Marrying a Rich Bum

Fevers

Lying may be better with a woman as smart as Mariana.

Mariana was silent, looking down.

A long time later, "thank you" he said slowly.

"no need. It's the duty of fellow humans to help each other, isn't it." Bima replied casually.

"May I sit down? Or are you still scared?" ask Bima.

Mariana looked up again at Bima, then nodded.

Bima moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing Mariana who was leaning on the head of the bed with a blanket pulled up to the chin.

"Sorry, your shirt is torn. It seems you can't wear it anymore."

"Ouch." Mariana complained.

"Don't worry. Tomorrow morning I'll walk to the market and buy you a shirt. But I can't buy one that's as good as yours. Maybe I can just buy a mother's negligee."

"No, no problem. Anything important can close my body," Mariana replied quickly.

"Now go to sleep and rest. You just had a really bad thing. Your body and mind need rest."

"Are you going?" mariana asked quickly, when she saw Bima standing up.

Bima nodded. "Yes. Sure oes. There's no way I'm gonna be here."

"But..." Mariana said, sighed, then looked down.

"What's wrong?"

"Will you accompany me, at least until I fall asleep? L'm... I'm really scared," said Mariana softly.

"certain. I didn't leave this house at all. I'll be up front if you need anything."

Mariana let out a sigh of relief, smiled, then nodded. "Thank you."

Bima nodded back, then walked out and closed the door.

The chicken crowed loudly, Bima opened her eyes. It's still very dark outside. Bima walked to the bathroom. Sleeping on an old sofa without a blanket makes his bladder full quickly.

In front of Mariana's room, Bima could hear the woman moaning. Bima stood indecisive in front of the door, confused between seeing Mariana's condition first or channeling his desire to urinate.

Considering for a moment, Bima decided nothing would happen to Mariana if only left to pee. Different for him if you take care of Mariana first, Bima may later pee in her pants.

"Madriana..." Bima walked closer.

"Marina. Are you all right?" Bima shook slowly Mariana's body. The woman groaned slowly.

"Hey. What up. Wake up. Are you having a nightmare?" bima asked, then patted Mariana on the cheek. At that moment Bima knew something was wrong with Mariana's body. The woman's cheeks were hot.

Bima touched Mariana's forehead with the back of her hand, the same. Heat. Mariana has a high fever after trauma.

"Oh, Shit! It's still night. She's where I'm gonna get the medicine for her."

"Water. I'm thirsty" whispered the weak mariana.

"alright. Wait for. I'll look for him in the kitchen." Bima ran into the kitchen. It's a pity that the kitchen is empty. There is not a drop of water in there.

"****!" shouted Bima. He ran back to Mariana's room.

"Miss, there's no water here. Can I leave you a minute to get some water in the lake?"

Mariana shook her head. "There's water in my bag. It's there." Mariana pointed at the corner of the room that had been neglected by Bima, and there was a brown backpack.

Bima immediately ran in the direction Mariana pointed to, taking the brown bag lying on the floor and opening it. There was a small bottle of mineral water whose contents had already been reduced by half.

Bima took him to Mariana, opened it and thrust it.

"Is that enough?" ask Bima doubtfully.

Mariana drank the little water in one gulp.

"Enough for now. Tomorrow you can buy me when it's light."

"Can you sleep?"

Mariana shook her head. "My head is so dizzy and my eyes are twitching."

"There's no medicine here. There's also no vehicle to take you to the clinic at this hour."

"It's okay. Sorry to bother."

Bima gave a long sigh.

"Sleep. I'll wait for you here."

Mariana nodded, regained her body and closed her eyes. While Bima was sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to do with the sick woman before him.