A Good Husband, Part III

Toma looked at me while pouting because I was laying in bed, covered up with thick and warm blankets. "I thought I'll get to do another day with you, but how did you end up getting sick like this?" He asked.

"I don't know. I unexpectedly just got sick." I'm kind of thankful I got sick though. I find it difficult to handle Toma when he's in the heat. He can easily wrap me with temptation and lure me into his damned lechery.

He sighed with sadness on his face. "It's just sad to see you like this. I guess I'll have to take care of you."

"You had no other choice but to do that anyway." I told him.

"I know. So rest while I make you some porridge."

"Ugh, I'm not some old man to feed on something like that." And I don't really want to eat something bland.

"You have no choice with it either." He said with a mischievous grin.

Damn it.

Although I feel sick, it was nice that Toma is taking care of me very well. But that wasn't enough from making