The sun's rays bothered the eyelids that were still tightly closed. Trying to disturb the calm that surrounds her at this time. Slowly but surely, the eyes moved. She wake up from her dream last night. The scorching heat of the sun also made her body feel warm until her eyes opened wide. Looking at the figure in front of her who was still asleep in him sleep.
The frown was clear on her forehead. She took a deep breath before finally getting up from her position. Looking around, it turned out to be a room with an open window. Hey… This is the room, isn't it? Why was there this figure in her house and why were they sleeping together?
Michaella tried to wake herself up by remembering the previous incident. She touched her body which was still wearing her clothes and breathed a sigh of relief. Michaella looked back at the figure beside her who was still asleep. His face was pale with dry lips. Michaella frowned. Carefully, Michaella tried to hold the figure's forehead as expected. He is sick.
Michaella got out of bed. She fell asleep after crying for a long time and maybe Miquel took her home on purpose and it was the man who was sleeping. But… What does all this mean?
Michaella's mind was unsettled and the doorbell rang as she descended the stairs. Michaella glanced briefly at the door before finally stepping in there. Maybe Araya came again.
"Hey… You just woke up?" Araya asked as soon as Michaella opened the door.
Michaella just nodded slowly in response to Araya's question. Meanwhile, Araya watched Michaella's car which was in front of the house when the girl had just woken up.
"You left last night?"
Michael nodded again.
"Where and with whom? You didn't do anything stupid did you?"
Michaela shook her head. "It is nothing. I just wanted to leave because I was bored."
"And only woke up when it was nine o'clock?"
Michaella looked into the house to see the clock and sure enough. It was nine o'clock and he looked back at Araya, nodding in agreement. "I don't want to be bothered, Array. You can go home again and come back tomorrow."
Araya frowned. He was kicked out again by Michaella for no reason, so Araya couldn't have bad thoughts now. He shook his head in response to Michaella. He sneaked into the house and made Michaella just sigh softly because Araya did not comply with her request.
"I can't believe what you're saying this time. Lastly, you said you wanted to be alone but in the end, you had an accident. I don't want that to happen to you and I'll be here all day even though you'll get bored."
Michaella exhaled again. "I'm not going anywhere and you don't have to worry. I can take care of myself."
Michaella's words didn't make Araya think positively, on the contrary, the girl felt unappreciated for everything she had done. Araya looked at Michaella who looked calm and innocent, and he realized that Michaella didn't want him in her life. Araya lowered her head for a moment then looked back at Michaella who still showed the same expression.
"Hey… I'm not going anywhere." Michaella spoke again to reassure Araya, but the look on Araya's face seemed to say that wasn't what she wanted to hear.
Arya took a deep breath and then walked away. Leaving Michaella who was confused by Araya's behavior which she felt was quite strange. Did Michaella offend Araya? But Michaella didn't find it offensive at all. Ah, just ignore Araya for now and she should go back to the room to take care of Miquel who is sick.
Michaella headed to the kitchen to get the compress. His own body felt uncomfortable enough from last night's cold. But for now, Miguel's health is more important. Afterward, Michaella returned to the room and held Miquel's forehead which felt hotter than before. He took a deep breath and started compressing.
"Why am I doing this?" muttered Michaella remembering that it was Miquel who caused all this mess in her life.
Michaella looked at Miquel who was still asleep but seemed uncomfortable with slightly parted lips. Seeing that Michaella felt no heart. He again compressed Miquel attentively and ignored his bad memory about Miquel. After all, Miquel had brought him home last night until the man's body had a fever. Michaella felt this was fair enough with Miquel's stupid actions last night.
Michaella remembered well that Miquel used his jacket to protect Michaella's cold body and the man who only wore a short-sleeved shirt. Michaella herself didn't realize she was asleep and somehow Miquel was able to bring her home last night. Michaella is just trying to think positively about what happened last night.
Michaella continues to compress Miquel. Vaguely he heard Miquel's muttering which he didn't understand. Michaella tried to put her ear to Miquel's mouth to hear clearly, but happened was Miquel suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked by himself being so close to the man's face.
"What do you want to do?"
Michaella immediately corrected her position as soon as she heard Miquel's clear voice. He glanced at the man who was also looking at him with a curious expression.
Michaella shook her head quickly. "You were mumbling in your sleep so I tried to listen because it wasn't very clear. So don't get me wrong."
Miquel shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Trying to move from his position and Michaella immediately helped. Miquel stared at the compress that fell in his hand, then stared at Michaella in silence.
"You have a fever," Michaella said seeing Miquel's confused look.
Michael exhaled slowly and sat up. He saw Michaella's earlobe which still had the bandage last night. The girl's face was also still dull and had not been touched by water. Miquel came closer and touched Michaella's earlobe. He looked down with a sigh.
Michaella just kept silent and watched Miquel who looked guilty. "I'm fine," he said which made Miquel look at him.
Michaella nodded to convince Miquel of what she said. "I'm okay. You fixed it last night."
He smiled. He grabbed Michaela's body and hugged her tightly. As if to say that he did not want to lose the girl at any time. Michaella herself was silent about getting this kind of treatment from Miquel. His mind kept remembering bad things about Miquel but it was different from his body which seemed like he didn't want to refuse. He felt that Miquel had a strong reason to do all this to him. Although he was also injured because of this incident.
Michaella's hand moved to stroke Miquel's back. His lips pressed together. It was as if they could communicate through each other's touch. While Miquel was also silent, his eyes wandered far away there. Looking at a blank wall with all the thoughts that surround him at this time.
"I will make you happy," he whispered and tightened his embrace on Michaella's body.
Michaella smiled a thin smile. His mind couldn't concentrate. On the one hand, he wants to take revenge on Miquel for what he did to all members of his family, but on the other hand, he also feels that Miquel needs him. Who knows. Michaella couldn't calm down in the current situation.