Silent Wife Young Master

5. You're Ill

For the past week Nabila has been trying to reduce the blow given to him, but because his small body is not used to it, Nabila still has to take the blow done on the basis of punishment from wrongdoing.

It was late, after all the work was over. Nabila is always the last to sleep, of course if he has finished filling the barrel with water from the well, washing all the dishes, pans, buckets and whatever it is used to make dinner, he said, boil water because there are no gallons here, then separate the laundry for tomorrow morning.

It only took half a month less, Nabila's delicate hands were now rough, dry, and had many scars.

No medication was given for him. Because if Elis sees Nabila's wounds, it just makes him look upset or disgusted.

Tonight Nabila again has a new injury. His hand was hit by the hot oil earlier and felt so sore that he brought a small bowl of water to the room, soaking his hand to relieve the pain.

"Mute."

Nabila turned her head, finding Ravana secretly going into her room, again.

"What's your hand?" ask the boy.

He was the only one in this place who still invited Nabila to talk even if only occasionally.

Nabila raised her hand, showing a red wound there without speaking.

"So asked you, he answered with his mouth. If you don't get called mute."

Nabila looked down sad. He himself did not know why his mouth was stiff.

"Have it, it's up to you." Ravana put something on the floor. "Now, candy from the city."

Nabila immediately took it, put it in his mouth. The sweetness made Nabila smile.

Ravana observed the smile on the sweet face of the boy.

"I don't know why Mama says you're sick." Ravana. "Same Papa you're a bad guy huh?"

Nabila. The loud punch on his body had messed up a lot of things in the brain of the boy. Now Nabila has believed that he has Papa and Mama who are so evil that Nabila himself can not remember how they look.

After all if he remembered his body would definitely be beaten again.

"You must be sick because Mama Papa you're bad. If you have lived here for a long time, you will no longer be sick."

Nabila.

Not want. He doesn't want to stay here long.

"But if you go, Mama will hit you. If it was iron yesterday, it might be hot iron."

Nabila's brain immediately imagined what it would be like to be beaten by hot iron. The pain caused by the oil in his hands supported the imagination until suddenly Nabila cried.

Even her cries were silent.

The boy was too afraid to make a sound and gave Elis a reason to beat him again.

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Tomorrow, Nabila did not expect that he would fall ill. The boy's body was hot as he felt cold.

Moreover, the fact that Nabila just sleeps on his back on a sheet of mat, without a pillow let alone a blanket, makes him feel even more sick.

There was a faint memory in his head. A shadow that was covered in a fog of fear while he was in the same condition, yet was also different.

In the shadow, Nabila felt a large, warm hand touch her forehead. A touch that seemed to lift all of Nabila's pain.

"Holding Papa's hand" he said vaguely. "Papa take the pain when ya? Papa is strong so he won't get sick. Let Papa change if."

Nabila opened her eyes. Discovering the fact that no one is holding his hand let alone willing to take away his pain.

What he found was Fina's annoyed look while throwing a cloth.

"Children trouble. Your work is a lot, not a train even menggeljain sick."

Nabila felt her hot tears flowing to her ears, but she could not make any sound.

After a thin blanket of used cloth given, Nabila tried not to sleep but his aching head, high fever and gigil body made it difficult.

No one could save Nabila when he was tormented in the place itself.

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nulis this really while crying peri 😭😭