Rozzean didn't let me get up right away. When I finally persuaded him to go back to his room, it was already six o'clock. Fortunately, Manang didn't come to check on me in my room. She knows that I usually come down by 5:30 in the morning.
But this morning, I came down around seven. When I arrived in the kitchen, Manang had already prepared breakfast. I suddenly felt embarrassed because, normally, I'm the one assigned to cook.
"I'm really sorry, Manang," I apologized.
"Oh, don't worry about it! I know you're not feeling well, so I expected you to wake up late. How are you feeling now? Is everything okay?" she asked.
I wanted to grimace. Rozzean is so persistent. He didn't leave me alone earlier, even wanting to shower in my room and insisting that we do it together. I just threatened h
