Mommy Sugar

28. Fevers

Juan opened his eyes as he felt Nadira move restlessly beside him. Juan saw Nadira shivering with a sweaty forehead.

"Sir .." call Juan soft. But Nadira did not respond. Juan finally drew closer to Nadira, and swept a sweat on his forehead.

"Sister's body is hot." cried Juan as his palm touched the surface of Nadira's skin.

Juan got out of their bed, and went to get warm water and a towel that could be used to compress Nadira's forehead.

Juan had never faced a sick person before, but Juan usually compresses Juan's forehead when Juan has a fever.

Juan brought a container of water and a towel into the room. Juan carefully compresses Nadira. In addition to this the first time, Juan also did not want to disturb the woman's sleep.

Juan always horrendous all the residents of the house when he was sick, but now Juan was excited because the woman he loved was sick.

Nadira looks peaceful in his sleep, different from Juan when sick. Nadira's body is still shivering, but Nadira is still peaceful.

Nadira may have been used to overcome his own pain, so Nadira is normal now. Not as crazy as Juan.

Juan tidied up a white blanket that covered part of Nadira's body after compressing the woman. "why can you sleep well anyway? if I'd been so cold."

"Silver doesn't hurt because of stress, right?" Juan grumbled after asking that. "why am I talking to myself?! brother Dira is sleeping!"

Juan then fell silent while looking at Nadira's peaceful face and fell asleep. "but seriously, why is Dira so strong?"

"So Dira must have been sick more than this, so fever pain is common. But I really salute Dira."

Juan continued to express his admiration for Nadira throughout the night, even until he returned to sleep with a position sitting on the floor and his head leaning beside Nadira.

The next morning, Juan was confused by waking up in a lying position on the bed. Juan clearly remembered last night he did not have time to move to the bed, so Juan was confused to suddenly sleep on the bed.

"Who? where's Brother Dira?" Juan was increasingly confused to see Nadira was not in his place. "the hell time brother Dira who moved me here?"

It is impossible for Nadira. Juan's older brother, whose muscular body is sometimes unable to hold Juan when Juan is sick. The reason is because Juan was missed bongsor.

Nadira is smaller than Juan's older brother, it is very unlikely that Nadira who carried Juan to bed. But in that house every night there were just the two of them.

No one but them lived in that house. Nadira has two maids, but both do not live in Nadira's house. One went home, the other stayed in the pavilion.

Juan does not know why no one lives in Nadira's house, even though Nadira's house is large and can accommodate many people. Nadira is comfortable in her home.

"Are you awake?" while Juan was still busy with his own thoughts, Nadira entered the room with a cup of coffee and Juan's favorite potato chips. "want this not?"

Juan observed the woman casually offering potato chips. Nadira looks good - fine, even his face is fresh.

Juan positioned himself to sit down and made them face each other. Without saying anything, Juan checked Nadira's body temperature with the back of his hand.

"Aren't you healed?" juan asked spontaneously.

Nadira frowned and slowly lowered Juan's hand. "who is sick? the one who just came home from the hospital was you, Juandra. Why did it go to my sister?"

"Why smile heh?" nadira's forehead grew increasingly wrinkled at Juan's suspicious smile.

Juan's smile grew wider with a face and ears that looked red. And now it was Nadira's turn to put her hand on Juan's forehead. "not hot, but why are you suddenly smiling? you're not sick, are you, Juan?"

"Sister." Juan held Nadira's hand and then gripped the hand. "don't make the gemes can? brother doesn't pity people's hearts?"

"What the hell? it's not clear!" Nadira pulls his hand from his younger grasp.

"So bad brother can get my name."

Nadira gawking. Just because Nadira remembers Juan's name, his reaction is overdone.

"But what you have to name for ijab kabul will be me, sis." Juan chuckled afterwards.

Nadira can't control his face now. Moreover, Nadira saw Juan was wrong after saying ridiculous things.

"Hehe." Juan rubbed the top of Nadira's head and looked in the shade of Nadira's eyes. "so malem sister fever, sister's head dizzy not hum?"

Juan switched their conversation. Don't want to linger in a strange atmosphere.

"Thanks to you, my sister's head is not dizzy" replied Nadira. "Thank you, I've compressed brother."

Juan nodded briefly to respond to Nadira. Actually, Juan doesn't need a thank you. But Juan knew that was the way Nadira appreciated Juan's help.

Juan did not consider it a help, but rather a form of affection for Nadira. The word help is too foreign for Juan. But for Nadira, it was still a help.

"Oh yeah, who brought me here? not the brother, right? brother couldn't lift me."

Nadira paused for a moment to hear Juan. "yes, he's not a brother. You moved yourself to the bed earlier. You're not inget?"

"Eoh?" was it true last night that Juan moved himself into bed? why does Juan not remember?