
Yuki's head kept looking to the right side. His expression was a little grim with a hand that inevitably waved farewell. Little by little the form of Keven's sales pitch disappeared from sight even though Yuki had looked back.
While Keven is currently quite relieved because Yuki finally wants to go home to the boarding house. Moreover, there must have been someone guarding the girl for a while, at least until Keven finished selling tonight.
“Live here, just check in,” said Mama Maria without much explanation, nor tell if Keven who booked a room at the nearest inn. Intentionally so that her ex-husband did not dramatize much.
It is also agreed that Mama Maria will spend the night at Yuki's boarding house. Accompany the girl who is already wrapped in a blanket. Seemed to be shivering and delirious several times. The heat on his forehead was like boiling, but the tips of his toes were as cold as ice cubes.
Obviously Mama Maria was up all night. Repeatedly changing wet towels to compress. Sometimes he would pull over the blanket that Yuki was wearing when her son was overheated. Then it re-enveloped as Yuki's pale lips began to tremble in coldness.
At the same time, at exactly half-two in the morning blind Keven had just set foot in the market. The man is not alone, usually accompanied by Yuki, but for this time he is with Ringgo. Keven needs help to handle the supply of stock at the outlet, the rest will still be taken care of alone.
Currently, the two people were busy moving from one merchant to another. Finally, check all materials that have been transported into the car. Pretty lucky Papa Leigh's old car can still be used. Because originally Keven and Yuki had enough difficulty because they had to go back and forth using the motor.
“Not stop by Yuki's kos first, Boss?”
“Hm.” Keven. His eyes glanced at the glance but looked out toward the Yuki kos that was passed just like that. He refocused on driving cars, controlling the silent streets on a dark day.
“Start today every week we are off,” said Keven broke the silence.
“Siap, Boss. So Monday to Saturday sales?”
“Ya.” Keven answered briefly. His brain was only filled with worries about Yuki. Hoping the morning soon dawn so that he can meet at a boarding house that is not only filled by the idol of the heart. If it was only Yuki, maybe Keven had already barged in from earlier.
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A few hours later while carrying two bushels, Keven knocked hesitantly but was strong enough for Yuki's boarding door. Mom Maria who had just fallen asleep was spontaneously aghast. Then the old woman rubbed her face rough and walked unsteadily towards the source of the voice.
“Sorry, Ma,” Keven said as Mama Maria's tired face poked out from behind the door.
“Do not be noisy yes, Kev. Yuki just calmed down,” Mama Maria's message while opening the door wide. “From when did Yuki get sick?”
“Yesterday, Ma,” Keven replied briefly. He deliberately did not tell much about Yuki's condition, afraid Mama Maria grew worried.
“Oya, Ma, here's breakfast. Keven put the kitchen down. There is potato porridge also for Yuki,” Keven said while lifting a large pouch containing bushels in both hands.
“Potato pulp? You cook yourself?”
“Iya, Ma.” Nude Keven.
“Pinter cook yes you. Pantes every phone Yuki story failed diet. It turns out you were the culprit. Thanks, Kev. If I think Mama is calm, leave Yuki with you. Mama's child may not be hungry,” as long as Mama Maria joked a little.
“Mama calm down, when it comes to food I like to cook. Perfect fit Yuki doyan eat.”
“Yes, eat a lot but not fat .. Yes, put the kitchen there. In half an hour you wake up Yuki. Have breakfast, take medicine. Mom washes her face next door. Mumpung here want to nyapa temen who have this cost,” said Mama Maria. The old woman first left Keven. Seen moving quickly and in a short time has darted out the cost while carrying a paper bag with a legit layer picture.
While Keven now busies himself with a broom and washcloth. He has also replaced Yuki compresses with fever plasters that are widely sold on the market. Not forgetting to open the door of Yuki's room to make it easier to keep an eye on the girl who started wriggling uneasily.
“Ma ..” Yuki's hoarse voice sounded faint, but it caught Keven's hearing.
“Darling, what do you want? Thirsty?” cerca Keven shortly after crouching right next to the mattress. His palm reflexively perched on the top of Yuki's head, not stopping to give a gentle swipe.
Spontaneous Yuki frowned. He squinted his eyes processing the shadow of a figure caught by the sense of sight. “By? Which mama? Are you here?”
“Iya .. dizziness.”
“This one hurts?” asked Keven while gently massaging Yuki's head. He grimaced uneasily when he saw Yuki exhaling heavily with her eyes tightly closed.
For a moment Keven switched to a bottle of mineral water complete with his suction. Slowly he directed the end of the straw to Yuki's lips. Then swiftly help the girl who was trying to quench her thirst to support her head in a position that was still lying down.
“Udah, By. This one, hungry,” Yuki said as she patted his weak stomach. A thin smile was painted from those pale dry lips.
“I've made potato porridge, want to eat now?”
“Not want to eat, but hungry, By. Open the eyes of Mager. Want to wake up anything else, really hurt his head.”
“Swandering a little yes, dear? Let's not choke. I'll get the porridge. Bribed, would you?”
‘Use it again. I knew I was weak, lethargic, helpless,’ Yuki grumbled inwardly. Yet only a weak nod managed to come out in response.
Keven rushed to the kitchen. He paced nimbly in a minimalist room that serves breakfast that still reflects smoke. Gegas Keven lifts a tray containing some appetizing dishes. Unfortunately, everything was bitter in Yuki's mouth.
“Drink first, darling,” orders Keven while thrusting a glass of warm water.
“Pahit.” Yuki's tongue poked out like he wanted to spit something out.
“Do not like that. If nausea is resistant. You have to eat.”
“It smells good. But everything is bitter. Though this is my favorite, steamed egg.” Yuki let out a long sigh with her lips curled downwards. He really hated his sick body.
"If that's one more bribe. Shadow the taste of the steamed eggs you once ate. If it is still not good, encourage drinking water. You have to eat a lot."
"Can't do it, By."
"One bribe, aaa ...."
"Ngga-ap .. ka-mu yes, maksa, huek!!" As much as Yuki's energy held back so that a mouthful of potato porridge in his mouth was swallowed. Honestly, he was not satisfied, his stomach still screamed hunger, but the pounding of nausea, dry esophagus and bitter tongue threw all the desire to eat the delicacy of Keven cuisine.
"Hold it, honey. Don't vomit, "keven's pinta while rubbing Yuki's stomach. Trying to provide comfort stimulation so that nausea is disguised. However, the two are suddenly startled by a loud voice from Yuki's stomach.
"Still hungry? Later eat a little more," said Keven again. He smiled calmly as he grabbed the medicine bag with one hand. While Yuki was only able to frown covering up the embarrassment.
"By, you know not ... Papa said we want to consider our relationship. But I think I dream, so it was immediately looking for Mama. You just said Mama's outside. So am I dreaming or not?" babble Yuki suddenly. Trying to laugh at the faint flash of memory with eyes tightly closed. Put together a puzzle that still seems absurd.
In contrast to Keven who stupefied and slow blinked several times to digest the meaning of Yuki's words. He pecked with wide-blown lips. Then without further ado grasped Yuki's weak fingers carefully.
In a different place, Papa Gibran seems to have been busy chatting with the owner of the boarding house. They are all old friends, except the first time Inca Mother said hello.
The pair of separated parents secretly glanced at the boarding gate of his daughter. Think of a girl who is with a boy in a room. But the worries that lingered in the minds of the two were clearly very contrary.
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