35 Sick

The next morning Clara still looked curled up in her blanket as if she didn't want to get out of her bed.

Knock Knock Knock

The knock-on from Clara's door to force her to get out of bed.

Forcibly Clara roused herself and gathered her consciousness.

Slowly Clara got out of her bed.

For some reason, Clara felt her body feel weak, and her stomach ached as if twisted it. She tried to ignore it and feel healthy as usual.

[Sound of the door open]

"Already up ?"

"Hum."

"Then, let's have breakfast."

Clara just hummed and nodded her head to answer Chris.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" said Chris when he saw Clara's change in attitude.

Clara just shook her head softly.

"I'll come to the dining room," Clara said, trying to convince Chris that she was okay.

Chris walked ahead of Clara, while Clara was behind Chris, following Chris's steps, which occasionally Clara seemed to drag her efforts, and hugged her body tightly.

'What's wrong with my body? Why do I feel weak, and my stomach feels churned? Is it because yesterday I ate late? '

After arriving in the dining room, Clara immediately sat herself down, while Chris took a glass and filled it with milk.

"Thanks, Chris, sorry to bother."

"No problem. Anyways, I'm happy to be close to a girl close to my brother."

Clara could only smile slightly without explaining anything.

"Are you going to the office today like yesterday?"

"That's the plan, but is it okay with you ?"

"It's okay ... That's not a problem."

When Clara tried to chew her food and swallow it, Clara felt nauseous and wanted to vomit the food. Her stomach had not yet gotten more churning.

"Hey, are you okay?" Chris said in panic when he saw Clara's face, which looked paler than before.

A drop of liquid ran down Clara's forehead.

Clara, as much as possible, endured the pain that was now starting to attack her so much.

It felt like Clara want pressing her stomach hard, but just wouldn't it cause something more fatal, like a wound on her belly that would open up and be injured again?

To please Chris, who had trouble making breakfast Clara tried to finish the food Chris had prepared.

'Hold on; it's your fault; why are you late to eat until midnight.'

"What time are you leaving?" Clara asked Chris, struggling to endure the pain.

"In a minute," said Chris, looking at the clock curled up in his hand.

Clara's face looked pale, yet Clara's hand was cold and wet.

"It looks like I'm going to leave now. Is it okay for you to stay here alone ?" Chris asked Clara.

Clara didn't answer but nodded her head in response and tried to smile.

"Seems like something strange with Clara?" Muttered Chris as he stepped toward the exit.

Just as Clara was about to follow Chris outside, Clara's gaze suddenly faded, and...

Brugh

Hearing the sound of someone falling, Chris immediately approached Clara.

"Clara !!"

Chris tried to shake Clara's body to wake her up, but Clara's eyes faithfully closed.

Chris carefully lifted Clara to her room.

Chris panicked; he didn't know what to do.

Initially, Chris wanted to take Clara straight to the hospital, but since he remembered Mr. K's words that he didn't take her out of the house, he discouraged her.

Chris tries to take his cellphone and makes a call to his brother, however ...

... no answer.

Chris tried to call Mr. K but never answered. Chris was forced to try to take Clara's cellphone, on the nightstand beside Clara's bed, and tried to make a call to Mr.K.

No answer on the first call Chris

With a little hesitation, Chris tried to contact Mr. K again.

"Hello ... What's wrong, Clara?"

"Hello Bro,"

"Chris ??"

"Yes, it's me."

"What's wrong? Why did you pick up the phone?"

"Clara passed out ...."

"How come? You didn't take care of her?"

Mr. K's voice sounded slightly raised and sounded cold.

"Can I take her to the hospital? Her body is a little hot, her forehead and hands are wet, and she's been holding her stomach all the time."

It's quiet

There was no answer from Mr.K.

"Wait for me. I'll be there."

Chris frowned. Chris Didn't expect his brother to be that protective of Clara.

"It seems like, after this, you have to call Clara as a sister," Chris muttered, looking at Clara, who was lying weakly.

***

A middle-aged man visited a large house in an elite area, where there lived an older woman who still looked beautiful for her age.

"So how is my granddaughter ... is she all right?"

"I lost track of it, ma'am .... but take it easy. I'm looking for it."

"How come ?! You know she's my granddaughter, the only one!"

"I know, ma'am ... I'll look for it until I found her."

The older woman takes a deep breath before leaning back to ease her seat on the throne sofa.

"Find my grandchild quickly. I don't want her to be in the hands of that crazy woman, you know, my grandson doesn't know anything."

"Fine, ma'am."

The middle-aged man seemed to lower his head in salute to the older woman in front of him.

The middle-aged man couldn't refuse if the older woman talked about her favorite grandchild.

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