That day, the nurse removed the IV in Rissa's hand. According to the doctor, if her condition is more stable today, she can go home tomorrow.
Satria came early in the morning. He smiled so sweetly at Rissa. In his hand, he was carrying a package of food.
"Hi, Rissa. I brought you chicken soup." Satria took out the heat-resistant container from the plastic wrap and opened the lid. Smoke rises, emitting the aroma of onions and chicken.
"Thanks, Sat, but I already ate."
Satria stared at Rissa in silence for a moment; maybe he was disappointed. "At least, give it a try," Satria persuaded her.
Rissa still felt full after finishing her breakfast, which was not tasty. The breakfast was rice, steamed tofu, and soy sauce meat. Rissa doesn't know if it's real meat or not because it tasted very bland. If she compares the food with the soup that Satria brought, it seems that the soup is more tempting.
