Eleventh

In a room with minimal lighting there is a beautiful girl lying in the middle of her bed, she is not alone but there is a man sitting on the couch. Right next to the bed.

Now that the clock's ticking at 7:00 sharp, that means Jovin's been in that room for over four hours. However, the girl he was waiting for hasn't opened her eyes after being injected with fluid by the doctor a few hours ago. Most likely tonight Agnes will wake up, said the woman's doctor. Considering Agnes' fever is quite high.

Jovin then stood up and opened the woolen black turtleneck he was wearing, leaving his brown pants. The man then slowly sat on the lip of the bed and then took off his pantophile shoes and lay down his body right next to Agnes.

After comfortably setting his body aside, the man then placed one hand over Agnes' two hands folded over the girl's belly.

Hot, the girl's temperature is still hot even though it's not as hot as it was.

"Nghh,"

The long moaning sound coming from Agnes' pale lips made Jovin sit back. The man then arranged a pillow on the head of the bed and leaned his body there, pulling a thick blanket over Agnes' body up to her neck. He stout hands then moved on Agnes's account, wiping her gently until the wrinkles on the girl's forehead disappeared slowly.

Seconds, minutes, and hours have passed. It was already 2 p.m. but Jovin had not closed his eyes, he was still loyal to his position while wiping Agnes' forehead. The girl was already asleep in her sleep comfortably.

Suddenly the girl moved restlessly sobbing and muttering the word 'cold' made Jovin immediately get out of bed and look for another thick blanket and cover Agnes' body. The man then goes back up to bed, hugs the girl's body gently.

"Husstt, go to sleep. I'll take care of you," Jovin whispered in Agnes' ear, making the girl immediately silent and fall asleep again.

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Agnes is still a spoiled teenage girl and still needs affection, especially when the fever strikes. Once while still living in Turkey with her mother, every girl was sick she always complained to her neighbor, a widow was left dead by her 35-year-old husband and could be said to be quite close to her. Agnes called the woman Rose.

Every time she gets sick, Rose takes Agnes to her house for treatment. Of course Rose had to pay some Lira to Chelsea, Agnes' mother. Because she reasoned that she needed Agnes' energy to help her do homework for a few days or weeks. And of course it's not free, Chelsea always asks for a fee first.

The reason why Agnes never complained of pain to her mother is, Chelsea will torture her even more. Because that half-demon woman was always happy to see Agnes suffer.

Nearly half an hour Nori persuaded Agnes to eat her breakfast, a bowl of porridge mixed with spices made her smell very good. However, the tongue and smell of sick people like Agnes are quite different. All this time he kept hiding behind his thick blanket avoiding the smell that was coming out of his room.

"Nori, please stay away. Give the porridge to someone else, I want to have another breakfast." Agnes whined, her voice still sounded husky.

"Come on, good girl, just five bribes. After that, take your medicine," Nori persuaded while pulling the blanket that covered the girl's body.

It's been four days since Agnes' fever broke. However, the girl's appetite has not returned completely. Especially on the first morning of the girl's illness, it was very difficult to persuade her to eat. Only Jovin could force the girl to swallow her food with tears in her eyes. It was only three spoons because Agnes couldn't stand it and almost threw up her food.

"I don't want porridge, I want something else," Agnes said complaining, sounding very spoiled.

"Tell me," said a voice that was very well known to Agnes, who else was Jovin.

"Em, muffin," Agnes replied nervously.

Still imagining in her memory how the expressionless face told her to eat, it was scary and able to frighten Agnes into giving off a cold sweat.

A few seconds passed, the room was again deserted as if it were uninhabited. Agnes, who is still hiding behind her blanket, is reluctant to take a peek.

"Sit down," Jovin ordered with his heavy voice, making Agnes quickly follow the man's orders.

Nori is pushing a trolley with a plate of toast and some chocolate muffins and a glass of warm milk.

Nori then placed a small table on the bed and then began moving Agnes' breakfast onto the table. The middle - aged woman also placed a small bowl containing milk and neatly cut bread in the shape of a box.

Agnes looked at the bowl and then looked frightenedly at Jovin, who was still standing not far from him with his hands in the pocket of the man's cloth pants.

"Eat it, after that you can eat muffins," said Jovin in response to Agnes' confusion.

A little forced, Agnes picked up a spoon and then poked the milk that had been mixed with the toast into her mouth.

It doesn't taste weird, it's still good. It's just that Agnes has no taste for it, she wants a muffin! However, the man's expressionless face shrinks his guts to refuse.

"Done..." Agnes' great-granddaughter after drinking the half-glass milk until it ran out and put the spoon back down.

Nori then lifted the used bowl and glass and put some pills and poured a glass of water on the table.

Agnes took two pills reluctantly, closed her eyes tightly and put the pill in her mouth. She quickly took a glass of water and sipped it.

"Hoek!" Agnes closed her mouth with her hands when she felt her breakfast ready to jump out of her mouth. It's uncomfortable, Agnes hates those bitter pills!

In a bit of haste, Agnes picks up her chocolate muffin and puts the cake in her mouth at once. Chew it quickly and then swallow it.

Hers got a little watery eyes, but the last four days have been nothing fun. Agnes hated it when she was sick, because people would tell her to swallow the bitter pill. Agnes didn't like it, she couldn't and was very anti-swallowing pills in the morning. And she can't drink water in the morning either. It may sound very strange, but Agnes' throat and stomach refuse. She can regurgitate the water and pills if he doesn't chew something sweet as a distraction for his vomit. And it's excruciating.

"Smart girl, get well soon." Jovin opened his voice after seeing Agnes finish her morning ritual.

The girl wasn't as pale as she was the other day, her face glowed almost as it always was. And Jovin was happy about it, so he couldn't wait for Agnes to make a full recovery.

"Thank you, Jo," said Agnes looking timidly towards Jovin.

The man rarely showed a flat face to Agnes, but still the structure of the man's face looked quite fierce making her a little scared.