Him And Me
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"Uhk!!" Wita growled in her bed unsettled. Tonight is Sunday night, and a very precious night for Wita because tomorrow is the most satisfied day to sleep.
Actually, at this time he felt uneasy because the act of Raka who gave him a challenge to hold himself back, of course for the sake of the man Wita would be ready to refrain from doing what Raka asked.
The demand is simple for some and may not even matter at all. But not for Wita, tonight is such a precious night for him to do something. Yes, the goal is to watch anime movies, his favorite anime.
"I want and miss watching anime," muttered Wita hugging bolsters.
"Sorry, tonight you can't accompany my gray weeknight, because there is someone more valuable than you," murmured Wita more tightly hugging bolts while remembering his favorite anime characters.
Indeed, this Sunday night can still be called the night of gray week well. Inner Wita asked herself, is it still appropriate for those words to herself.
"Your!! But want to watch, am I watching? After all, he did not know," said Wita sitting down.
"No-no! I promised Raka I must be strong!!!" his passion for himself, then lay down.
"Well!! But I want to watch" he murmured again. Not long after tired of arguing with yourself Wita finally fell asleep.
Raka forbids Wita not to mean anything. The man was only worried about the woman, he forbade Wita to watch his favorite anime that night because for Raka that night was good for Wita to rest.
At first Wita refused and there was a debate between the two of them, but for reasons Raka who said choose the anime or herself. Finally Wita did not dwell, obviously he would choose Raka and of course he agreed what was in Raka's pinta
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At Raka's apartment, she feels so guilty to Wita that she seems disappointed when she forbids herself from watching anime. This made Raka unable to sleep.
"Should I apologize to her," Raka muttered remembering Wita's disappointed face.
"Tap it all for his good, yes his goodness." said Raka reassured himself but still he did not have the heart to remember the face of Wita who was sad because of it.
"Akh!!! Why does it feel like I've become so guilty to her." Raka frustrates her. At last that night he could not sleep.
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The morning...
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The sound of knocking on Wita's door, made him stop his activities rubbing his clothes.
Today her dirty clothes are piling up. Not to mention the dirty dishes that are still scattered everywhere in addition he has not cooked food at all.
And he was grateful to obey Raka's request that last night he should just sleep. And as a result today he has a lot of energy to get the job done.
Hearing the knock on Wita's door hurriedly towards her boarding door.
"Yes a minute!" she screamed from inside and opened the door.
How shocked he saw Raka who looked so tired with a pale face.
"Why are you?" ask Wita to worry.
"Sorry," said Raka then put her face on Wita's shoulder. Wita was quite surprised by that.
"For what?" tanya Wita then raised Raka's face with both hands and how shocked she was when she realized the man's face was hot, it seemed that she was feverish.
"Sorry," Raka again muttered.
"What's Ka for?" tanya Wita while preparing the compress Raka.
"Because it has forbidden and disappointed you yesterday." explained Raka, at first Wita was confused by Raka's words. But, he realized Raka's intention. It must be because he feels guilty because Raka forbids him to watch anime. Wita almost laughed out loud.
Just because of such a small problem, but maybe not for Wita. I got sick because I felt guilty.
"Gosh Raka, that shouldn't be a thought. I should have thanked you instead. And it should be me who apologizes for making you this way," said Wita bowed down feeling guilty and considering the events of yesterday should not put on such a tenacious expression.
'Greb!' Raka hugged Wita.
"No Wita, I was wrong" said Raka.
And there was a show of self-blame for half an hour. In the end, they both admitted to being wrong.
At that time their stomachs were both protesting because they had not been given food.
Finally Wita went cooking, and Raka went to rest. The fever is quite high. Be Wita take care of Raka. Although previously Wita had reprimanded Raka for daring he went to ride a vehicle when sick. But Raka did not subdue him the point he met Wita.
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It was like being a housewife. Inner Wita.
But what is it like to be a housewife. Confused Wita.
Excited too. Inner again.
"Good god, my goodness. What the hell am I thinking," said Wita groaning.
Maluny. Inner Wita again felt ashamed of herself and continued her work again. Then he prepared porridge for Raka to eat.
"The rabbit eats. But before I'm sorry Ka if it doesn't taste good, end I'm not very good at cooking, I'm still in the process of learning this." Said Wita putting her porridge on the table.
"Whatever it feels like, I'll eat if it's made by you" Raka said.
"Thank you Raka," said Wita happily. At least someone appreciates the food.
"Can you bribe me?" ask Raka.
"You can eat by yourself" said Wita nervously. Raka also tried to eat alone but her hands shook slightly, in the end Wita wanted to feed Raka.
Although Wita was still shy, the man looked happy and spent all the porridge made by Wita. According to him, the taste of Wita cuisine is not bad, and it tastes the same as food in general. But for Raka it is a special thing because what makes him is the person he loves.
After feeding Raka, Wita then settled. The man apparently started to fall asleep when Wita gave him a fever-lowering drug.
Raka's pretty white face looked flushed. Sweat started to pour out from his body. Maybe in a few hours when he rests in peace he will be better.
Wita takes care of Raka with all her heart. It seemed that he was also quite exhausted by then, having done all his house chores.
He sat down right next to Raka. Realizing that the girl was beside him Raka stroked Wita's hair that was falling asleep.
Finally they both fell asleep until the afternoon, the sleeping Wita sat right beside Raka and Raka who was lying on the mattress beside her while holding the top of Wita's head.
At that time, for them it could be a day worth remembering.
Although it may be in their hearts that there is a turbulent feeling but they are conscious enough to hold back until the time comes.
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