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62. Forever, I love you

His pace was a half-run, his mind only one, wanting to know what exactly happened with Raffael and how he was doing.

Jordan and Jasson followed him from behind. The woman remains Graceful with a cream color blazer from Raffael that is so fitting wrapped her body. Her hair was beautifully waving around following her half-running footsteps without turning her head around.

A woman in a smiling nurse's uniform catches her coming, making her heart beat, that what she thinks never misses.

Raffael's sick, Oh my God...

"Welcome, Miss?" Her greeting was friendly with a slight bowing of her body. The nurse was very familiar with her face from various mass media and electronics that some days adorn the faces of both.

"What happened to Raffael?"

His hand clasped tightly onto his arm, making the nurse slightly widen her eyes in shock. But then took a smile to calm her down.

"The young master was somewhat troubled by his health and asked him to be treated at home only. Now the young master is in the dining room, Miss. But it is very difficult to return ***** dine."

Without a second thought, Key ran to Raffael's whereabouts and found the man sitting pensively with a pale face and an infusion pole standing next to his seat.

A sight he did not want to see. His feelings were jumbled between sadness, disappointment and feeling useless. Key advanced his steps with slightly trembling hands. While Raffael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to find out who had come home. And get ready at the cross with a number of questions. 

His attention then turned to Jasson and Jordan who followed behind him. Raffael did not say a word, until the woman he loved most approached and embraced him affectionately.

He closed his eyes, feeling his heart ache. "I mean nothing to you, Raffael. In fact, when you're in this state, you don't even intend to let me know. What the hell are you thinking? Yes, maybe I don't mean it, I'm thinking too much about myself, to be insensitive to your health. So you're not telling me anything."

He wanted to get angry, but his tongue was a little muddy, when Raffael's body felt a little feverish. Her hands painstakingly loosened the scarf that coiled around her neck, while Raffael just stared at her unblinkingly without speaking. He gestured to the others, to leave her and want to be alone.

"Darling?" sapa weak.

"Am I still your girlfriend?"

"You're my wife."

"A wife will be next to her husband, and a husband will always tell her that he is sick to his wife, "I am someone else," Her hand rubbed gently, cold sweat that began to seep and make Raffael's heart feel peaceful. Yes, he misses his lover, his touch, just saw his spirit arise and wants to quickly recover.

"Sorry, baby."

"I won't forgive you." His hand grabbed the soup bowl in front of him and fed it painstakingly. Raffael opened his mouth slowly, his slightly watery eyes restraining his body temperature by not stopping to stare at the pretty face of his future wife.

"Eat a lot and take the medicine."

his head shook slowly. "Darling, not too much, it feels so strange and makes me want to vomit" he lamented lazily.

"That's because you're often late for a meal, "what do you want to eat?" I'll make it.

"No need, baby. It's night." It's night."

"Warm galbitang. You must have a taste for food. I'll make it for you."

Key knew Raffael very well, when he was sick the great mistress would cook him.

Raffael smiled and shook his head once more. Although his heart wanted him very much, but told him to cook nights like this, he did not have the heart. "It's the night, baby, tomorrow."

"There's a lot of servants helping me, I'm just going to mix it up, "it won't take long." His hand waved, called a servant and told him to prepare the necessary materials.

Raffael gently rubbed his cheek which still showed a sense of regret and it was because of his mistake."

"Sorry, Baby."

"Stop apologizing, if you could potentially repeat it again." The woman went to the Pantry because Raffael had to eat and take medicine tonight.

Raffael chuckled at hearing that, this is a lost laugh since he was taken care of at home.

Various materials are available in the pantry table. His hands deftly began to act, the waiter who saw him smile, not in his case the only daughter of the famous businessman Tirta Wijaya was so good at concocting food. Raffael had very low blood pressure and Key thought the Galbitang Instant poot (Beef short rib soup) wasn't too bad. The man loved it so much he added Carrots, potatoes and slices of onion to add fragrance.

"Everything has to be organic, you understand, right?

"Yes, Miss. In this house all the food stuff young master all organic."

"Thank you. Raffael dislikes something instant, don't give it to him," Key's orders are followed by a small nod from the waiter.

"Help me with food, Raffael is waiting." Key came with a bowl of galbitang in his hand, followed by the waiter who brought him some warm rice. Key painstakingly fed Raffael and his tiredness paid off, because Raffael ate it. Do not forget the fresh fruit pieces into the dinner cover.

"Hemm... smart kid!" Key treated Raffael like a child, and made him frown.

"Smart kid?"

"Even a child would tell his mother that he was sick."

"Don't talk too much, it's time to take your medicine soon, "cut the key quickly.

A servant smiled at him, but inwardly admitted, it is fitting that his Young Master loves so much the beautiful Miss of his future wife.

After a while Key called the nurse and asked for a medicine to take, Raffael. And drink them painstakingly one by one. From his explanation Raffael fatigue, dehydration, lack of sleep and attacked by severe anemia so tired, lethargic, dizziness, in addition to the stomach acid is slightly disturbed causing him to not taste food.

It must be because I'm too focused on handling the case, I'm really useless and know the outcome. He must have missed his meal a lot. Lucky Raffael very diligent exercise. His physique was not as bad as I thought.

Key approached with a glass of water in his hand, a sense of haru gushing at his heart. His heart grew sadder and felt guilty when he had a disagreement with him a moment ago. In his heart, he will accompany Raffael until he is healed. Key no longer thinks about anything, Raffael's health is primary and above all else.

"Darling, it was so bitter," Raffael grimaced with the bitter taste that struck his throat.

"If sweet is sugar, not medicine, Honey." Raffael looked at him and smiled, he who is usually very fussy to take medicine,

little according to not wanting to disappoint her lover.

"I hope it will change, when I see you," His smile began to appear. Jordan and Jasson who saw the beautiful scenery, from afar also felt happy. Raffael start**** dine and hope tomorrow

getting better.

"Keep crunching, the whole house will look so sweet, "Isn't that so young master?" But don't think I've forgiven you.

"Baby, I've apologized," his face looks softened.

"Sleep."

The night is getting late. Key led Raffael, back into the room that had been set like a hospital room. This was beyond her expectations and made her feel even more guilty in her heart. During this time, he did not control food, Raffael except when it came to the mansion only.

"Miss, if there's anything, call me," the nurse said after changing the infusion."

"Thank you. Many." His net turned to look at Raffael who started lying down to sleep. His hands clasped his fingers and rubbed them gently. Key sat leaning on an elongated sofa that was wide enough on the edge of Raffael's bed.

"Is it better?"

"No need to worry, I'll be fine."

"Raffael, if you don't want to make mommy, worry, at least tell me, or I'll do the same, if anything happens to me.

I wouldn't assume you existed" his ultimatum was accompanied by Raffael's thin smile.

"You're threatening me, honey?"

"No. Who says it's up to you" he replied, turning his face away.

"Baby?! Key took a quick look.

"Sleep. From tomorrow I'll arrange your whole meal. And when I'm not around, Jordan's job will increase to remind you, "so raise his pay" said Key, who again made Raffael laugh.

"Mrs is getting possessive."

"Just like you."

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

"Don't sleep on the couch, you'll get sick" Raffael pulled Key the same basket and laid his head on his lap to hold Key back from sitting on the couch.

"Raffael..!!!

"Stay right here. Don't go."

Key rubbed his face affectionately and occasionally stuck a small towel on his forehead to quickly bring down his fever. Raffael smiled in his heart. His presence really makes a difference.

"Tell me, if there's any other complaint."

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