Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

He's not Mr. Mahawira

"Master! What happened to you?!" ask me with worry while packing his body up to the terrace.

The man fell back.

"Master!"

"You ... come in! Don't be here" he said with a roaring breath.

"Well, what happened?!"

"You don't need to know. Quickly enter!"

"Then, you must also enter."

I quickly recovered the helpless body of my master. His eyes were soft, his breath tired. Blood was splattered around his body. Moreover, his body temperature increased drastically.

In a state of panic, I took the remaining warm water on the kettle, then poured it in a clay vessel.

I cleaned the blood that was attached to the body of my handsome master using a cloth that had been dyed in warm water.

"Yes, God. What exactly is going on?" many me constantly. However, Mr. Mahawira continued to remain speechless.

"What's going on, son? Why is Prince injured?!" My mother came out of her room, and immediately helped me to treat Mr. Mahawira.

A few minutes later, my father showed up. He looked at Mr. Mahawira carefully, then squatted down and checked the condition of my master's body while closing his eyes.

"The prince was attacked by the Baltra people. In a moment, those people will also be here. They've found our whereabouts" explained the father.

"Then, what should we do, Dad?!"

"Don't panic. I'll fight him. Most likely Baltra did not deploy all the soldiers. However, only a few people whose abilities were already beyond doubt."

"But, Dad's state is not yet fully—"

"You don't have to worry. The prince has helped us a lot. I especially have to thank him and return the favor. His father's kindness saved you, took care of you to adulthood."

Without stopping, my father walked out of the house and shut the door.

Yeah, God. Until when will we be overwhelmed with anxiety because of being chased by Baltra?

I'd love to end it all. If only I had extraordinary strength, I would have eliminated that cunning man so that it would no longer disturb our calm. That way, I can also soon marry Mr. Mahawira.

Ah, why in a crucial moment like this do I even think about marriage with Mr Mahawira? It doesn't make sense!

The voice of my father talking to someone was clearly heard in the ears. Looks like the person who injured Mr. Mahawira has arrived. Soon, the sound of the sword clanking, clashing, occasionally someone my father was fighting screamed in pain.

"I ... have to go out and ... m-help your father," said my master forcing himself to speak.

"Prince, you can't go out. Your situation is very bad. Stay here and let Cornelia take care of you" my mother said.

"can't. I ... should help. O-that guy is very strong. Moreover. ... The state of King Abirama has not fully recovered."

"Convince everything to my husband. I really believe he can beat that guy." The mother looked at Mr. Mahawira with a faint smile.

"Good."

The man closed his eyes, then fell asleep.

"Cornelia, take care of him. I'll make medicine for the Prince."

I nodded, and Mom went into the other room.

"Hold, Sir. I don't want to lose you. We haven't enjoyed the times that will make us happy. Can you leave me in a state of love?" I said to speak alone while staring at my master's frail face.

I once felt as scared as this when Mr. Mahawira first became ill from an opponent's attack. And now, I'm back in fear.

As I was wrapped in those bad thoughts, my hand felt touched by something. I'm aware of the reverie. It turned out that Mr. Mahawira was holding and stroking my hand while smiling so resignedly. His gaze was very shady.

"All will be well. Convince your heart."

I nodded slowly too.

"May I sleep on your lap?" ask Mr. Mahawira. I quickly agreed too.

"Thank you for always being there for me. Thank ye. Thank you very much."

Mr. Mahawira seemed to have fallen asleep immediately. Because when he held my hand, he no longer stroked it.

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The front door of the house was hollow, a man floundering while holding his chest. His mouth spits blood.

I flinch as a man with long hair wearing a headband looks at me sharply. He carried a long sword.

Meanwhile, I was not too worried about myself, but more worried about Mr. Mahawira who was still in a weak state.

My father nodded, but he got back up. He looked at each other with his enemy. A second later, the father jumped as if his body was so light. His sword was held aloft, then wagged it.

The man my father fought was ready to take the attack. He fought my father's sword, deliberately slashed it to pieces, then kicked it to the ground.

"Dad!" my yelling.

My mother ran to her father, but the bad man pushed her to the ground. Even so, my mother got back up and managed to arrive at the place of the father.

But the man is headed towards me. When I arrived, I just stared blankly. The existence of that man was so strong as to intimidate.

I was really frightened by her sharp look.

Shortly thereafter, the sword moved upwards. Of course, he'll do something to me.

I really can't leave Mr. Mahawira. Even fighting back feels impossible.

Finally, I accepted the man's attack. I lowered my head while closed.

But nothing happened a few seconds later. Out of curiosity, I opened my eyes. Know-how, Mr. Mahawira caught a shiny object belonging to the man using his hand. Fresh blood is flowing.

Mr. Mahawira's gaze was very different. His eyes move upwards. His teeth make a clatter.

"How dare you ...."

"Yeahahah!"

Mr. Mahawira jumped up, still holding the man's sword. When he landed, he kicked his enemy until it bounced some distance.

I think the man's energy is drained. However, now he was even able to make his enemy sprawl.

"I won't forgive you, motherfucker!"

Back when Mr. Mahawira jumped, he landed on his opponent's stomach so that the blood came back out.

Mr. Mahawira kicked his enemy with full force until he bounced for the umpteenth time. The man's body was thrown into a tree.

When he saw it, he was like he was not Mr. Mahawira. His eyes look so horrible. I dare not look at him.

"Master, stop!" my yelling.

That guy really didn't hear me. He ignored my screams. Then, he again kicked, stepped, and hit his opponent repeatedly.

I saw that man was already very exhausted. Breathing seems like it is very difficult. Until then, I decided to stop my master directly.

I ran, then grabbed her body from behind, holding her back so as not to attack an already helpless opponent.

"Don't stop me, Cornelia." The baritone sounded terrible. "I'm going to kill him for disturbing our peace."

"Mr ...."

I forcibly removed my hand, then returned to rebuke an already helpless enemy.

My tears are falling. For some reason, my master's anger made him someone else.

"If you want to meet the devil, you've met the right person." Mr. Mahawira grinned. I'm unmoving.

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