The Love of the Duda

TCSD 79: Fever

The shine of sunlight began to greet the inhabitants of the earth. The golden light and glittering in the eastern horizon as if to be a picture of nature formed perfectly from the creator. The gleam of light began to creep in through the cracks of the gordyn which left a warmth for a pair of humans who were dissolving in the arms of their dreams.

"Gosh... !!"

The god who was still curled under the blanket hugging Mara's body from behind, was aghast. His body surged instantly as the surface of his skin picked up the heat signal from the wife's body. Not only got there, Mara was also seen shivering cold.

Spring, the God shifts Mara's body and puts her in a perfect lying position. The man's firm hands stretched out to hold all parts of Mara's body and sure enough, his wife had a fever.

"Dear, baby, wake up baby!"

God patted Mara on the cheek, trying to wake her up. He was worried if his wife lost consciousness due to high fever that attacked him.

"Eeeennghhh.... Sssh... It's cold....!"

Still in a closed eye position, Mara looked cold. The girl who had just officially become the mistress of Rangga Danabrata Dewandaru was seen correcting the position of the blanket to be able to wrap her body perfectly.

"Honey.... Let's get up first. Don't be like this, dear."

Again, the God tried to pat Mara's cheeks slowly. He must be able to make sure his wife remains conscious.

"M-Im ...."

Slowly both of Mara's eyelids opened. He slightly pinched his efforts to adjust the sunlight that felt so piercing the cornea of his eye.

The god smiled with relief. In the end, the wife woke up from her sleep. "Darling, you have a fever. Let's get up first. Let me prepare breakfast for you."

Mara's forehead frowned slightly when the feeling of dizziness felt so raining his head. Trouble he tried to shift his body and he rested on the headboard of the bed. Spring, he pulled the blanket to dampen the cold that felt so bone-piercing.

"Mas... My head hurts and my body feels weak too."

The god smiled clumsily. If you see the condition of the wife like this, she is increasingly immersed in feelings of guilt. Perhaps the pain of this wife is none other than because of it. He who is too full of energy for the wife in their first night.

"Darling, you have a fever. Wait here for a second. Let me get you some breakfast."

Mara just nodded slowly. In addition to feeling dizzy and cold, his stomach also felt hungry. He forgot when was the last time he filled his stomach. If remembered yesterday afternoon, at the wedding reception the last time he ate.

"Mas, I want to eat chicken porridge. Can you bring it for me?"

"Chicken porridge? But usually in this resort does not provide chicken porridge dear. Just eat rice, right?"

Dewa tried to negotiate with Mara because the resort never made a breakfast menu in the form of chicken porridge. But his wife did not want to know, because she immediately shook her head.

"Not Mas.. I'm gonna eat chicken porridge. And don't eat rice. You can't bring me a serving of chicken porridge?"

"But darling, this resort usually doesn't....."

"So you won't find it for me? All right, I'd like to ask Pram or Krisna to find it for me."

Mara hands outstretched to pick up the phone on the nightstand, intending to contact Pramono or Krishna for help. Just now Mara was about to make a phone call to the two men, all of a sudden...

Mara linked her gaze towards the husband. He smiled sweetly before the gods. "Is that really how you are?"

Gods nodded. "Of course, honey. What can't I do for you? Let alone chicken porridge, beef porridge, goat porridge, or giraffe porridge even I can give you."

Apparently the man did not want if until his wife was dependent on other men. All he wants, only he is the backrest of all the needs needed by the wife. One of them is about this chicken.

A wide smile rose on Mara's lips. "Thank you."

"Yes, you wait here for a minute, baby. Let me get you some chicken porridge."

Still in his pajamas, the God sauntered away leaving the room. He went to the kitchen resort to ask for chicken porridge. However, before arriving at the kitchen, he paused for a moment his footsteps when oma Widuri called out his name.

"Who...!! Where are you going? Why does it look so rushed?"

"You go to the kitchen, Oma. Want some chicken porridge."

While stepping his feet towards the Oma, the God began to convey his intentions and goals, early in the morning like this had gone to the kitchen.

"Chicken porridge? What is chicken porridge for? Who's sick, huh?"

As a characteristic of people who are sick, oma Widuri immediately shot the speech of God. The twilight-aged woman already had an uneasy premonition as to what was happening with her beloved daughter-in-law's granddaughter.

The god smiled clumsily while scratching his non-itchy nape. "Mara, Mom. He's feverish!"

Both oma Widuri eyeballs are wide and perfectly rounded. "What's? Mara fever?"

"Yes Oma. He's feverish!"

Oma Widuri tried to look at the face of God. "What have you been doing my granddaughter-in-law all night?"

"Y-yeah.... No God what Oma. Just a regular first night ritual."

Oma screeches. "I mean, how many times have you pounded the body of my granddaughter-in-law, God?"

Again, the God only smiled clumsily while scratching his non-itchy nape. "On the bed once, while in the bathroom three times Oma!"

"Basic, not about you Wa. That means your wife is exhausted!"

"Aadduuhhhhduuh... Forgive me!"

In the end, the death jewel of the oma Widuri landed also in the ears of the Gods.

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