Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

A Pleasure

We decided to stay for a while in one of the uninhabited houses. The house was equipped with two beds and cooking utensils.

Mr. Birendra and Prince Kalandra have returned to the palace. The two said they would return after talking some things with their father. It seemed, the two princes were really intending to bring the soldiers of his kingdom and fight King Baltra.

I think it's good too. Because then, our chances of overthrowing King Baltra will increase.

I've been treating the wounds all day on my mom and dad's body. Of course, I use medicinal plants that grow a lot near the trees. So, it is not too difficult to find it because there are many trees and gardens around where I am.

My mom and dad are not aware. They're so exhausted. In fact, I have prepared porridge for them to serve.

Mr. Birendra told me that my mother and father sometimes did not want to eat the food given by King Baltra when they were locked up in the dungeon.

Even so, I am grateful that they were able to survive until I returned.

Meanwhile, Mr. Mahawira always trains with Grandpa Dawo. The man said, this is a good opportunity to get different training from different teachers.

Hmm, I want to teach my master that because I also have of course mastered what the grandfather taught. Even so, I always welcome Mr. Mahawira when coming home from training. I also always brewed him delicious tea which I learned from his grandfather.

"Cornelia! I'm home!"

I, who was in the house, ran out, and brought the water to my master.

He took the glass from my hand. But he did not drink it straight away. Instead, he stared at the water in the glass.

"What's wrong?" my many. "Is there anything strange about the water?"

"It's weird," replied my master while frowning.

"What's so weird?"

"It seems that in this glass there is affection contained," he said, then smiled so warmly.

Oh, geez. This guy can tease me until it makes my cheeks red.

I also looked away in shame. How not? Mr. Mahawira afterwards immediately laughed crisply.

Drinking water. "I'm so tired" he said, laying his back on a wooden pillar.

"Are you hungry, sir?"

"It's very hungry."

"Then—"

"It's so hungry for your love, Cornelia."

Again Mr. Mahawira made me blush in shame. I really can't stand it. My smile always shines. Even so, I hid my face with a bow.

"Submitting is not good for you. I could get sick just because you're looking down like that."

Oh, geez. What other strange thing would he say to me? Why did this man change so drastically?

"What disease exactly?"

"Disease of longing for not being able to see your face."

"That's up to you, sir!" I'm rising. "I'll make you some food."

Immediately I took a step, but the man immediately reached my hand. I turned. Our eyes meet.

"Look at me, Cornelia. Is there a lie in my eyes?"

It does. When I looked into my master's eyes, I saw no lie at all. He was very serious about everything that was said. That the longing he always expressed was true.

"Is that a lie?"

"N-nothing, Sir. I'm only afraid if Princess Camelia comes back to catch Mister."

"Don't be afraid of that haughty princess! I can always handle anything, including him."

He rubbed my cheek then while looking me in the eye so deeply.

"I already know everything. In a moment, I will destroy him and his kingdom. The palace had no cooperation with the Simaseba Kingdom. Know it? He was very angry and could not do anything. Because I always have the power of love that he does not have," explained Mr. Mahawira who did not take a second to look away from me.

"certain. I told you, I never told you a lie. You saw my eyeballs for yourself. There are no lies."

Silence came to the mood. Even so, we still look at each other.

"Cornelia, can I ...." Mr. Mahawira hung up his sentence.

"Can? What can you do, sir?" I lift up next to the eyebrow.

"Can ... for ... pee your forehead?" he said a bit stammering.

Yeah, God. Did I-not hear wrong? Mr Mahawira just said he wanted to kiss my forehead?

I shut up because I didn't know I had to answer. Meanwhile, Mr. Mahawira's eyes deepened into the netra.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Please, sir," I replied at last.

My tongue feels bad.

How'this? I'm getting nervous, yeah, God.

"Close your eyes" he asked.

After swallowing the saliva, wetting the throat that felt dry suddenly, I closed the netra. However, inside the heart was completely unsettled.

I don't think that's weird. But this is my first time. It's only natural that I was so nervous because I couldn't hold back the feelings present instantly burst forth.

I'm sensing.

Maybe Mr. Mahawira's thin lips are already stuck to my forehead.

So, is this how it feels?

I felt it stick around long enough. Even so, I also do not want Mr. Mahawira to keep his lips away.

Unable to resist curiosity, I immediately opened my eyes. It turned out to be true, my master's lips stuck to his forehead. Moreover, his face was so close to me. Breathing roared, my heart gurgled.

There was another debate coming, but I didn't know it. It feels so good. It felt like it wanted to stay and more than just be fondled on the forehead.

What's wrong with me? Why would I want more of this? What the hell's going on? Why is there such a delicious taste present in the sensitive part of my body?

I don't know, I don't understand what feeling this time around. Even so, I don't want to lie. I desperately wanted to hug my master on purpose. I want to hold it in love. My hands moved to do so. So that, now coiled in his body.

Shortly after, Mr. Mahawira stopped kissing me. Suddenly I lost that favor. I was so disappointed. However, I still hold it tight.

"We will do more than this after we officially get married" he whispered.

I swallowed the saliva.

His voice made something shake, making something feel good again.

"You must've been dying to do it with me, right?"

Fuck up! This guy is really reading my mind! And what happened to my head? Why was my mind suddenly filled with the shadow of Master Mahawira who was not wearing clothes? Is my mind broken? Or was he poisoned by the words of Lord Mahawira?

"I can tell what you're thinking" he whispered again. "You're thinking of—"

"Stop!" my screams instantly broke out of that embrace.

"Eh? Why?" he asked as if nothing had ever happened. Her face that seemed to know nothing made me annoyed.

"I hate you, Sir!" I said with a pressed tone, then ran into the house.

Mr. Mahawira is not after me.

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