face reddened then her eyes opened perfectly.
“Keep!” Pekik Grace, while pushing Davila's chest, but in vain, her energy lost far.
“Stop pretending - pura. Eat there,” Davila starts to move away, then gives her that tray of chocolates. Grace clucked lazily.
“I'm full,” He said reasoned.
“You haven't eaten since last night.” Reply Davila calmly, while taking a spoonful of porridge for a bribe.
“Aub—ehm.” Grace turned her face away, avoiding the spoonful of porridge Davila gave her.
Suddenly Grace's eyes rounded, with a happy twinkle that made Davila raise her eyebrows in wonder.
“How about eating McDonald’s only?” Fresh Grace with a sumringah face, plus her Puppy eyes. Hid.
“Please first your porridge.” Davila tried to be patient with Grace's attitude. The girl nodded.
“No!” Refuse raw raw.
“Half.” Davila said, desperately arguing with the stubborn girl. Grace smiled happily.
“OK! But before, give me the box P3K!” He said, extending his hand waiting for the medical box he meant.
Davila gave her a white box with medical symbols. Allowing whatever the girl would do.
Grace opens, taking a cotton swab and red medicine. The girl grabbed the water then dipped the cotton a little.
“Where are your hands?” Grace raised her head, Davila looked at the confused girl, but then extended her hand.
“Auch!” Davila spontaneously squealed in pain as Grace cleaned some of the dried blood around her hands. The guy looked at the painstaking Grace with a gesture of his hand.
“Honey her hand,” Lirih Grace after finishing cleaning the rest of the dried blood, she drips a little red medicine on the new cotton, and gives it little by little to Davila's hand.
“Have not been in my darling, what else am I?” Grace said lightly, she threw the remaining cotton in the trash and then put the red medicine back in place.
Davila was silent. Looking at Grace's face was fixed. Well-favoured.
“I'm kidding.” Grace then continued, seeing Davila was just silent. The girl laughed then randomized Davila's hair.
Then the morning continued with some petty quarrels, which without them noticing made them bond with each other.
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I took a glass of water over the nightstand then sipped it slowly. Davila was going to buy some stuff at the mini market.
I chuckle softly. When else would you tell a Davila? Rare opportunity!
I took my phone lying on the nightstand, opened Lockscreen and opened the chat app.
Daniel 🤩: Are you okay?
Daniel 🤩:what medium?
I chuckled softly, then moved my fingers to type on the keyboard of my phone.
Me: I'm fine, what about you?
I muttered, waiting for a reply from that short message.
Daniel 🤩: I'm bored.
Me: Go find the woman, you should not be bored with her Shopping.
I insinuate. Insinuating the woman of Daniel's past who can only spend Daniel's money. And stupidly, the older brother even more crazy when the woman impressed Mattre.
Daniel 🤩:We've broken up. Why do you sound so vengeful to her?
Me: I have no revenge.
After a few minutes, Daniel's contacts started typing.
Me: I have a lot of revenge on him.
Then Daniel stopped replying. If I may guess, the guy must have snorted annoyed and then cussed with the word ‘Terusah’ toned.
Let alone!
“Very fun huh? Chattingan with pri-a la-in.” Press Davila in says “Other men”. The guy pulled my phone while reading the contents from above.
I clucked lazily, but let him read the contents of the message so as not to misunderstand.
“Who's Daniel? Why does the contact have emoticons while I'm not?” Davila protested, staring into my eyes.
“Daniel Edward Georgette, My older brother. Born in Turkey, loves to eat Chettos, and hates anything that smells of cheese. Not strong eat spicy, and lean to like Gummy bear.” Complete words. The guy nodded, but his eyes still pinched.
“Then why in the contact there is an emoticon while I am not?” Davila said, the man sat in the chair and opened a can of soda.
“Jeez, does it matter?”
“Sa-ngat!” The reply was heinous, I clucked then grabbed my phone to rename the contact. I blinked a few eyes while thinking of a name that thought was funny.
What yes?
I turned my head, facing Davila for a moment before finally pressing on the guy's cheek. Davila did not protest, he was still busy gulping his soda.
Ah yes!
My fingers moved, typing a line of sentences that I thought fit.
My Baby Davila 𑁍
Alays. But I don't care, the guy turned his head, saw the contact's name on it.
“My baby Davila,” Gladly read the inscription, the guy shuddered in horror making me hit his shoulder irritated.
The insolent!
“Ya I've changed ‘Bajingan’ only!” My touch was upset, the guy pulled my hand, so as not to move.
“What?!” I asked ferociously, the guy pulled my phone then threw it deep into the sofa. I round my eyes in shock.
“I like it.” He said a seductive smile. I felt something strange.
Goddamnit! Why do my cheeks feel hot? I grumbled, it seems like my cheeks are blushing right now. Uh!
“Davila, let's go home.” Whine again, the guy clucked, then brought his face closer.
“I'll kiss you if you keep whining!” Threatening Davila, the guy put his lips on my cheek for a while.
“Ah yes! Thank you for reminding me, I will apply a condition,” I grinned, then pushed the guy's face away.
“You can't kiss my lips, and do that if we don't love each other,” I said lightly while eating one white Marshmellow.
“Not that we don't trust each other love?” Davila asked not understanding. I nodded spontaneously.
“Yap! Then in other words we will never do it.” I pressed words that I thought were important. The guy's squealing.
“Ah yes, why do you speak Indonesian? Since when?” I asked, taking one chip that Davila was holding. The guy looked up.
“Since I know that you are Indonesian.” Reply Davila briefly, swallowing Chips.
“Since when did you speak Korean?” Davila asked back, the guy looked at me curiously.
“Well, I was intending to study in Korea, so I learned Korean.” Balasku.
“Yeah, but unfortunately mama papa does not approve.” I continued to look down, looking at remembering that time. Davila looked curious.
“Why?” He asked directly, I shook my head slowly.
“They said, don't have enough money to finance. But a week later they asked Daniel to continue his studies at Stanford. Without a scholarship, and they financed Daniel full.” Overshipped. Chuckles tasteless.
“They never saw me.” Mumamku. Davila rubbed my head slowly, I turned.
“It's very unpleasant to know that your own family doesn't consider you.” Davila looked slowly, she pulled my hand and held it. I looked up, looking at him deeply. Those eyes were very sincere, as if they were real.
I nodded, then smiled smirkily.
“Ya.”
“Don’t think about it. you have me now. I would not treat you like that, again.” Davila took a short breath.
“You have me, now.” Press it really.
