LOVED YOU

CHAPTER 43 - CARING FOR

"Lala, what are you doing?" asked Andra in a soft voice. He half-consciously took the towel that was placed on his head.

"Mas Andra has a fever. Go to sleep again!" Lala grabbed the towel and put it back on Andra's forehead.

Andra who was still sleepy closed her eyes again. The snoring sounds started to sound slowly.

'Get well soon, her husband Lala!' hope Lala.

"Lala, how's Andra doing?" ask your mom when you go into the room. He was worried about his son.

"It's not hot anymore, ma. I took medicine too." Say Lala while wetting the towel and putting it on Andra's forehead.

"Oh, thank goodness." Mama breathes a sigh of relief. "Lala, you rest."

It was already midnight and Lala was still taking care of her son.

"Yes, Ma. Mama rest too. Let Mas Andra Lala take care." Said Lala while nodding so that the Mama did not have to worry too much.

"Mama back to the room. You take a break." My mom still reminded.

"Good, Ma." Answer Lala.

When Mom came out of her room. Lala took the towel on Andra's forehead. He put his hand on his forehead, feeling Andra's body temperature stabilizing.

Lala wiped Andra's face. Dabbed that handsome face slowly and carefully. He did not want to wake Andra up.

'Lala's husband's servant!' puji Lala wiped Andra's face. Lala hadn't seen Andra's face this close. Andra's good looks are becoming more and more.

'Lala don't expect more! Soon you will be a widow! Andra will divorce you!' Lala struggled with her thoughts.

Lala is wiping Andra's hand. The man's hands were huge. He also put his fingers together.

"When do we hold hands like this?" Lirih Lala said. He wants to live a married life properly.

'Lala... Don't expect anything!!!' ronta Lala took off her hand. He wet the towel and put it on Andra's head again.

Lala got up and sat on the sofa. He will accompany Andra until morning.

"Is Mas Andra still hot?" Lala came back to Andra and held her forehead.

Lala breathed a sigh of relief, Andra was no longer hot. And he went back to the couch. Lala leaned back, she would sleep on the sofa alone.

As the start closed, Lala remembered Andra and ran again. Checking her husband's forehead. Then back to the couch again.

Not many times, Lala went back and forth. Eventually, he decided to sit on the edge of the bed. He will take care of Andra until morning.

"Holmm..." Lala yawned long. It's morning. He hasn't slept all night watching Andra.

Lala grabbed the towel and checked back. Andra's forehead is not hot.

"Why are you here?" ask Andra. He saw the towel Lala was holding. Then there's a medicine bottle on the table.

"Mas Andra fever. Some congee? let Lala ask Mama to make it." Lala. He knew Andra would not eat his cooking. He also cannot make porridge.

Andra vaguely remembered herself coming home while drunk. He also remembered Lala compressing it with a towel.

'Did he take care of me all night?' ask Andra. He looked at Lala's reddened eyes, like a lack of sleep.

"I've already said. Don't expect this wedding!" Andra reminded Lala.

"Sorry. La-Lala will just call Mama!" Lala wiped her tears, she rushed out and looked for her mother.

My mom is in the kitchen.

"Ma, Mas Andra is awake." Lala said.

"Oh, this is Mama making porridge. You sucked Andra ya." Mama copied the porridge into the bowl.

"Lala wants to go home, Ma. Sorry, Ma." Lala lowered her head for a moment and passed away. He also ran back to his house.

Mama is confused. This is their chance to get close and make up.

'Did Andra scold her?' Mama sure. His son must have been rude to Lala.

Mama also brought porridge walking into Andra's room.

"Andra, what are you doing Lala?" ask Mama not happy.

"Nothing." Andra answered while raising her shoulders.

"That thing worries you a lot. Last night he kept taking care of you. You're a little good to her." Omel Mama to the son.

"I didn't do anything!" Andra Bela. Lala is the baperan.

"It's eat. You will go to Lala's house. Take him home. Never mind Andra, learn to accept Lala. What kind of woman do you want to find again? No one can sincerely love you, like Lala loves you." Mama woke up her son.

Andra hush. He also realized it. Ana, the woman she loved so much. The woman who always says she loves him so much can throw him away.

Andra devoured his porridge with a struggling mind.

'Do I have to pick her up?'

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