16. Lying Sick

Miquel let go of his embrace after hugging Michaella's body long enough. He looked at the girl full then smiled. His hand ran through Michaella's messy brown hair.

"Your body temperature is getting hotter. Are you okay?" asked Michaella feeling Miquel's hand on her cheek.

Miquel shook his head. "Just cold last night. I'm fine."

Michaella noticed Miquel who also kept looking at her. The man looked calm even though his face was pale. His temperature was also higher than before, but the man said he was fine. Should Michaella be suspicious?

"Lie down. I will prepare food for you."

Michaella moved away, leaving Miquel who was just silent and watched her go. Miquel took a deep breath. His eyes began to wander around the room. He caught a photo tucked between the books and then went to look. His smile sunk after seeing who the person behind the paper was. Yes...an old photo of him and Michaella at a park. Michaella still has it.

Miquel put the photo back in its place, his feet walking around every part of the room. The broken window made him frown and look at the passage. the glass was completely broken and only the iron fence that was installed on the inside of the house remained. miquel walked back to the cupboard and saw its contents. Pretty messy.

Miquel exhaled slowly and returned to bed. His body felt uncomfortable after being outside and was cold until morning. It was also her fault why she asked Michaella to go out into the open and the cold air hit him. Miquel regretted his actions last night, and luckily Michaella wasn't the one who was sick.

Miquel began to close his eyes after feeling his body really uncomfortable. Trying to ignore Michaella who will come back later. Miquel really couldn't stand the heat all over his body.

As for Michaella, the girl had just finished washing her face after finishing preparing breakfast for Miquel. She didn't know why Miquel looked weak just because he had a fever and even his face was pale, even though if she saw last night's events… It felt strange if Miquel suddenly had a fever. It was ridiculous for Michaella.

Michaella brought a tray to her room with the dishes she had prepared. It's easy for her if she just cooks porridge and makes warm milk, it's just that Michaella isn't sure whether Miquel will like it or not. Michaella was just trying to take care of Miquel in a situation where she was also taken care of.

Michaella saw Miquel who was back asleep. She smiled slightly and put the tray on the nightstand. "Miquel… Get up. You have to fill your stomach."

Miquel didn't move an inch. Michaella again held Miquel's forehead which still felt hot. She tried to gently wake Miquel by gently tapping Miquel's cheek, but Miquel was still not bothered.

"Hey… You should recover. Hurry up and wake up." Michaella again said that Miquel quickly opened his eyes.

Miquel woke up. His eyes immediately met Michaella's eyes who were watching him.

"You're back?" he asked with a pale face.

Michaella nodded in agreement. "Come on sit down. You must eat."

Miquel complied. He positioned himself to sit with the help of Michaella. The girl immediately gave a bowl of porridge for Miquel to eat. But for a while, Miquel just kept silent and watched his bowl in silence.

"You don't like porridge?"

Miquel shook his head. "I don't like these leaves," Miquel said while showing the small pieces of leaves in his bowl of porridge.

Michaella nodded and took the bowl from Miquel again, intending to leave but her arm was stopped by Miquel. "I'll make another one that doesn't have leaves. Wait a minute."

"I will eat it."

Michaella frowned. "Are you kidding?"

"Not. I just don't want to bother you."

Michaella shook her head hearing Miquel's answer. The man also then took back his bowl and started eating. Michaella watched silently.

"You're not eating? I can share with you."

Michaella shook her head. "You act like a child now, but it's different at night. Are you a psychopath with babies face like this? I really had no idea."

Miquel stopped his eat it, then looked at Michaella in silence. Tracing Michaella's irises then turned his gaze back to his porridge. "Possible."

Michaella nodded in understanding. "I don't understand the reason behind all of your plans, but I see… Eat well. I go first."

Miquel just kept silent with Michaella who left. Thinking about Michaella's words about what reason underlies her to do all this to the girl's family. This will remain a secret who knows how long. Miquel only defends what can still be maintained. He shook his head, dispelling all his bad thoughts about the dark past.

Miquel took a deep breath, then put the bowl of porridge on the nightstand. He no longer has an appetite because of Michaella's words. Only he knows the cause of all this happened, and only he can hide his secret behind the words of an injured man. No, it seems like that word deserved more than what Michaella felt by losing all her family members. It was nothing compared to what he had experienced.

Miquel lay down again. He closed his eyes with all the thoughts that filled his brain at this time. Michaella... The girl just doesn't know anything and can only curse Miquel in silence. And about that, Miquel didn't care.

Miquel opened his eyes again, he felt uneasy and positioned himself to sit. Looking at every part of the room in silence while continuing to think. It was half past eleven, he had to get back but he also didn't want to leave Michaella alone in the house. Michael took a deep breath.

"I should hate him after all this happened, but what do I do now? You fool Miquel!"

Miquel cursed himself with all the stupid things he did. He should have ignored Michaella. He should now be struggling with what he has without caring about Michaella's existence anymore. But... Miquel couldn't just walk away. Miquel can't ignore Michaella who is left alone without family members. Miquel …

"You do not sleep?"

Michaella's voice made Miquel turn his head. He shook his head with a faint smile. "I can't sleep," she explained which made Michaella understand.

"Your temperature is high, it's only natural that you can't sleep."

Miquel smiled crookedly. "Maybe it will be normal again if you want to sleep with me."

Michaella smiled sarcastically in response to Miquel's stupid words. "I told you I don't want to be with you."

"And I will keep trying to get you to accept me."

Michaella stared into Miquel's dark eyes. There was absolutely no hesitation in there and the man looked calm. Michaella turned her gaze the other way. "Keep on dreaming, Miquel."

Miquel nodded in approval. "Just sleep. I won't do anything to you, especially without your permission."

"No."

Miquel nodded again. "Go then. You are no longer needed."

Michaella rolled her eyes. Hey… This room belongs to Michaella and even her house, why did Miquel kick her out? Isn't it upside down? How ridiculous!

"You forgot this is mine." Michaella tries to resuscitate Miquel by pointing to the floor that all of this is hers.

"I know. That's why I asked you to leave because you are useless as the owner of the house and room."

Michaella took a deep breath and walked away. Ignoring Miquel who returned to stare at her departure in silence. But before reaching the door, Michaella again stepped closer.

"Just sleep. Promise me you'll be fine after this."

Miquel smiled contentedly.