"Indeed, Doctor Tirta is far better than Tara. The medicine he prescribed for me is not bitter like Tara's medicine."
"The good medicine is the bitter one. Tara gave you a bitter medicine so you can recover quickly," said Aiden.
Anya put her hand around his neck and said, "I know Tara has good intentions. That's why I drank her bitter medicine. Aiden, carry me upstairs."
The man wanted to refuse because of his current physical condition. He didn't know when he would lose his sight or when he would experience a headache.
What if his vision blurred when he climbed the stairs?
What if he fell and hurt Anya? That'd be very dangerous especially for her.
"Mrs. Hana is looking," Aiden whispered.
Anya looked back and found that Hana was looking at the two of them with a smile. She immediately smiled shyly and patted Aiden's hand. "Come on, let's go upstairs."
Aiden took her hand and they went upstairs together.
