Fever

"The guest room is ready and the beddings as well."

"Thank you. I'll take care of the rest . Please bring me here a basin with a cold water and soft towel that I can use to wipe her," Miguek said.

The maid left the room. She has done on fixing the bed. There, where Miguel comfortably laid his wife. He carefully took off the sandals that Zav was wearing. He noticed his wife's reddened lips. It made him feel strange.

He didn't want to feel it. But what else would someone like him feel after waited so long. Despite all the fears that he might be just waiting for nothing.

'Oh my! Naughty mind stop teasing me' he said to himself.

Nothing has changed in what he sees. His wife has still the charm and beauty to look at. From then and now, Zaviah is still as she is, even years had passed by.

"Uuugh! Miguel!"

Zav's soft moaned came from her deep breathe. And his name was the next one he heard it spoke. So he quickly touched his hand to its forehead and felt that his wife's fever rise even more. He was about to go out of the room to follow the maid into the kitchen. But he met it at the door.

"Thank you. I'm going to wipe her."

"Okay sir. I'll be right back to the kitchen too. I'm cooking the food to serve for dinner."

"You take the medicine kit to my room first. It was on the table next to my bed," he ordered.

The maid complied and left him holding the basin filled with a cold water. He thought about what he would do. He realized he might not be able to stand without being tempted. But he wanted to make his wife feel him as a loving husband. The truth that Zaviah has never seen. In that way at least his wife may know he married her not just on a piece of paper. And it is not for the inherited property he will be going to have. So he walked back to the bed and slowly put down the basin on the table beside him. He gently pulled up his wife's long hair and laid it up on bed. From forehead down the wiping he did. He actually wanted to kiss his wife's lips. But he restrains himself. Even though they were still a legal couple. He would wait for his wife's heart would soften for him. He could still wait in spite of everything. His heart pounding at what he would do next. And it is to remove the button of his wife's top wear. But before proceeding he first took a loose t-shirt from his closet. For his wife to wear on.

But even before he stood up, Zav pulled his hand. So he lost his balance. And both their faces inadvertently stick together. It was as if the cycle of the world had stopped for him. Overjoyed and got thrilled, that's what he felt.

"Don't leave me please," Zaviah whispered.

"I'll be back right away."

But Zaviah's arms around cling on his neck. The temptation became even more closer to him. He closed his eyes and prepared himself. Until his lips landed on the longings he had never been tired of keeping to himself. It is difficult for him to understand their situation.

Sometimes Zaviah deals with him earnestly. And sometimes it's cold as if they don't have a little chance to get along again.

'Miguel'

Her heart would leap with pleasure at the name his wife uttered. It is said coldly and tenderly.

'I can't avoid this anymore'

He whispered it to himsef. As his eyes were staring on the woman sleeping on his arms saying his name.

"I love you so much, Zav. Please believe me," he replied wholeheartedly.

He closed his eyes as he said the words with sencerity from his heart.

He closed his eyes as he said the words sincere to his heart. But when he looked up again, his wife was still sound asleep.

"Huuuh!"

A deep sound of sighed came out from his mouth. He gently tapped his wife's shoulder to wake up. To eat porridge and take medicine as well. Zaviah woke up and looked more at him. He sees that his wife's obviously feeling really bad. It ate three tablespoons and then refused.

"I'm enough at three spoons. I feel nauseous."

"It's Okay at least you eat."

Miguel handed over the medicine for the fever and water.

"Thank you," Zav said.

And it went back to sleep again. Miguel let his wife sleep first. He went to the kitchen to eat dinner. He did not linger long on his food. He hastened to grieve. And immediately returned to the guest room to see his wife's condition again. He noticed his wife is shivering . Seemed like feeling so cold. So he hurriedly took a thicker blanket. And he hugged his wife to make feel even hotter. Miguel did not realize that he fell asleel hugging his wife.

Meanwhile, Zaviah woke up. She smiled as her husband hugged her. She closed her eyes again. She didn't even think about where and why she was nexr to her husband in bed. It was only in those moments thay she coukd feel the hugs she had longed for.

She feels heavy and her head hurts. He remembered the last thing that had happened. That Miguel had picked him up before she even forgot the rest. She immediately looked up and rolled her eyes around. She was not mistaken. The place where she is not the mansion of the Mondragons. On the wall design she first noticed it. The bed she was lying on was different. And her eyes searched around the entire room for her mother and her son.

"Good morning my sunshine!"

He greeted happily his wife as he put down the tray to the table at the side of the bed.

"What have you done to me, while I was in a good sleep?" Zaviah asked.

"No. You were not in a good sleep first of all. Yes I hugged you tight. To keep you warm. You were so cold that I hugged you all night.

"You just took advantage. That's all I can say about what you did. I had a fever and you can cover me with a blanket. So, do I need to say thank you?"

"I'm sorry if I did something wrong."

He didn't want the conversation to escalate again. So he preceded asking an apology.