JORDAN
Chapter 23

“Why is the food just stirred?” tegur Sheryl, Nara's new friend. The glasses girl

working in HRD.

Sheryl is the woman who was a week ago in

snapped by Jordan when he was late in submitting his report. They become

familiar since the incident, where when Nara washed her hands in the toilet, she

hearing Sheryl's voice crying as she pleased in one of the rooms

restrooms. Unbearable, Nara comforts the girl and encourages her back,

then after that day they made a good friendship. Proven, already

this week at lunchtime they will always eat together

tell me a lot of things.

A touch in her hand, made Nara blink and wake up.

“Eh? Why?”

“You're daydreaming. What was? any problems at work?” ask Sheryl Kahwatir

“Eng.not, really. Just no more lust.” Nara smiled weakly

“You sick?” Sheryl touched Nara's forehead and compared her forehead to “normal,

kok”

“I'm fine, Sheryl. But uda these few days is no longer tasteful,”

“What if we go home from work later we check with the doctor? You see your face is also a bit pale that,”

Nara shook her head quickly, “No. Rest at home later also uda improved.”

“You sure?”

Nara smiled her smile, then nodded “Yakin, Sheryl” said trying

looks spirited.

“Oudah if so. But at least you eat little dong. Let your stomach not be empty

I see,” Sheryl's word, pointing to food on Nara's plate that is still intact.

“Iya.” Nara said briefly.

Not only tasteful to eat, even Nara has been having trouble sleeping for a week

definite cause. Maybe because I study too much

given Sam, or maybe because Jordan that to date does not exist

it is reported. Still fresh in Nara's memory, how that day Jordan looked so

be different. His gaze was so cold and the whole day in the office was in a bad mood. It

keep yelling at anyone who makes a mistake. The slightest mistake

which usually will be tolerated. Sometimes even employees who don't

wrongdoing. Especially for employees who clearly make a big mistake.

When going to Dubai, Jordan was reluctant to say a word with him. So

Nara finished putting Jordan's stuff together in the suitcase, the man just told her to

Sam took her to the car and just passed from in front of her. Moderately

Jordan did something before he left. He kissed Nara often, even though Nara did not

replying, or patting Nara on the cheek, or at least stroking her head. But times

this is nothing happening.

And during his departure to Dubai, Jordan never once asked for or gave him

tidings. Being silenced for no apparent reason like that kept Nara going

he wondered if he had made a big mistake, so it worked

offended her husband. It was as if the night before Jordan had silenced her,

they're still fine. But why on waking up the man changed a hundred

eighty degrees.

****

Nara felt herself in a state of half-sleep and half-consciousness, she

know that the morning is approaching even though the sky may still be dark covered

clouds due to heavy rain that has not stopped flushing the earth since yesterday. Even yesterday

he came home wet from choosing to go home

public transport.

The heavy rain reminded him of his final farewell to his mother. Mama

she ended up depressed after hearing her father died in a plane crash. Nara

forced to lock his mother in the room because often want to end

his life to catch up with his father. But that day, when Nara was just coming home from school, she,

he saw his mother get out of the room and ran to the highway

amidst the torrent of rain and thunderous lightning. Nara chased him but

as their distance stayed a little longer, a car from the opposite direction was more

it used to hit his mother's body to make the middle-aged woman directly

died on the spot.

Nara blinked her suddenly wet eyes before opening them. Then realize

where is he now. His eyes were still sleepy and felt a push

to go back to sleep, but something forced him to open his mind and read

position now.

He was still lying on the bed, lying on his side and hugging something

warm which he thought as a bolster and his countrymen, but it was not.

She was hugging Jordan who was asleep in her breast cradle. Yeah, Jordan's lying down

slanted with eyes closed in the arms of Nara. The side of his head is on the chest

Nara while Jordan's warm breath blew there, and both of Nara's arms hugged

jordan's head and shoulders tightly while Jordan's hands hugged

his waist.

Jordan's?

When did he come back?

Nara froze and did not dare to move while her chin was precisely stuck on the shoot

the head of the husband that fell on his chest.

it's Jordan's. The hair feels so soft and smooth when touching

his skin.

The softness made Nara feel so comfortable that she was sleepy again. With movement

half-asleep, she swiped the side of her cheek into her husband's hair, then without

able to hold back, Nara lowered her head and kissed Jordan's head

tighten hugs. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again quietly

and comfortable.

****

“Why you?” nara asked when she saw Jordan kneading her temple. That guy

just came out of the walk in closet with a pale-looking face.

“Gak nothing.” Jordan sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out the tie he was holding

since earlier on Nara, “Pakikan.” he said flat

The man was still indifferent. Sighing, Nara approached and took a tie

it was from Jordan's hand, then started to infer it on Jordan's shirt-neck collar.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Nara realized, Jordan's bead has not come off

looking at his face, and that made him a little misbehaved.

“What time's it home tonight?” shifting his awkwardness, Nara finally chose

let out a sound first—possessing Jordan just focus on staring at him, reluctant to tell a story.

“Two.”

The answer is too short. Not Jordan once.

Nara cleared her throat, “Ke-why not wake me up?”

“For what?”

Nara's hand suddenly stopped. He stared deeply at the blue bead of Jordan that was still glaring at him. It was obvious that this man was still angry with her.

“Oh.” that answer at once completed the task of pervert Jordan tie “completed.”

Nara patted Jordan's shoulder softly, then would walk out from the man's front before his body was restrained by Jordan's hand that was now wrapped around

her waist, while her face was immersed in Nara's stomach.

“Jo—“

“My head hurts.” murmured “my stomachs nausea—“

Nara has not commented, Jordan had already run to the bathroom while

smothering mouth.

Kahwatir, Nara followed.

HOEK…

HOEK…

Jordan was seen vomiting in front of the closet sitting now, his face pale

pacifist.

“Jordan, what did you eat wrong? we go to the doctor after this,”

Nara nailed Jordan's neck, then opened her shirt by Nara. Tangled and wet.

“No need. Maybe my stomach acid is up. Later heal by yourself.”

Nara cupped Jordan's cheeks, wiping her wet face with a tissue.

“You often late to eat?”

Jordan is weak. “Tell Sam, I can't lead a meeting today.”

Nara nodded, then led Jordan and laid him on the bed. Nara took

oil and feed it in Jordan's hard stomach. Once Jordan was seen

a little better, he immediately dropped down—preparate food and medicine for

Jordanian. Nara cooks quickly even though there are a lot of waiters at home, but she

do ityourself.

Carefully, Nara opened the room door with a hand carrying a tray. It puts

it's on a bedside nightstand. Then stroked Jordan's forehead

soft, made the man open his eyes.

“Eat first,” says Nara slowly

“I'm not tasteful.” Overt Jordan

“But you have to eat. How your stomach acid will heal if you are late to eat

continue.”

Jordan has a sour face. Really, he really wasn't in the mood to eat. Just imagining food coming into his mouth, Jordan was already nauseous.

“After eating, you can sleep again,” persuaded Nara

By force, Jordan wakes up slowly with the help of Nara. The woman began to feed the porridge

jordan's mouth was slow and patient. At first glance Jordan stared at the disgusted spoon in

his hands, though Jordan kept his mouth open and chewed on them

spiritless.

After that Nara tidied the cutlery into the kitchen—let Jordan sit leaning on

top mattress.

“Where are you?” jordan asked when she saw Nara coming out of the walk in closet in neat clothes.

“Office. Sam definitely needs help—“

“Who let you go?” Jordan raised an eyebrow.

“But-,”

“Change clothes then go up here.” Jordan's word is firm

Nara sighed tiredly, “Jo..”.

“Replace or I replace?” threaten her with an emphasis-filled voice.

Nara exhaled a rough breath, and without saying any more she turned around to change

his clothes.

To be continued

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