Forty three (a)

"Did you like it?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah!" I gave him a mouthful reply and took the piece of Chicken wings, but the smell did something to my stomach, and I felt nausea all of a sudden.

I put the plate and fork on the bed before I ran towards the bathroom to throw up. I emptied all the content from my stomach and leaned on the wall.

He rubbed my back and handed me water and a towel. I rinsed my mouth and wiped my face with the towel he gave me.

"You okay?" Somehow his reaction was priceless like he is horrified of seeing me like this. He scooped me in his arms and walked out of the bathroom then gently made me sit on the bed where I sat before.

He grabbed the plate of chicken wings and placed it apart from my sight. "Eat this." He tried to feed me spaghetti, but I shook my head. "I don't want to eat." I said tiredly.

"Please, just a bit." He brought the fork to my mouth. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and ate the spaghetti slowly.