Married Sugar Daddy
Brian Sick

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Bian walked towards his room cheerfully. While Bima, the man was lying on the floor like a stranded person. Intentions want to beat Bian in fact even he who lost dozens of times to the girl. Bima's self-esteem was shattered into pieces. As a grown man, he was defeated by a little boy like Bian, what would the world say if his friends knew about this.

"That's why don't you peremehin little boy brother, you know the taste!" Aldi left Bima with an amazingly happy feeling. Aldi had also had time to doubt the ability of Bian, but the tiny fingers were very agile, Bian was also very clever when fighting the enemy.

Bian opened the room door slowly. He frowned when he saw that the room lights were not turned off. Is her husband not asleep? But it's 12 o'clock in the night. Brian usually sleeps at such hours.

The girl stepped into the room, she was about to run towards her room, but Bian heard agitated movements from the bed. Bian finally settles near the husband's bed, his eyebrows are tied tat when he sees Brian moving restlessly with sweaty circles that flood his handsome face.

"Om, Om okay, right? Om why?" Bian tried to shake Brian's shoulder, but he didn't get any response.

As Bian drew closer, he touched Brian's forehead, and he pulled his hand back. "Om fever, Om's body is hot."

Bian turned around to call for help, but his hand was scuffed by Brian. Bian immediately turned his head and sat on the edge of the bed while trying to let go of her husband's hand.

"Don't make a fuss Bian, grab my phone, there's Mahen's number, you can call him and ask him what you have to do."

Bian nodded. He took the phone that was on the nightstand. But when he wanted to open the phone, he looked back at Brian confused. "What's Om?"

"My date of birth."

"But Bian doesn't know when Om was born."

Brian breathed a rough breath. He mentioned his cell phone cipher though with great difficulty. His head hurt, so much pain, it felt into Brian's ear.

Five minutes after Bian called Mahen, he began to do all the things Mahen instructed. The girl started looking for a thermometer in the drawer. "40°," Bian muttered. "Why is it so high."

Bian again sent a message to Mahen to inform her husband's condition. After getting a reply, Bian again busy down to take lukewarm water and a small towel. Invitation of so many stairs and high does not necessarily make Bian tired. He went into the room and started compressing Brian's forehead with that little towel.

The next stage was, Bian had to give the medicine to her husband. "Om, um has dinner yet?"

Brian shook his head making Bian exhale violently. He walked back to the kitchen. Again, I have to go up and down the stairs.

"What should I give you? I can't make porridge?" Bian ransacked the contents of the refrigerator to look for something, there was nothing there. Now Bian turned to looking for food that he might be able to give to her husband. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the bread as well as some kind of jam. Bian took two loaves of bread, then applied butter and chocolate jam. After that, Bian took hot water from the dispenser. Bian was again confused because usually Bian will brew this bread with milk, but Brian could not consume milk before taking the medicine.

"Akh no papa, the fresh pepper is a little reasonable, right, the name is also bread."

Bian continued his action by brewing the bread with hot water, after he felt enough, he brought the food to Brian, not to forget Bian also brought a glass of warm water.

This time Bian was already feeling a bit tired. His knees felt a little shaky. Going up and down the stairs several times made his body faint. "Om, if after this Om is still fierce with Bian, Om is really outrageous."

Bian opened the door with his feet. Fortunately, he did not close the door tightly.

"Be careful Om, it's still hot" Bian said.

Brian frowned as the melted bread melted in his mouth. "This is what, why it feels so strange" Brian protested.

"Have eaten. Still thankful Bian made food. Spend, if not, then Bian will not help Om again."

Brian returned according. Actually the food that Bian made was not too bad, maybe because his tongue was not tasting well, as a result Brian could finish the strange food.

Ten minutes have passed. Bian offered anti-pain medication as well as antibiotics to Brian. After making sure Brian took the medicine, Bian again helped Brian to lie down.

"Now you are sleeping! Want Bian to sing?"

Brian was silent not responding to his wife's words. He tried to close his eyes even though it was a bit difficult.

Bian started singing. Although in a quiet voice, Brian could still hear Bian's melodious voice that was completely different from his voice when he was babbling. Brian who had closed his eyes, slightly opened his eyes to see Bian, the corner of his lips was drawn upwards. Brian closed his eyes again and now he began to sleep comfortably.

*Infant only if Bian again sing Great Things on the same cover Raffa*

Bian smiled, he continued to sing as he again compressed Brian's forehead. But after a while, Bian began to get sleepy and accidentally, Bian slept in a position to sit on a small chair but his hands he piled to the edge of the bed in a row with his head resting on his hands.

It was getting late, almost morning. Brian woke up, he glanced at Bian. The girl was still sleeping in the same position. Brian, who was feeling sorry, tried to get up and move Bian to the bed. After seeing Bian sleep comfortably, Brian again lay on his side watching the tiny face that had been treating him painstakingly all night.

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The morning sunlight began to fall. Brian blinked his eyes as a flash of light pierced through the curtain and hit his handsome face.

Brian turned his head to the side, the girl who slept next to him was gone. His head turned back to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was 8 in the morning. Maybe Bian has gone to school.

Brian was not sitting. He slightly massaged his head while closing his eyes. When he was ready, Brian pulled out the blanket and sat down. He wanted to grab the phone that was on the nightstand, but his forehead wrinkled when he saw a memo looming under his phone. He took the paper and started reading.

"Bian make honey tea for Om, do not forget to drink. Bian can't cook, so Bian has asked Mbok Jum to make chicken soup. Do not forget to take medication. Don't pick up Bian today, Bian went with Aldi.

From your wife, Bian. 💋 Get well soon huh Om!"

Brian smiled reading a memo from his wife. He glanced over to the bedside. There's a little tumbler in there. Bian took it and opened the lid, for a moment Brian inhaled the aroma of tea that Bian made. After being convinced, he began to taste the tea, as wide as a smile came back into sight.

"It turns out you're of some use to Boncel, too."

The To Be Continued.