Nikita got up from her bed and took a glass of water from the table. Nikita slowly drank the water she was holding as if she wanted to get rid of her anxiety.
After putting the glass on the table, Nikita took her cellphone which was lying on the edge of the bed. There was a message from Bagas for her. Nikita seriously read the message..
Bagas told him to immediately go to his room to prepare documents that he would take with him to the meeting.
Nikita rushed into the bathroom to clean her slightly sticky body.
After finishing the shower, change clothes and make up her face by smearing her lips with libalm. Nikita looked at her face in the mirror for a moment.
"Simply perfect." said Nikita with a smile.
Immediately Nikita went out to Bagas's room which was located next to her room.
Nikita knocked lightly on the door, and soon Bagas's face was in front of her.
Bagas looks neat in his wheelchair with his gray shirt mixed with black pants. You can see Bagas's face is getting cold. And for some reason, Bagas 'cold face looked red too and there was a hot air that Nikita felt coming out of Bagas' body.
"What, Bagas is sick?" Nikita asked herself.
"Come on in! do not stand at the door." said Bagas, awakening Nikita.
"The documents are on the table, please quickly prepare them so that you can finish today's meeting quickly." said Bagas, turning his wheelchair towards the sofa where the document was on the table.
Nikita followed him and immediately sat on the sofa near Bagas. Immediately Nikita sorted out the documents that Bagas needed for the meeting.
Occasionally Nikita glanced at Bagas, when she saw that Bagas 'eyes were closed with his head leaning back, Bagas' face looked even more red.
Nikita returned to focus on her work, after she finished putting the finished document into the Bagas bag.
Nikita shifted her body closer to Bagas's body, and put her hand on Bagas forehead.
"Scorching hot." That was what Nikita felt when she held Bagas's forehead.
"Bagas, it turns out to have a fever." Nikita said to herself.
Bagas, who only closed his eyes, was shocked when a cold hand touched his forehead.
"What are you doing?" asked Bagas spontaneously opening his eyes, straightening his back.
"Your body is hot. Gas, are you sick?" Nikita asked, looking up at Bagas' face. For some reason, Nikita suddenly became worried about Bagas's condition.
"I'm fine, I'm leaving immediately. You don't have to come, the meeting is at this hotel too." said Bagas in a deep voice.
Nikita immediately gave Bagas the bag he needed.
With doubt, Nikita looked at Bagas.
"Should I go with Gas, you look unwell." said Nikita increasingly anxiously.
Bagas shook his head slowly.
"You just wait here, you are working on a document that I haven't had time to save last night. And please copy it on your laptop, the document for Monday's meeting material." said Bagas as he walked out of the room by running his wheelchair slowly.
Nikita just nodded her head slowly then closed the door.
After Bagas left, Nikita sat back on the sofa and opened Bagas' document files and laptop, which was usually used for storing document summaries.
***
It has been nearly four hours, Nikita was in Bagas's room. The task that Bagas gave him was completed two hours ago.
Nikita began to worry, Bagas's unusual meeting lasted almost four hours. She saw the clock on the wall of the room which showed three o'clock in the afternoon.
When Nikita was about to lean her head on the back of the sofa, the doorbell rang. Immediately Nikita got up and opened the door.
Nikita was surprised, she saw Bagas in his wheelchair, and a man she didn't know stood holding the handle of Bagas's wheelchair.
Bagas's face looks pale, his body looks so weak that his back can't stand upright.
Nikita was still stunned, but realized when the man helping Bagas asked her to talk.
"Sorry Miss ... Mr. Bagas should take me to his room first. can pass out if waiting for you who daydream." said the man teasing Nikita who was still in shock.
Nikita immediately helped hold Bagas' shoulders, showing Bagas's bed.
With the man's help, Nikita brought Bagas to the bed and laid him down. Bagas's body was very hot.
The man who brought Bagas, immediately left the room and sat on the sofa. The man told all the events during the meeting, until Bagas did not move after finishing the presentation.
The man was named Johan, Bagas' work partner. After telling a long story, Johan left home.
Nikita returned to Bagas' room, near to him Bagas who looked weak, his eyes closed and his lips pale.
It really doesn't suit Bagas' person who looks strong and cold.
Nikita went to the kitchen, took a basin and filled it with water. With a small towel available in the bathroom, Nikita intends to compress Bagas.
Nikita sat on the edge of the bed, confirming Bagas' body first by holding Bagas's forehead.
"It's still so hot." Nikita said to herself.
Nikita compressed Bagas's forehead slowly and repeatedly. Bagas's face looked anxious, gibbering incoherently.
Every now and then Bagas's face moved from side to side. The chaos became more and more unclear, his breath seemed to fluctuate.
Nikita was worried and very scared. In holding Bagas's hand he rubbed his fingers lightly, while trying to calm Bagas.
"Gas ... wake up Gas." said Nikita with the other hand holding Bagas's cheek.
Bagas began to chatter more and more with words that were occasionally heard clearly.
"Don't go ... don't go." said Bagas over and over.
Nikita was getting more panicked, when she saw Bagas breathing increasingly shallow, she lifted Bagas's back and head. In his hug Bagas tightly, while rubbing Bagas back.
"Bagas ... be aware Gas, don't be like this ... don't scare me." Nikita said many times. Nikita's hug grew tighter, rubbing Bagas's back repeatedly.
A few minutes the position of the two of them embraced. Looks like Bagas is not talking anymore, Nikita returned to lay Bagas on the bed.
In the compress again Bagas forehead repeatedly. Do not feel it was night.
Nikita looked at her watch, it was eight in the evening. Nikita was confused, she had to go back to her room or accompany Bagas who was sick.
Nikita thought she would make porridge for Bagas, because she was sure that Bagas must not have eaten.