Chapter 17
Sunlight penetrated the bedroom window glass, making the girl who was still pampered with her thick blanket slowly frown when she felt a warm sting hit her face.
Fara, the girl slowly opened her eyes, her forehead felt dizzy until she winced softly as she tried to take a sitting position. Luckily today is Sunday, because she doesn't feel well.
With unsteady steps he got up, letting the cold floor touch her bare feet. Fara approached the large mirror in the corner of the room, she chuckled in disgust when she found her eye circles slightly swollen. In fact, the last night's tears seemed to dry on her cheeks.
"What should I cover it with?"
Without waiting any longer, Fara stepped into the toilet to clean her body, she was forced to use cold water to wash her slightly warm body but felt cold.
Fara was sure that after this she would shiver with cold.
Seven minutes she spent in the toilet, and sure enough, she came out shivering, hastily Fara grabbed the Hoodie that actually belonged to Yasa to wear, she curled up again and hid herself under the blanket.
"I shouldn't have showered," her parrot, she even sneezed a few times until her nose turned red.
"Gosh, I have to wash Davin's alma mater and Hoodie." Just as she got up, her head throbbed again, she winced slightly before being startled by the sudden opening of the door.
There was Yasa standing with his short sleeve t-shirt, he looked at Fara with a raised eyebrow.
"Let's have breakfast, you didn't fill your stomach last night." Yasa was about to leave after saying that, but he stopped his steps when Fara called him.
"Yasa, wai—achu!" Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of a sneeze preceded her. The man who was about to step out of Fara's room turned around spontaneously.
His eyes focused on Fara who was rubbing the part of her nose that felt ticklish, for the first time she caught a fever just because she cried all night, usually she also spent time walking in the rain until her uniform was soaking wet, but the fever still didn't dare to stick to her .
"You-"
"Do you have fever medicine?" Fara cut Yasa's words. Her eyes glanced at the man with occasional blinks slowly, Fara still remembers how the argument between them last night, the awkwardness she feels now because of last night's problem.
"You have a fever?" Fara gave a small nod, ending with Yasa walking closer to her. Unexpectedly when the man's warm fingers touched his forehead, it made Fara's whole body feel like it was on fire, her heart pounding so much that it made her feel nervous to move her body away from the man.
"Can I get the medicine?"
Yasa didn't immediately give him an answer, the man seemed to sigh a little because he felt that Fara had just avoided him, trying to create a barrier between the two of them that Yasa couldn't penetrate. From the very beginning, Fara didn't want anyone to reach out and touch her life.
"Yes, I will bring—" Fara interrupted Yasa's words again, "just tell me where you put it, I'll take it there."
Silence, the two of them just cast glances that lead to the depths of Fara, the girl inevitably broke her gaze from the man first.
"It's in the kitchen drawer." Yasa said, Fara immediately took off the blanket that had wrapped her body then stepped out of there, about to pass Yasa's body.
"If you need something, you can tell me."
Fara's steps stopped, but not with her intention to stay away from there. "Thank you," if God had given her a small power that would allow her to survive on her own feet, Fara would have gone from there, living alone in a crowd of people who didn't recognize her. Fara wants to go to a faraway place, forgetting the previous events as if she had no past at all.
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To just take medicine, Fara didn't think about how she had to keep her legs moving even though the dizziness in her head was getting worse, she also didn't have time to think that Sean might be there.
No need for small dialogue to talk to herself, Fara quickly found a small box containing the drug she was looking for. Heaving a sigh of relief at the same time reaching for a glass of mineral water to help the medicine reach its final digestion, Fara was made to flinch when a strong hand that she knew very well stopped her action.
"Don't take medicine if you haven't filled your stomach."
Nothing managed to make her ears feel deafening, her heart was pumping faster until her blood flow was moving faster than Yasa's voice, recently Fara felt that something was wrong with her.
Yasa immediately turned his back on Fara, the man skillfully took out the warm soup from the heater and served it in a medium-sized bowl. Fara managed to gulp down her saliva, the smell of the soup made her appetite call out.
"Eat, and don't be stubborn."
Fara understands, behind the man's words, Yasa is harboring annoyance too, maybe he thought that Fara would refuse his help again, with that Fara also grumbled through the heart. Maybe like this, fine, I'll eat it, no need to say I'm stubborn!
"Thank you," in contrast to what she wanted to say, Fara prefers to use her human instincts to repay Yasa's kindness.
"How long did you spend crying?"
Fara coughed softly hearing that, she immediately took a sip of mineral water to neutralize her throat again. Come on, can't that man just leave her there alone? Fara can at least be seen eating live.
"I'm not crying," Yasa rolled his eyes a little, it succeeded in making Fara frown in surprise. "Don't lie, your slightly puffy dark circles make it all clear."
"That—where did you learn to roll your eyes like that?" According to Fara, Yasa is a rigid man who has never exercised such rights.
"Don't change the subject, Fara." Alright, Fara lost badly. "I don't cry much, it's just my eyes that swell easily." She continued her dinner which had been delayed, ignoring Yasa's gaze that had been glaring at her all this time while rubbing his itchy nose.
"Okay, don't forget to take your medicine after this, Sean and I have to go," his words were only given a small nod from Fara, "and for your question earlier," Fara looked up, waiting for Yasa's next words, "I just learned some expressions from you. "
Really?