Romisa Life

25

"Why is Romisa so long in the kitchen?" muttered Arga was about to rise from half his sleep but he had not yet pulled the blanket...

Chequek.

The sound of the door opening, Arga turned towards the door. As Misa walks by hand carrying a tray large enough to be out of proportion to her petite body, Misa keeps the tray on the nightstand next to the bed after moving the sleeping lamp to a small sideboard.

On top of the tray was a bowl of water, a small towel and also a water bag, a glass of black tea and a glass of water, 2 bananas, and a water bag, and there's also a bowl of carrot porridge and there's an infrared thermometer.

Arga frowned. What is all this? So this is what took him so long.

After saving the tray, Misa took a small chair near the dresser in the corner of the room to be able to sit next to the bed.

Arga continued to observe the movements of the Mass carefully.

"My husband, because you don't want me to call the doctor as well as Secretary Tang or bi Ane, then I use my knowledge only, if people have diarrhea I usually like to use food and drink this, then I use my knowledge, at least to give your power drained weak due to diarrhea, would you try it? " ask Misa who was sitting in that chair and look at Arga's pale face.

However, Arga's face still looks like a flat face even though in such circumstances only pale that changed from his face. He glanced at the porridge with a look of disdain. Should I eat that mud food?

Then he turned to look at Romisa's exhausted face. "May, but I don't want this one and that one" pointed Arga at the porridge of carrots and bananas.

"Alright, but for this porridge, will you eat it I've made her my husband." Misa stared at the melas for Arga to want.

For a moment Arga stared silently, who finally sighed at the side with a nod of resignation.

Misa smiled, and immediately took the bowl containing the porridge and stirred it.

"This porridge is good for those with diarrhea, to restore lost nutrients, eat my husband," Misa thrusts the bowl into Arga's hands.

"Don't see me drowning" said Arga.

"Do I have to feed you my husband?"

Arga looked at Sayu and nodded spoiled.

You are spoiled as a lion.

Misa took over the bowl in Arga's hand and began to spoon the porridge and feed it to Arga's mouth.

"Hot," said Arga, holding her lips.

"Sorry, my husband, I don't know the porridge is still hot, so for now I'll blow it first" Misa said, scooping the porridge back and bringing the spoon closer to the lips to ensure the temperature, it made Arga stunned to gulp his saliva violently.

"It's cold, eat my husband." Pouring a spoon of porridge into the mouth of Arga who was immediately welcomed and greedy.

Not too bad, not so disgusting. Arga opinion when his tongue tasted the soft food.

And so on Misa feeds Arga calmly and painstakingly without any conversation from the two until the porridge is gone.

"Alhamdulillah, well my husband, show me your forehead, I want to see the temperature in your body," misa took a temperature gauge from the top of the tray and revealed the hair blocking Arga's forehead to highlight it with a thermometer.

Misa saw the measurement results. "Well, your temperature is high enough to see the temperature shows the number 38.3, my husband must be compressed, and how is his stomach still muling?" ask Misa while putting the tool back into the tray.

Arga shook his head thinly in response no, but the gaze was still fixed on Misa's face. What else will he do?

"Thank God." Then Misa took a glass filled with black water. "My husband drinks this to fill the liquid so as not to get dehydrated" he said, offering black tea.

Arga was silent for a moment, he glanced at the glass before him with slightly furrowed eyebrows asked. Whatisthis?

"It's black tea, my husband." Clearly Misa brought the glass closer to the lips of Arga who would not want to be directly in the sip of black tea water by Arga.

Why does it taste so bitter? Arga's eyebrows are increasingly wrinkled with a slightly inflated mouth yet to swallow the tea.

Seeing that, Misa looked doubtfully. "My husband, I'm sorry I didn't give him sugar but not to prank you, because indeed if for his tea diarrhea don't be sugar," the voice of the Mass softened with caution for fear that Arga would run amok.

And finally Arga swallowed the water in his mouth, and he took over the glass that Misa held to take a sip of bitter tea back in the glass until only a quarter was left.

Misa stared dumbly at what Arga was doing. Am I not wrong? He drank. Is it because of the pain so his brain is also following the pain?

Arga thrust an empty glass which was immediately received by Misa's slightly stiff hand.

Arga frowned holding an enticing and bitter taste in his mouth. "White water," he chirped.

"D-yes." Misa immediately put an empty glass on the tray switch to take a glass of water, then thrust to be brought closer to the lips Arga.

Until Arga drank the water until it was finished making Misa again stunned silence.

Misa took a water bag that had been filled with hot water. "My husband, lie down I will compress your head and if sleepy sleep," Misa sighed Arga to lie down.

"Wear this." Misa put the water bag on Arga's stomach.

What else is this? So that makes Arga a little jumped when feeling a warm object on top of his stomach, although blocked clothes but still feels warm penetrates into the skin of his stomach that makes a sense of comfort in the area of heartburn pain. Romisa now I let you set me up. Because I like this attention.

Misa began busy squeezing the towel dipped in water in the bowl, then she compresses the small towel over Arga's forehead and if it is dry Misa will replace it to get wet again, and so on.

Arga who felt a sense of comfort, also the pain in his stomach gradually disappeared. Slowly his eyes dimmed which eventually fell asleep in sleep.

"He was asleep," chirped Misa watching the white, clean handsome face of the man who was sleeping quietly. There was a smile on Misa's lips as she watched her.

If again sleep looks handsome too, but unfortunately tempramennya that often change like a lion labile.

"Hoaamm," Misa yawned shutting her lips. "Nursed too." He folded his hands on the bed, with one side rubbing Arga's fingers close to him.

Until not long later Misa also fell into a deep sleep beside Arga with a position sitting on a dressing chair and her head was laid on the folds of hands that were on the mattress, also one hand rubbed Arga's hand.

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