MY SUNFLOWER

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"Papa... Mama..."

Stela awakens from her sleep in the middle of the night, when she hears Ara's small, delirious voice calling her parents. Slowly the girl inched closer to the little one and stroked her head to calm down.

"There's aunty here baby..." After whispering that sentence, Stela kissed Ara on the forehead and then got up from the bed. "Aunty take a drink to the kitchen first huh," he said to Tristan's niece who was still sound asleep.

Stela closed the door slowly so as not to disturb the comfort of Ara's sleep, slowly she walked towards the kitchen. When his feet had not reached the kitchen, he heard the sound of someone crying. Curious, Stela stepped closer to the origin of the sound.

The sound came from the living room. In a dim atmosphere, Stela could see the silhouette of a person sitting on one of the sofas. Tristan, it's not wrong anymore. The one sitting crying was Tristan, who else if it wasn't that guy, couldn't be a ghost, right? Stela doesn't believe in such mystical things.

Stela fell silent on the spot, hearing Tristan's cry calling out her brother's name made her heart wobbly. It must be very sad if someone we care about leaves us forever. Stela could not imagine if it happened to her, losing a brother when we no longer have anyone.

"Kak Tristan.." - Stela. He wanted to approach, hug and calm the fragile figure but he did not. Stela was aware of her current position, she was a nobody to the man.

Stela looked down, she remembered one of the reasons that made her stay in Indonesia. Besides because of Ara, there is actually one more thing that holds Stela from leaving, which is a message from the late Intan.

"I beg you, don't leave Tristan, will you? All this time he was alone, I'm sure he would need a friend like you. Friends who not only accompany but can also be a backup to share their likes and sorrows together."

How could Stela have left Tristan while the man was grieving, Stela was not that calm. Although one of the reasons is because of Tristan, but Stela prestige to admit it.

Letting the man cry alone, Stela continued her activities of taking a drink in the kitchen and then returned to the room.

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Wake up in the morning, Stela cleaned up immediately. Mumpung Ara was still sleeping so he decided to go shopping for kitchen needs.

An hour and a half passed, now the dining table is full of various dishes for breakfast. Stela walked towards the room, where Ara was sitting on the bed rubbing her eyes.

"Ehh... Ara's up?" Stela approached and sat in front of the little guy.

"Aunty, mama... Where is papa?" asked the boy in a typical raucous voice of waking up.

Stela fell silent, it was very difficult to explain to Ara about the death of her parents. The child was still small and explained however, he would not understand, at this time all Stela could do was make Ara forget for a moment about the matter. Slowly, he will try to make her understand.

"Ara hungry? Aunty has made Ara's favorite octopus sausage," said Stela trying to shift attention. And the name of a small child, will certainly be immediately interested in the things he likes so that he just forgets the things that are on his mind.

"It wants Aunty." The boy looked at Stela with sparkling eyes.

"If so now we wash our face first yes, only after that eat." Stela carried Ara to the bathroom.

Arriving at the dining table, Stela immediately took food for Ara. He took the little girl and fed her.

"Which uncle, Aunty?" Ara's question made Stela speechless. True too, judging from the clock showing at half-ten, Tristan should have woken up, because usually the man would be out for breakfast at nine o'clock exactly.

"After eating we call uncle to his room yes," replied Stela with a hand that did not stop feeding Arabella.

.......

Stela and Ara had finished breakfast, the clock showed ten o'clock exactly, but Tristan still did not reveal the trunk of his nose.

"Now we go to Uncle's room, huh?" bring Stela.

"Yes Aunty" replied Ara who had now begun to step her small legs towards the uncle's room.

Tok...

Arriving at Tristan's doorstep, Stela knocks on his door. Several times he did that, but there was absolutely no answer, even Ara had also been screaming calling her uncle's name.

"Uncle Itan.....!"

Curious, Stela tried to turn the door knob of the room, and yes. Ara who saw a gap in the door immediately pushed the door open wide, after which she snuck in.

"Uncle!" call him while running towards Tristan's bed. While Stela followed behind.

Ara assisted Stela up to the bed of her uncle, the daughter of Typhoon was calling the uncle who was still at home closed his eyes.

"Aunty, uncle don't want to get up," tell Ara.

Stela looked at Tristan's slumbering face, her forehead frowning, like finding an oddity on that handsome face. Slowly, his hands stretched out and touched Tristan's flushed cheeks.

"Hot." Stela immediately moved her hand away from Tristan's face when she sensed that the man's body temperature was extremely high.

"It seems like uncle is sick dear," Stela told little Ara.

The boy glazed over to hear Stela's words. "Uncle cakit what's Aunty? Why won't you wake up?" tanyanya sad.

"Try the aunty who woke up, yeah." Stela sat on Tristan's bed. Slowly, he tried to shake the man's body. "Sister... Brother Tristan!" call him.

Long enough to call, finally the man gave a response. His face frowned and slowly the eyelids began to open.

"Ste-la?" call hoarse.

Tristan who just woke up from sleep, was immediately faced with the presence of Stela.

"Sister, are you awake? Waita minute! I'll take a compress to lower your heat." Stela was about to stand up but Tristan suddenly withdrew her hand.

"What's wrong? You need anything?" ask Stela.

"I'm fine, I'm fine" he said weakly.

"Well how, you have a fever!" Stela removed Tristan's hand from her hand and stood up.

"Aunty's out for a second, Ara keep uncle first, okay?" pinta Stela and nagged the little one.

After Stela's departure, Tristan closed his eyes again which when opened then his head will immediately hurt.

"Uncle..."

The sad call of his nephew resuscitated Tristan. Slowly he opened his eyes again and saw Ara's sad face.

"What's up, baby?" tanyanya slow.

"Uncle don't get sick." the boy inched closer to Tristan and laid his head on the chest of the uncle's field.

"Uncle is okay dear," said Tristan while stroking Ara's mane plan.

"Fast healed Uncle, so we can buy ice clim," he said.

"Yes baby..."

"Let's Aunty Ela buy me some ice, too, Uncle?" her door.

"certain." Tristan could only nod his head limp.

.......

The stela came carrying a small basin of warm water and also a towel. Then he approached Tristan and sat down beside him. Before starting to compress, he took out the thermometer he had obtained from the p3k box in the kitchen.

"We'll measure your body temperature first." Stela put the tip of the thermometer into Tristan's mouth. The man was only resigned to what Stela had done to him because he was currently completely limp.

After the sound from the thermometer, Stela immediately picked it up. "38,6°C. Your heat is high, brother!" stela panicked. The girl placed the thermometer on the nightstand and then pulled the blanket of Tristan that had previously covered the man's body to the chest.

"I'm going to start compressing you" Stela said asking for permission. Tristan just nodded his head in agreement.

Stela grabbed the small towel she was carrying and then dipped it in warm water in a basin. Compressing people with high fever should indeed use warm water so that the pores of the skin open and hot sweat in the body can come out.

Before squeezing the towel that was still submerged in the basin, Stela's fingers slowly unbuttoned Tristan's pajamas.

"Ste-la.." Tristan held Stela's hand as her pajamas buttons were almost all open. Although in this desperate situation, Tristan honestly still felt embarrassed when a girl saw his body.

The girl's face heated up looking at Tristan's plain upper body which was now plastered in front of her. The chest of the field and the checkered belly were exactly like the ones he had seen in the magazine. But if seen directly, the shape is very impressive and crazy soon Stela will touch the body. Hm... What does it feel like?

"Wake up Ela!" Part of Stela's inner self awakens her from that sense of entanglement. Quickly he shook his head in order to expel the perverted thoughts that had stopped.

Tristan could only throw his face aside, unable to see Stela's face. His current helplessness actually embarrassed himself to death.

Stela began to squeeze out the small towel that was in the basin, after making sure if the water did not drip again, she began to bring the towel closer to Tristan's body, starting it from the face, slowly going down to the neck, and then she started to bring it closer, compressing certain parts several times, not to forget in the folds of the armpits also he compresses. At times like this, Stela remembers her mommy. Usually Ambar will do the same if Stela is feverish as Tristan is currently experiencing. Her mother took care of her so painstakingly and that's what Stela did to Tristan. He only practiced what he learned from his mother.

After compressing all the parts that deserve to be compressed, Stela re-attached Tristan pajama buttons. Then he stood up and lifted up the basin to take to the kitchen.

"Geez, he's sleeping."

Stela smiled amusedly at Ara who was now coiled comfortably on the uncle's bed. Whether since when the boy fell asleep, it escaped the sight of Stela and Tristan because from earlier they were both busy with their own thoughts.

"I'll make porridge for your breakfast." After saying that Stela came out of Tristan's room, she let Ara sleep there, if later moved fear that the little girl woke up.

After Stela's departure, Tristan pulled and exhaled her breath many times. As long as the girl took care of him earlier, it was not uncommon for Tristan to have to hold his breath due to nervousness. This was the first time she had been treated like this by someone other than her mother. Usually, if he is sick, he will only take medicine and sleep until his condition improves, but now there are those who pay attention to him and it makes Tristan feel warm, as warm as his body at this time. "Stela.." he muttered with a single smile rising on his lips.

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Stela stirred her porridge half-focused, part of her mind currently fixed on Tristan. Still vividly remembered in his mind, how perfect the body sculpture of the famous Indonesian model, how lovable the muscles when touched by his fingers, and unfortunately Stela could not forget it just like that.

"Stop it! You're pervert, Ela!"

Stela shook her head repeatedly, trying to get those perverted thoughts out of her mind, and the foul fingers accidentally touched the edges of the porridge pan she was cooking.

"Ouch..." Stela immediately pulled out her hand and blew it a few times. Thankfully, the porridge pan was not too hot and the skin was only slightly flushed. Hurriedly Stela returned to her activities for fear that Tristan would starve if she took too long.

.......

The stela comes with a tray containing a bowl of porridge as well as a glass of water. He walked over to Tristan, which is currently closed. The man no longer wore a blanket, his body also appeared to be sweating.

"Sister?" call him. Tristan, who was not sleeping, slowly opened his eyes.

"Feed first, huh?" the word Stela and is subscribed by Tristan. The man tried to get up to sit, a little difficult but there was a Stela who was quick to help.

Tristan sat leaning against the head of the bed, while Stela sat beside him. The girl grabbed the glass from the tray she had placed on the nightstand and thrust it towards the sick man. "Drink first."

Tristan's hand reached for the proffered glass, his movement a little slow because the body was too weak. After drinking a little water in the glass, he handed it back to Stela.

The glass was put back on the nightstand, now the bowl of porridge that Stela took. "I'm a bribe, huh?" Stela offered that because she saw that the man had a little trouble doing things at the moment. Weakly, Tristan nodded.

Stela started scooping her porridge and pointed it at Tristan's mouth.

Although it felt very embarrassed, the man could only resign and open his mouth to take a bribe from Stela.

DEG

Tristan was suddenly silent as his tongue felt the taste of Stela's porridge.

"A-what's up? Is the porridge not good?" the girl asked in panic when she saw Tristan's inertia.

The man was still silent, the porridge made him reminisce when he was a teenager. When he was sick, his mother would make a delicious porridge on his tongue and it tasted exactly as he felt it now. Stela's artificial porridge reminded her of her mother's porridge, and it made her long for those times.

"Mother.." she said.

DEG

"Sister?" Stela was wide-eyed when she saw Tristan shed tears. "You why? Does the porridge taste bad and make you sicker?" stela asked worriedly. He placed the bowl on the nightstand and his outstretched hand touched Tristan's shoulder.

The man gasped as Stela's hand slapped on his shoulder. It focuses its originally dreamy outlook on being centered on the blonde.

"I'm fine," Tristan replied to Stela's anxiety.

"But you're crying?" ask the girl.

"Hm?" Tristan groped her cheek and right, her cheek was wet. "Ah. a-I was just moved," she replied later.

"Homeone?" Stela looked confused.

"The bury is good, I remember my mother's porridge when I was sick first. It feels almost the same," he explained.

Stela let out a sigh of relief, she thought the porridge was not tasty. "Then eat again, huh?" Tristan nodded.

As long as Stela bribed him, Tristan could not take her eyes off Stela's pretty face.

"Your face and your heart are really very pretty. You still want to take care of me who's hurt your heart so much. I-it feels"

DEG

Their eyes meet. The sapphire and dark brown looked at each other. Tristan dives into Stela's clear blue ocean while Stela falls into Tristan's dark hole. The two of them fell asleep until they finally realized when Ara's whining voice sounded.

Stela immediately cut off her eye contact with Tristan and turned to look at little Ara. It turned out that the boy was just delirious in his sleep.

"I-I'm going out now," said Stela nervously. Thank goodness the porridge in the bowl had been exhausted before the thrilling moment had happened.

"Yes..." Tristan just cleared his throat. It cannot be denied if now he is also being hit by nervousness.

"It looks like your fever has started to go down, to be more comfortable, you should replace your clothes with a new one because this one is already wet with sweat" Stela said.

"I-iya," nodded Tristan.

"Should I get it?" tawar Stela's.

"No. I-I can do it myself." Haha Taken a shirt? The truth is, the one that will not only take her clothes but Stela also put her clothes. It was enough, it was enough of him to trouble the kind-hearted girl.

"Then I go out first." Stela turned around and began to drift away. But when his hand was about to touch the knob, Tristan's voice stopped him.

"Gela!" call him.

"Y-yes?" stela was nervous, she turned around. His heart skipped a beat as Sasuke called his name 'Ela' only.

"Thank you very much" said the man sincerely.

Stela smiled and nodded, then hurried away leaving Tristan's room.

After the door closed, Stela immediately ran towards the kitchen. He put the tray with the empty bowl into the dishwasher. He walked to his room with his faithful hand touching his left chest, where his heart was beating fast.

"What's wrong with me?" his weakness.

.......

As she felt her body had gotten a little better, Tristan got out of bed. His head was still throbbing though not as badly as it was this morning, slowly he walked towards the wardrobe and took a shirt and knee-length pants from inside. He stood in front of the wastafle, washing his face as well as brushing his teeth. After that, one by one attached to his body he took off, leaving only his lower underwear. Tristan picked up a towel and wiped the sweat on his body. When the hand was on his chest, he fell silent. His mind so wandered to the moment where Stela was compressing him earlier. The touch of the taut fingers was still felt to roast his upper body, the sensation of the gel was still left even though the incident had passed. Suddenly Tristan felt his heart beating faster, his hands still perched on his chest, he tried to push it towards his heart, and sure enough, the heart seemed to bang hard forcing out. Suddenly the man's breath felt tight, he repeatedly tried to inhale and exhale. After relaxing, he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

DEG

His eyes were puffed up as what he saw in the mirror right now was not himself, but the image of Stela smiling sweetly.

"Oh shit, I'm starting to hallucinate."

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