That morning, Charlos and Rissa had yellow rice for breakfast. Rissa looks very hungry, eating her yellow rice. Surprisingly, she refused to add eggs to her plate.
The food has no nutrition at all. At least, Rissa is not vomiting anymore.
"Rissa, I will take you to the doctor after work," said Charlos.
"No way!" Rissa exclaimed, "I don't want to go to the doctor."
"Why? I thought you look like you have a gastro problem or something. It will only get worse if you let it go."
"It does not matter. I am feeling better now."
Charlos frowned disapprovingly. "You have always been stubborn."
"Charlos, I do not like going to hospitals. I'll check it if I really feel bad."
"You—"
"I'm fine, Charlos. Really. I don't like the hospital atmosphere. Everything about that incident seemed to repeat in my head. I'm still traumatized."
"Rissa …."
