Nanny Daley tapped my shoulder and murmured. "Yes... I always miss her."
I miss them both.
I can't help but stare at Nanny, who is obviously in grief. "I missed my oldest son, who died before me."
Losing a kid or a parents causes the same pain... Because they are your companion, it hurts so much when you talk to loved ones and they disappear; you feel empty and as like something is missing.
I averted my sight since I couldn't understand Stephen's attention as we completed cooking and set the meal on the table.
Nanny said simply. "Thank you for the food, Nanny Daley." He started to eat.
I turned to Stephen, who was standing directly next to me, and said, "Alyana."
I said, sitting up straight, "Hmm."
He murmured, "Feed me," and I growled.
"You have hands remember--"
"This is your fault because my hand still hurts from getting stuck in the door?" He put his hand there was that my fault? In the event that I had known his hand was there, I would not have closed it.
"It's not like both of your hands got jammed, Stephen; from what I could remember, just your left hand was stuck earlier."
Instead of responding, he grasped the spoon in his right hand and struggled to spit with it while the rice fell out of the spoon. Tsk, why do I think he really meant it? It's an explanation since the right hand got stuck first, not the left.
He pointed to the pinakbet I'd made and said, "Feed me some of that." I took his spoon and started to feed it to him as he added, "Okay, I'm going to feed you up."
Nanny Daley exclaimed, "Alyana Stephen doesn't eat vegetables—oh my," and I was about to swallow it when Stephen grabbed my hand and brought the spoon to his mouth, swallowing.
"Stephen, aren't you eating that?" He inquired, surprised.
"I used to before but not now Nanny Daley."
"Are you the one who feed him food like that Alyana?"
I cautiously responded. "Uhm, yes." expecting Nanny to correct me. I don't know why, but I thought she'd reprimand me for it.
When Nanny started laughing, I fixed my eyes on her. Nanny enthusiastically responded. "That's good." As I fed Stephen as if he were a young child.
I didn't eat any food because I was busy feeding him even though I'm already hungry but then Stephen took the spoon and give me food.
He's now feeding me after I did it to him. While giving me food I remembered that his hand hurt. He said it's hurt but I can clearly see that it's not. He's fine, he's just pretending to be hurt! Tsk, what a liar!
I frowned at him
I interrupted him just as he was about to feed me. "Did you not say that your hand was hurt?"
After stopping, he put the spoon on the dish. "I forgot; it hurts."
"As if." I said.
I think my heart is insane. I could feel my heart throbbing as he said. "I just want you to feed me."
Nanny replied, smiling. "I assumed you wanted me to cook for you because you miss my cooking but I think Alyana's food is the one that you miss."
"I'm sorry, Nanny Daley, but I like Alyana's food more; I still like yours, but she makes the best."
"Ehem, that's really how you fall in love." We both remarked as we turned to face Nanny Daley.
Nanny Daley is so amusing, Stephen exclaimed, and I tried to laugh along with him. It appears as though we are still plasticizing.
"It's obvious that you two are madly in love--" I look at Nanny Daley because if what she said.
"Nanny,"
"Okay-okay, I'll shut my mouth now."
"Good night, Nanny Daley."
"You two don't stay up too late okay? Good night." What does Nanny Daley mean about don't stay up too late? I bet she mean something more about that.
Stephen questioned me when I opened my door. "Where are you going?"
I said as I entered. "I'll just take a minute." He might have forgotten that we shared a bed with him or thought I would be sleeping here.
I was reading a book that I needed to study while seating on Stephen's side of the bed.
"Alyana,"
I looked at him. "Hmm?"
"Nothing." He said so I scratch my head before looking back at the book that I was reading.
"Alyana," he called me again but I disregarded him. He'll just repeat his 'nothing' response.
"Alyanaaaa..."
"Stephen, let me read this book first."
I overheard him sigh and say. "Oh, why?"
I shook my shoulder, lightly slapping his palm to encourage him to stop, and he muttered. "Let's sleep."
"I'll go to sleep later; if you're drowsy, go to sleep first." I didn't realize he was angry because of what I said. It'll be good if he'll go to bed first so that he can't touch me or do something to me.
I heard him curse but I just ignore it.
"Who's this?" A minute ago my ears perked up as I heard Stephen speak, and when I turned to face him, I saw that he was holding a smartphone. He seems to be talking on the phone.
Who is he talking to??
"Ahh, Stefanie." I intensely look at the phone he was holding pretending that was Stefanie that I was staring at.
"How are you? Oh, that's good to hear. What? You want us to meet--" I yanked the phone away from his grasp and said.
I assumed Stephen had his phone number locked! This woman annoys me! She's getting into my nerves for real. "Why are you still calling Stephen huh?!"
"Hello?"
Does it seem like I can't hear a voice on the other end of the line? "Hello?! Are you deaf?" The phone was off when I got a closer look at it...
Stephen erupted in laughter. "Stephen, you're fooling me again!"
"You keep ignoring me!" He said while his lips are pouting.
What's wrong with him? "I'm paying attention to you." I said.
"You only look that stupid book and looks like that book is much more important to you, tsk!"
He looked at me as I said, "Of course so that my grades are good; that's all I can be proud of, mum and dad."
He looks like a gay now, I wanted to laugh, but I didn't want to make him mad, he seem serious right now.
"K."
I said, "All right." and turned back to the book, but was surprised when he grabbed it and threw it somewhere else.
"Why did you throw, Stephen?!" I don't have enough money to buy another book.
He grabbed both of my shoulders and told me to turn around and face him, telling me not to stare at that book. "Just look at me instead of that f*cking book!"
"I can't learn anything from you."
"What do you mean? Everything you've never known and experience before has now become a fact because of me."
"Like what?" I asked.
"It's your first time you can eat delightful food, it's your first time you live in a big house etc. And last but not the least It's your first time to taste me-- ouch! Why did you do that!"
"Do you have anything else to contribute to what you're saying about what you and I are discussing?"
"Pay attention to me then!" Why is he even acting like a child now? He's not like that when we met. He kinda change a little bit.
"I'm already paying attention to you?" I said confused.
He grabbed my arm just as I was going to get up to get the book, forcing me to sit back down on the bed instead.
I said, "Stop acting like a child Stephen!" to his sullen gaze.
It felt as though my breathing stopped when he grabbed my waist and pressed his face on my tummy.
Once more, my heart is pounding, and I am terrified that Stephen might be mad if I move.
When he didn't answer, I muttered, "W-What's matter..." and then I raised my palm and ran my hand through his hair.
Stephen didn't move, so I asked, "Stephen, are you sleeping?" He tightens his hold and presses his face on my stomach despite my attempts to push him away. What is it about me that makes my stomach feel like it is burning?
I tried to look at his face, "Stephen," but was surprised when I unintentionally stroked his cheek. He is pale and he's hot, I mean hot like he's burning a fever! Have I just noticed something?
I gave him a cheek pat and said, "Stephen?"
"Did you have a fever? Why didn't you tell me?" I roused him and put him down correctly, then hurried out of the room and grabbed a bimpo.
When I came back, he was haft naked; perhaps he was getting too hot. I started by scrubbing his face, moving on to his neck, hand, and finally his chest.
I swallowed.
Why do I feel hot? Despite the air conditioning, I was perspiring. I couldn't help but simply stare at his abs while biting my lower lip... I gently wiped it because I was unable to look at it straight.
Are you contemplating what my sinful hand is capable of, Alyana? You're familiar with the situation...
I pulled my hair because of what I am thinking. "Sh*t Alyana you're crazy!" Why do I swear so much recently now? God, this is not good.
I cocked my head to look at Stephen. "Alyana."
"Hmm, do you need anything? Are you hungry? Or are you in pain?" He only chuckled. He's struggling now but he even have guts to laugh like that!
"I'm fine." He answered.
Even though he's pale like that he still look so attractive and damn handsome! How did I even ended up here with a guy like this kind of an angel face but inside he's a demon. I mean, a little though.
I couldn't help but find him annoying.
He didn't even let me know that he has a fever, despite appearing to be aware of it.
"I'm focusing on you because I'm in a bad mood."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Alyana, I don't like to admit to having pain or a fever. I don't want anyone see me weak like f*ck, why did I even have a fever?! I'm strong as stone!"
'Tsk, as if.'
I rolled my eyes and just ignore what he said. "Maybe, Nanny Daley can tell me where the medicine is." I enquired, looking around to see if I could find it in his room.
I scowled at him when he said. "I don't need medicine."
"What specifically do you need then?"
"You."
"It's not time for any kind of joke Stephen." I muttered.
My heart is beating again, "I'm serious, Stephen, stop, what are you doing, you have a fever!"
He spoke gently as his hand inched closer to mine.
"You had a fever when we did it the first time." I suddenly remember what we did that night. It was kind of hot... I mean, no! Gosh, what am I thinking!
"T-That's different, okay!" I said.
"Alyana, please, my stomach hurts."
I hid my mouth as I asked. "Do you think you're the only one who is in pain--" and covered my mouth. Yeah, sh*t! I declared! I didn't intend to be honest.
Has I ever made sexual advances toward him? I swear didn't do it, and I'm innocent. I can't even look at your abs right now and thinking of that I wanna touch and lick it.
"I-I mean, it's n-not what y-you think..."
He laughed.

I was trying to catch my breath because for a moment I had forgotten to breathe, and it was all Stephen's fault!
He is especially ruder when he is ill, saying, "I know, you're lying, Alyana."
"Can you just bear it for now because I am doing it too since I don't want to catch your fever because I have class tomorrow." We looked at each othet for a moment, then he sighed.
He's making me feel guilty about it but I apologize Stephen because I will do everything in my power not to feel sorry for you; I should not give in to temptation.
He won't put me to sleep now that I've just sat down next to him and am striking him whenever his hand moves.
"Stephen just please let me sleep. Have mercy on me." I pleaded with him while looking him in the eyes.
"What about me? Don't you feel sorry for me?" I brought my face close to him and kissed him on the lips. "Please let's sleep now."
"Okay, let's get some sleep now in one condition. Give me another one."
"What do you mean, 'another one'?"
I turned away after saying, "Kiss," since I was grinning at how adorable he was.
I kissed him on the lips and was ready to close my eyes when he said, "One more!"
I mumbled, "Just last," and gave him one more kiss. He grinned, and I returned the gesture.
It's actually the last, I say, scowling.
He nodded when I asked, "Last," so I said it again. However, he keep saying last, as if there was no end in sight; he only repeated last for an hour.
I had to shut my eyes because I'm so exhausted.
"Alyana my kiss!"
I woke up as a result, looked around, and saw that it was morning. Stephen, still want to kiss me in my dreams; I feel like I only closed my eyes for a few seconds and then I woke up.
When I turned to face Stephen, he had relaxed to the point of looking like a child asleep, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Alyana, you make my body even hotter when you stare at me like that." My eyes are widening now that he was awake.
I stood up and looked into his eyes, "U-Uhm... you have s-something in y-your eyes, which is why I'm s-staring at you." I muttered.
"I know that's not the reason. Is it hard to admit that you're staring at me because I'm so attractive even though having a fever." He responds.
"Tsk, you are really proud of yourself aren't you." Said and shook my head.
I helped him get up and leave the room.
Nanny was just coming out of her room when we saw her.
"Oh, what's up with you being so drowsy and pale?"
I replied Nanny Daley's question to Stephen, "He has a fever."
"Let's take him to the doctor if he has a fever then--"
"It's not a big deal Nanny Daley besides Alyana is here to take care of me."
"Uhm, I have class right now Stephen..."
"You don't have class today," I remarked as I turned to face her.
"Who said??"
"Me."
"What??"
"I asked my uncle, who owns the school, about it." He said.
"What? Maybe it's going to affect my grades if you does that."
"Your grades? Don't worry about it; do you want me to higher your grades? I'm capable of handling it."
"No way, I'm not like that. I want my grades to increase because I work hard, and if they merely do that, it's like I haven't learned anything; isn't it unfair for others who try?"