Don't Love Me, I'm Straight

Chapter 6

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Mek's POV

"Hey," I tried to shake Poom awake.

His phone alarm was starting to annoy me because he just kept it ringing without bothering to turn it off.

I shook him more roughly this time.

"Hey," I started to say again but had to quickly take my hands off his arm. There was so much heat coming from his body and he was shaking like he was having the chills.

Oh shit, I muttered to myself, because if he was sick I had to be the one to take over his duties on top of being just the house chef.

"What happened to you," I asked when I heard him groan and try to sit up in bed.

"I think I got this from the guy who was standing in line behind me yesterdau when I went to the pharmacy to pick up our boss' bottle of multi-vitamins." Poom said with a very hoarse voice.

"Oh no," I said feeling sorry for him but at the same time upset that I had to take on his duties until he recovered.

"Stay here," I added. "I will go upstairs and take care of our master then I will come back to bring you some breakfast food and some hot lemon and honey ginger tea."

"Thank you,Mek, I really appreciate your kindness," Poom said, his voice not only sounding hoarse but breathy like it could hardly come out of his throat.

I went upstairs to our master's bedroom and knocked lightly on his door before entering.

As expected, he was still in bed fast asleep.

I walked over to him and tapped him gently on his shoulder.

"It's time to get ready for work, sir," I said in my regular volume of voice.

He opened his eyes and sat up.

"Where's Poom?" he asked

"He's in his quarters, sir," I replied. "He's running a fever and having chills and can hardly talk."

The master was immediately on his feet, and still in his pajamas, walked out the door and hurriedly went down the stairs.

I followed closely, wondering what he was going to do, I did not even think about making his bed and getting his business attire ready.

He went straight down the hallway that led to our employees' quarters.

He knocked lightly on Poom's door before rushing inside.

"I don't want anything to eat or drink, Mek," I heard Poom say.

Poom was lying in bed with his back to the door so he did not see that it was our master who had entered the room.

"No, Poom, you are going to eat and drink something even if I have to shove it down your throat," Up said firmly in a determined voice.

That made Poom sit upright in bed in shock.

"Please don't come near me, sir," I heard Poom say. "I don't want you to catch the virus that I have right now."

Our master did not respond to Poom.

Instead he turned to me and said, "Can you please go up to my room and bring me my phone."

"Yes, sir," I said and quickly ran upstairs to his bedroom and picked up the phone that was lying on his lamp stand beside his bed.

I rushed back quickly to where our master was and handed him his phone.

I watched as he tapped several times on his phone and soon we heard the ringing on the other end.

"Hey, Kao," I heard him say. "Clear my schedule for the day. I'm not coming to work today."

"Do you want me to say anything if your business associates ask why you can't make it to any meetings today?" I heard the voice ask on the other end.

"Tell them I am attending to an urgent personal matter," I heard the master say.

"Very well, Up," said the voice on the other end. "I will hold the fort for you until you're able to come back to your office."

"Thank you, Kao," the master said before cutting the call.

Then the master turned to me and said, "Please make me a bowl of seaweed soup with tofu cubes. Squeeze some fresh lemon juice into it before you serve it to me."

"Understood, sir," I responded before quickly walking out the door and making my way to the kitchen.