We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 24: Feeling Unwell

*This chapter hasn't been proofread.

[T/n: When I just read the title, a crazy idea popped up in my mind "morning sickness" 😂]

No fortune teller is as accurate as Dr. Peem. I predicted that I would get a fever, and it came true. Today, I'm lying in bed, sipping rice porridge at home. This morning, I even got a Abhidhamma chanting from Aunt Pui.

[*Accordingto Thai tradition, before a funeral, a merit-making ceremony called "Abhidhamma chanting" or "chanting in front of the coffin" is held.]

She complained that I didn't take care of myself and didn't take medicine preemptively. Who would have known that what Phum did to me would require taking medicine first? Hmph. But even though Aunt Pui complained, she still made porridge for me before going to work.

[T/N: Aunt Pui knows 😂]

My job was to get up and eat it. For lunch, I warmed it up myself. I also found a cloth to soak in water and placed it on my forehead. I'm just having a fever, not recovering from a hernia surgery. I can still take care of myself. Geez, what a handsome and capable person I am! Hmph, truly a god. But now, this god needs to go back to sleep. The cold medicine is making me drowsy.

"Ugh," I groaned, feeling uncomfortable. I kept waking up and falling back asleep, my throat sore and my head aching. Something warm touched my forehead. Was it a ghost? o_o When you're sick,your body lacks energy. How am I supposed to fight off an evil spirit?

What should I do? I tried to squint and look around, fearing that if I couldn't open my eyes, what would I do? Who would I need to spread kindness to (= ask for forgiveness), as I felt like I had many karmic debts. But luckily, I managed to open my eyes, even though the image in front of me was blurry.

The warm touch I felt was clear in my senses. Even without seeing the face, I knew who was stroking my head. Phew, does that soundgood? Does it sound romantic? But what I really felt was, how did this handsome guy get in? I'm sure I locked the house and the room.

"Phum, how did you get in?"

Phum sat down on the bed and used the back of his hand to touch my forehead. At first, when I saw him reaching out with the back of hishand, I thought he was going to slap me -_-

[T/N: Oh Peem, I thought the fever had caused severe brain damage or seizures.]

"How are you? Your body feels warm. Do you have a headache? Have you taken any medicine? You should go to the hospital." He bombarded me with questions, making my headache worse.

"I'm fine, just a little headache," I said, my voice nasal and hoarse. "How did you get here? Don't you have classes?"

"I do, but I skipped. I was worried about you. I wanted to come see you since morning, but Fang stopped me, saying I should go to class first. You won't die that easily."

Fang had a point about the importance of education, but why curse me?

Phum continued to stroke my head like I was a dog. He looked worried. He must be worried about me. Who would argue with that? Keke.

"Uhmm, Phummm~~~" I whined.

Oh my, Peem, you're whining because you're sick.

Did I just whine to Phum? Oh my god!!! So what? When you're sick, your body will be a little unstable. Can't I be weak sometimes? Are you jealous of me? Are you jealous that I have a handsome boyfriend to whine to? Geez! (I guess I'll have to send myself off to the Red Roof*.)