Mr. K is now awake from sleep. It was quite a midday indeed, but it could still be said that he got up earlier than his wife, who was still curled up in her blanket.
He got out of bed, careful not to wake his wife.
After that, Mr. K walked to the bathroom first to clean himself, and only after he prepared a meal as a substitute for breakfast which almost entered lunchtime.
Didn't spend a lot of time. Mr. K did the activity, and after that, he approached Clara, kissing her forehead softly.
"Aren't you hungry?" asked Mr. K to wake his wife.
Clara opened her eyes for a moment and shook her head lightly.
I don't know. Clara is still not excited to just get out of bed.
Mr. K sighed softly and chose to bring the food he had made to his room. He did not want his wife to be sick, remembering that she had experienced stomach problems because of her messy eating schedule.
"Sit down. I've made food for you," said Mr. K on Clara.
