The Power Enthusiast

MINERVO 87: Sloppy

Ever since Paul went to Luna City - along with Cherry and Naomi of course - the wood-walled state of the house has felt lonely and desolate. No hum of chatter is created in the living room, or even the hiss of oil heated on the stove, which is commonly heard in the kitchen. I don't know, the atmosphere was so quiet. What the hell is going on? Oh, not because of the problem of Koko and Naomi who had seized the attention, not because everyone was hating each other. That's incorrect.

Everyone is busy with their own business, that's the cause. And what are the consequences? As a result, the house died. Yeah, dead bad. Paul would have cried out if he knew this, no, maybe crazier than that. But, as crazy as Paul, would be silent if he knew his mother was currently dying-ah, the election he said was not exactly-heavy on his bedroom bed. The woman, whose hair had always looked clean black, and citrus-scented from a popular shampoo in Swart City, was lying weakly - with breathless - inside her room.

Oh, then where did Paul's other disciples go, when the queen was in need of such treatment? Yup, as already explained at the beginning Paul departed for Luna City. They were all busy, to do what they liked without remembering the time, and on average, they acted very maniacally. Too maniacal. Moreover, Nico, who is now very serious, sitting between the tables of readers, in a famous library in Swart, read dozens of thick books that include novels, biographies, anthologies, short stories, magazines, et cetera. But it's still a small part.

But really, it's outrageous that Koko isn't involved in this. Wh why? Because he is the only person who does his hobby is not out of the home environment, which means, he is still in the yard of the house. But apparently, Koko is still unable, or perhaps never conscious? In the condition of Elena - the woman who plays Paul's biological mother - who is quite severe in the room. Then, was doing what the beautiful long purple-haired guy who was always comfortable wearing the woman's clothes? Again he was watering flowers, it was his hobby. And he likes it. But the problem is not that.

Koko is too engaged in her hobby to never understand that she has so many times watering the same flower pot, until the surface of the pot is flooded with water. But still he kept watering it, wasn't that a problem?

"It's a cold day, I love it."

The smile, imprinted on her beautiful face, began to crack and expand, like a very beautiful petunia flower. Sweetened with dimples of his cheeks that look like a cute ant house. Koko-as-usual-looks softly with the sound of her lips that are praising the beauty of the environment she occupies. It wasn't the first time Koko had praised something, she-perhaps it was a hobby of her interlude-always praising whatever she saw, regardless of how it took shape and character. He always does. I don't know, maybe she has a tendency to think that everything that isn't herself is beauty. While when he looked at his own body, he was unwilling to acknowledge the beauty. Or always think of it as a disability, even if he is hurt if someone considers it that way.

"But... Where's Aunt Elena? Today I didn't see him at all. Is she cooking in the kitchen?"

Koko-after storing the padlock and all the watering equipment, to the place where it should-directly stepped on the backyard grass at a quick pace, hurried to look at the adult woman who had not yet appeared on this cold day. There was concern in Koko's heart, she didn't want anything bad to happen to Aunt Elena. If that happens, what will he tell Paul? That could be terrible. So critical. He had to hurry before it was too late.

And just when her thin legs reached the cold room floor, her eyelids opened tensely, her eyeballs rounded, or at least, did not jump out. This sight was heartbreaking, Koko sure did not want to see this in her life. A scene showing an adult woman lying weakly on the bed, with my eyes and nose reddened, plus the intense smell of hot sweat on the surface of the sheets, making Koko can't hold it anymore. Koko immediately ran deeper into the room, until her slim body touched the side of the bed where the woman lay.

"T-Tante... Is Aunt okay!?"

His soft voice, slowly dissipated from the melody full of anxiety. Koko looked anxious, evident from the pull of her eyebrows that pressed down her eyes and facial expression that looked shocked. His nose so unable to breathe normally, tightness, tightness to see Aunt Elena was in such a condition. Koko wants to try touching the woman's skin and-

The heat!

Like touching the bottom of an ironing machine, it feels too hot. Not just a guess anymore. Aunt Elena's body temperature had risen drastically, this was extremely dire and could not be allowed to. Koko has to do something-ah, first aid-but, first of all what should she do in carrying out first aid efforts? Come on, Koko doesn't grow among people who work in the health or healing field. He blind. Blind to something like that.

And thank God, he remembered something. Something he could use as his first aid measure to save Aunt Elena from her fever, perhaps.

"I'm fine, there's no need to worry."

Elena tried to cool the atmosphere, so that Koko would not be too excessive in addressing her who was sick. Seeing Koko looking panicked made Elena fret for herself, more precisely, feeling sorry for the beautiful man.

"Wait a minute. I. I'm gonna take something."

Koko didn't hear it. That sound. Aunt Elena's voice was talking to him. He didn't hear it. He instead went out of the room running to his tiptoes, towards a room, to look for objects that appeared in his head. His thin white hands, opening various places of door boxes, such as nightstands, drawers, cabinets, hanging cabinets, after he reached the kitchen in a hurry.

He opens and opens. Seek and seek. Without realizing that it had made the kitchen room so messy. How careless Koko was after finding the things she was looking for, leaving behind the mess she had made in the kitchen.

What Koko brought was a small basin of cold water, which was filled with ice blocks floating on its surface. A box of wet and dry tissue, squeezed into his two armpits so as not to fall off. And a short thick cloth placed on his left shoulder. At first glance, Koko looks like an older sister who is troubled to take care of her sick younger brother.

After opening the door of the main room by pushing her on the right foot, Koko walked into the room in such a state, yes, as already described. It looks troublesome.

For a moment he put all his luggage, the result of his long search in the kitchen to make the room fall apart, Koko took the short thick cloth stored on her left shoulder and directly submerged it into the cold water in the tiny basin. Once enough was felt, Koko squeezed the cloth dry, and slowly, she placed the squeezed cloth onto Aunt Elena's forehead. And carefully.

It was a pleasure when the cold cloth touched his hot forehead. Dizziness in his head became slightly reduced when the cold was seeping into the skin. Elena was happy and smiling. He was grateful to Koko for helping him. And Koko doesn't mind doing that at all.

After a little talk about trivial things. Aunt Elena suddenly said something that slightly shocked Koko - or rather, touched.

"I never thought that my pain today would be taken care of by you, usually Paul took care of me. That foolish child, he was very concerned that his mother was this weak, even." A bitter little smile rose on Elena's thick lips. His eyes turned from Koko's face to the window of the room that was still covered in curtains. Light up in the sunlight. "... he once carried me in the rain to take me to a nearby hospital, without using a vehicle. Without an umbrella. And without bringing money. The boy was very careless, yes, when he was panicking. Just like you, Koko."