Don't open it!!

"Sis, why?" asked Dean, who woke up from her sleep.

The wall clock in the 4x4 room showed 2 o'clock in the evening, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard echoing throughout the newly occupied rented house.

“Eh? Are you awake? Sorry, De. I also don't know that Yara has been crying since one o'clock, sis. I have breastfed her, but Yara is still crying." Clarita's explanation made Dean move slowly towards the woman who was carrying Yara.

Dean's soft hand reached out to touch Yara's forehead. “Oh my God, Sis! Yara has a fever!” Dean said, making Clarita glare in disbelief.

"What? Fever? Oh, how are you, De?" asked Clarita, panicking.

"We're going to the hospital now, sis. Let Dean order a taxi online. Sis, wait here, okay?" Dean's slender fingers started surfing on the 7-inch cellphone. Pressing numbers and letters alternately formed a series of words, which she addressed to the taxi driver who had successfully taken her order