Romisa Life

24

The night was getting late and Misa was asleep in her sleep, but there was one person who was still awake in the room, she was Arga.

Arga felt heartburn wrapped around his stomach so that he had twice returned to the toilet, with the current three times he returned to the toilet and it was a success waking Misa's deep sleep.

Feeling that there was a commotion of footsteps that went back and forth Misa blinked her eyes, wriggled her body and sat down, with my eyes typical wake up she directed her gaze towards the top of the mattress.

"Where is he?" Wonderful Misa who did not find a figure in her car there.

Chequek.

The sound of the bathroom door was wide open and raised Arga out of there with lethargic, slow steps. Misa could see from the light of the bathroom lights that still highlighted the man's body.

Misa got up from the sofa and turned on the lights of the room and approached Arga. "My husband."

Arga saw clearly the face of Misa who was already standing before him with long hair that was beautiful.

So pretty. That's what came to Arga's mind.

"My husband, are you okay?" misa asked worriedly when she saw Arga's pale face.

Seeing Misa showing a worried face, there was a sense of happiness in Arga's heart.

But Arga remained silent not answering the question, he stepped lethargicly towards the bed.

Seeing that made Misa feel guilty. Is this because you eat too much soup?

Misa approached back towards the bed, where Arga had been sitting half lying weakly leaning towards the head of the bed on the bed.

Arga's gaze did not escape towards Misa, whose gaze looked faintly indicating that the condition of her body is not fine.

The little girl, sitting on the side of the mattress next to Arga's body. "My husband's sorry, maybe because of that soup you got diarrhea like this, how should I make amends, I should call the doctor or Secretary Tang, but what time is it?" Oceh Misa at length with a lace tone felt guilty.

"No need you call anyone, I'll be healthy in the morning, and if you feel guilty, redeem yourself" said Arga Low.

"Well my Husband, I will take responsibility" Misa replied confidently.

Arga massaged his temple which felt dizzy.

Seeing Arga like that, Romisa ventured to touch Arga's forehead and massaged him slowly.

Arga looked at Misa with a happy look. But in Misa's sense the gaze is dislike.

"Ah, sorry My husband I touched you, because seeing you as dizzy and right seems like you have a fever too because your forehead is quite hot," Misa said while continuing to massage Arga's forehead.

But Arga still silently responded to nothing, only his beautiful gaze that continued to look at Misa, and it made Misa feel even more guilty.

Misa glanced at the clock that was stuck to the wall. "It's 12:25 pm and it seems like people are asleep, yes I'm going to take the compress water down, wait a minute." Misa was about to stand up but her hand was held by Arga so that the little girl sat back down.

Staring confused with furrowed eyebrows. "What's my husband?"

"Wear your veil" said Arga weakly but still thick with his word.

Who would've gone out of the room in the middle of the night to the kitchen, if it wasn't for an emergency like this. Misa was still silent, looking at her

.

"But not that people must have fallen asleep to my husband, and in the house there are no male servants," Misa said furrowing her eyebrows.

Arga stared intently though still looking adorable because of his pain. As if Misa understood the meaning of her gaze. With the resignation of the Mass according to move towards the sofa to take the veil.

"I went down first" said Misa, who was wearing a veil. Arga nodded thinly looking at him.

Just this time I'm sick of being happy like this what's wrong with me? It seems that the one that hurts is not my physique but my mind that has been crazy by this woman.

After the Mass passed Arga took the mobile phone on the nightstand, He sent a message to bi Ane, so that he could not meet Mass if he saw Mass in the kitchen.

*****

In kitchen.

Misa opened all the cabinets in the kitchen to pick up the items and materials needed.

The girl, starting to process food to make porridge added carrots because Misa knew while she was in the orphanage and when experiencing something similar with Arga, Aunt Ita gave her carrot porridge. And to make that porridge, he needed to blend his carrots into small pieces to speed up the making.

Misa switched on the medicine box available in the corner cabinet that was in the kitchen. He did not take any medicine from the medicine box because he was afraid of giving the wrong medicine, which he took only a thermometer to measure the heat that Arga suffered.

From behind the wall not far from the struggling Mass, there was a pair of eyes of a woman who kept watching her movements. That woman is bi Ane.

Bi Ane after getting a message from Arga, he immediately made sure to go to the kitchen to see what the Mass was doing, and what is it with the master that Misa should go down to the kitchen at nights like this.

"It looks like you're sick, seeing the lady open the medicine box. Why didn't you call a personal doctor? And as far as I know, the master of the person is rarely sick or even not at all. Is it because you eat too much soup?" Gumam bi Ane.

"What's Auntie doing here?" The voice of the man surprised bi Ane who was peeping.

"Well!" Bi Ane jumped in shock, and turned her head towards the sound. "Suut Sir Egi." Stick your index finger to your lips and roll your eyes toward the kitchen.

Egi look at bi Ane's viewpoint. "May?" Her eyes squinted.

What's he doing in the kitchen these nights, and what's that he's doing.

"Mr Egi, go back to the room let Auntie here accompany Miss," said bi Ane whispered.

"Bi Ane ruled me?" I don't like the cold voice.

"No, Mr. Egi, it's not that." Gelagap bi Ane's.

Egi was still staring coldly. "Bi Ane who does not need to accompany Miss Misa again, let me replace her," he said he was about to step but his hand was pulled by the woman.

"Don't go there, sir," blocked Egi's arm.

Egi stared at bi Ane sharply, also flicking his arm to release the handle.

"Sorry Mr. Egi, but this is an order from Mr. Arga lest anyone approach Miss for the time being."

Eyebrows raised next to. "Why did he order the Missal like that?"

"As I suspected, Mr. Arga is sick, and wants to be treated by Miss," said bi Ane increasingly making Egi growled.

It's nice that sister wants Misa to take care of her. Not that he could call a doctor. Egi looked at the little girl from a distance.

A few moments later.

The Mass was finished with everything Arga needed. He began to walk up the large tray in his hand to climb the steps one by one with a careful step and it did not escape the two pairs of eyes that were watching him.

Egi was about to approach, when he saw the little girl climbing the stairs that looked difficult, but his arm was again held tightly by bi Ane to prevent it from happening.

So that Egi can only resign along with the curse in his heart that does not come out due to his helplessness to help Mass.

SERIATE...