Luciana Beautiful

POV Lusiana: fever

I woke up when my mom knocked on my door. Then I saw my mom come into my room whose door I didn't lock.

Mama sat beside me lying down and felt my forehead.

"You're hot, son, you have a fever" said the mother worriedly.

Usually early in the morning I wake up and make breakfast, mama may feel surprised today is not usually this time I have not woke up.

" Yesterday mama already felt you seemed weak and unhealthy son, later after breakfast you take medicine," said mama.

" Lusi ga appetite ma, Lusi's head hurts too."

"It just so happens that today you make your favorite chicken porridge, eat a little," mom passed from my room.

Mama and I are always struggling to get up early, who wake up first usually immediately make breakfast.

If mama wakes up first, I usually help her in the kitchen, and vice versa.

Mama came in with a small bowl of porridge for me. Luckily I have the best parents and care like my mom.

We love each other and fill each other, my mom is my friend. From childhood, I was close and my mother.

To me, my mom is my chorus and everything to me, especially since my dad died and my two brothers were married.

I want to make mama happy, I also try to meet the needs of Mama because she is not working, although now I am just an ordinary employee but enough for the cost of living both of us.

My two brothers still occasionally send money to my mother that they usually transfer to my account.

But, once I accidentally heard my mother talk to my two brothers so that they do not send mama money too often, mama wants both my brothers to focus on supporting their small family.

I was often amazed to see my mother's attitude, she never thought of herself.

Mama never wanted to trouble her children. Mama always said, "Mama's needs are not much so use your money for your family, your children still need a lot of money," so always what mom said to my two brothers.

" Take the porridge, son," mama's voice stopped my daydreaming.

Usually I can spend a bowl full of chicken porridge which is my favorite food, especially if the porridge made by my mother tastes yummy.

After that my mom gave me a Paracetamol, and I immediately swallowed it with a small glass of water.

" You take a break, son, you're going to hang out and ask your boss for permission, I'll borrow your phone, son."

" Yes, ma, thank you."

Mama took my cell phone on the table, and came out with my used bowl."

My head felt heavy, I decided to lie down while closing my eyes.

I heard my mother's voice speaking, and I must have called my boss again.

Before long I felt the thing on my forehead, it turned out that my mom was compressing my forehead.

"Have a rest, son, mama will be out for a while. Mama buy vegetables bentar forward as well as stop by the house of Aunt Dewi, last night Aunt Goddess sent a message to mama tell stop by her house."

"What's wrong, tumben?"

"Mom don't know, there's something to talk about she said, mama stay tight, son."

"Yes ma, ttdj ma." - sahutku limp.

Aunt Dewi is a friend of my mother from small, coincidentally her home is also not too far from our home.

I heard the front door was shut, my mom closed my eyes, my body hurt all over.

I hope my heat drops quickly after taking the medicine, I feel uncomfortable for a long time lying in bed.

I want to get to the office again soon, meet my co-workers and my fierce boss.