The Fate of Love of a Misanris

47. But this time it's not salty, is it?

Alina came out of Zayyad's dugout. Look at the lunch box on the coffee table. He forgot to give it to her. So he went back in with the lunch box.

"I forgot to give you this" said Alina, putting the lunch box on the table next to the bed.

Just as he looked towards Zayyad.

He saw the man still lying on the floor curled up. His body shivered and his lips trembled. "Are you okay?" Alina walked up to the man and asked. Saw Zayyad not responding to his question. He also did not hesitate to find out for himself.

Put the back of his hand on Zayyad's forehead. It turned out to be very hot. "You have a fever" murmured Alina. He slowly raised the man's arm to wrap it around his neck.

"What do you want?" But Zayyad immediately rejected his hand.

Alina took a deep breath and sighed. He had already taken such a serious attitude, what else should he be afraid of? "Get you in bed"

"I can be alone" Zayyad slowly woke up. With heavy steps he finally reached the mattress and returned to lying down.

Alina who saw there was a wardrobe in the room. He opened it to find a small towel. Then he went to wash it in the sink. After blackmailing. Alina rushed to compress Zayyad's forehead with it.

"What do you want to do?" Zayyad kept his head away. Alina's hand, which was about to put the wet towel on, was stuck in the air. Clenching the smile on her lips, Alina patiently said. "Take care of you, can't you?"

"No need" Zayyad lowered his gaze. "Go home" Pulling his blanket, Zayyad closed his eyes slowly wanting to rest.

"I'm home!" Said Alina who was still sitting on the edge of the mattress. "But after taking care of you" his hands moved quickly against Zayyad's forehead.

Zayyad's eyes were open, narrowing unhappily at Alina. "Is there anything you want?" Hearing that question, Alina was slightly surprised. Is it written on his face like he wants something?

"Yes!" There was something he wanted. That's why he treated the man well. Zayyad who heard that answer, smiled bitterly. His brown eyes glowed melancholy and his heart felt sour.

"Say what is it?" The kindness he got first from Alina was when he saved her during the embarrassing incident that his aunt did.

It was because Alina was feeling sorry for him.

This woman is now taking care of him. Just because to fulfill his wish. Maybe he is too naive if they can relate like other married couples in a relationship.

Sincere and selfless.

"I take care of you first, I'll tell you later"

Alina took the lunch box and opened it. The delicious aroma of catfish gulai, blending in the air. Actually it was Zayyad's first favorite food he made. Of course he knew from his grandmother who got the information from Irsyad.

"That-" Zayyad's kiss is tingled with a delicious and distinctive aroma. It's not wrong that it's his favorite. From the aroma alone he immediately knew that it was a catfish mixed with spices. "You're cooking catfish gulai?"

"Where did you know it was a catfish?" Could be gulai in his hand is a goldfish, value or other right?

"There is a smell of soil and mud" Tukas Zayyad. "Fish patin even though it has been processed or cooked like anything, it will definitely leave a thick aroma of soil or mud on the cuisine" Besides smelling the aroma of spices from the typical gulai, he also faintly felt the scent of soil or mud typical of aquatic fish.

Maybe some other fish there are also like catfish. It's just that since it's his favorite fish, he might be able to guess her further.

"Your smell is sharp as well" Alina doesn't even smell the scent of dirt or mud at all. As long as he cooked, all that entered his nose was the very thick aroma of the spice gulai.

"No need!" Zayyad tried to get up to rest half of his body on the head of the bed. Alina immediately put the lunchbox on the table and helped Zayyad to lean back by placing a pillow behind his back.

Unintentionally while doing so, their gazes met so closely. Because Alina didn't want to trigger Zayyad's fear. He kept his eyes down and away.

Taking the lunchbox on the table, he sat back down on the edge of the mattress.

"Let me feed you" Alina took a spoonful of rice mixed with gulai sauce and a little piece of catfish, and brought it to Zayyad's mouth.

Zayyad did not reject Alina's treatment at all. Slowly he opened his mouth, accepting the bribe. Chewing her a few times, Zayyad was unable to endure her nausea. "Ugh"

"What's wrong?" Alina was a little surprised. He is trying hard to keep his current behavior.

Zayyad took a quick glance at Alina who looked slightly agitated. "It's okay"

Alina breathed a sigh of relief. Then he returned to feed the man. And his reaction was as before. Closing his mouth, Zayyad held back the nausea of wanting to vomit.

"What's really going on? Though I didn't touch you at all right now" Clamping down on her pair of eyebrows, Alina stared in frustration at Zayyad. "Am I sitting too close to you?" Alina slowly shifted, making their distance a little far.

Zayyad slowly shook his head. The wet towel that stuck to his forehead fell down. He took the cloth which turned out to be dry.

"Why then?"

Zayyad glanced at Alina at a glance. Actually that makes his nausea it because the taste of his catfish is still thick smell of soil and mud increasingly popping when he chews it. But does he need to say it?

"Maybe I'm not being lustful" Zayyad didn't lie entirely. He is not lust because his favorite food is not served well. But to appreciate Alina's hard work, she refuses to say it.

"Well, just eat one more bribe, okay?" Alina developed a sweet smile on her face, with a heartfelt look coaxing her to eat. Zayyad did not believe his gaze. It was too real if it was said to be just a drama it made.

Slowly Zayyad nodded his head. Alina who looked pleased, immediately grabbed a spoonful of rice and fed it again.

Zayyad chewed the food while suppressing his nausea.

"This is the first time I've processed food from fish" Alina closed the lunchbox and put it on the table. "Grandma said you like gulai catfish, so I processed it for the first time specifically for you"

Even though Alina did it because she wanted something. But Zayyad could not deny that his heart was deeply touched.

"Other times I'll cultivate it better than this" Tukas Alina who looked very excited. The side he first saw from Alina that usually looks haughty, taut and cold.

"Usually your cooking is salty" Zayyad said with an expressionless face. Though in his heart he tried hard not to smile.

Alina bit her lower lip smiling awkwardly. "But this time it's not salty, is it?"

"It turns out you don't want to fuck me anymore!" Zayyad said calmly as she threw her gaze at Alina.

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