Then she went to bed because she ate so much during the day.
It was only after she was pregnant that she became addicted to eating and sleeping, so she had to control herself.
Alice had thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep because she was hungry, but soon she was in dreamland.
***
Zain had been sitting on the couch in the living room, reading the newspaper over and over again.
Time passed.
The doctor came out of Yanis’ room and froze when she saw the empty living room.
Zain saw her and got up.
-Hello.
-Hello.
-How are you? -asked Zain, looking into Yanis’ room.
The doctor, not surprised by Kennedy’s absence, this was not Carlos’ house and she knew they were all Kennedy’s friends, said, -He has started to lose his fever and, he should recover soon, from experience, but he still needs rest and warmth.
Then he handed Zain a bag.
-This is his medicine, I have written down the dosage and you will have to remind him to take it when he wakes up.
Zain took the bag politely, nodded and said goodbye to the doctor.
He looked at the medicine in the bag, hesitated for a moment and then entered the room.
The room
Yanis lay on the bed, calm, her face flushed with fever, but her lips a little pale and weak looking.
He walked over to her, bent down and put the bag on the bedside table.
Zain could have just walked away.
But instead, he stood still.
He slowly turned his head to look at Yanis.
In the dim light, Yanis looked beautiful. She was not a woman who at first glance would be considered pretty, nor was she in any way flirtatious; she was a little thin, with the eyes, look and figure of a girl.
Yanis’ energy, and her stubbornness when rejected, was unlike anything Zain had ever experienced.
However, he found it impossible to take a liking to Yanis.
Since the incident, Zain stopped longing for love.
He was so absorbed in finding his sister that, in time, he no longer knew what it was.
Of course there were women who confessed their love to him.
But Yanis was the first to love so recklessly.
Zain then had to face this emotion.
When he came to, he found himself sitting on the edge of the bed looking wordlessly at Yanis, who had fallen asleep.
Yanis moaned suddenly, her tears sliding down her cheeks and wetting the soft pillows.
Zain tried to wipe away her tears.
As soon as his hand touched her, Zain realized something and tried to pull his hand away.
Yanis’ eyes suddenly opened, as if he had sensed something.
Her eyes filled with tears and she grabbed Zain’s hand with all her strength.
-Zain, how could you do this to me? I like you so much, why don’t you like me? Even if you try.
Zain didn’t expect her to wake up and find him here, trying to wipe away her tears.
He didn’t want her to misunderstand him and pursue him more passionately.
He frowned and struggled to pull his hand away.
-No, please,” Yanis sat up and wrapped his hands around her arms.
-I’m sorry, I’m wrong, forgive me…..
Zain said nothing.
Zain wanted to pull his hand away, but he was worried that she might catch a cold without the blanket, after all she still had a fever.
What if it would get worse?
He had to say, -Let me go and lie down.
Yanis burst into tears and shook his head desperately.
Hurry up! -said Zain with a frown.
Then Yanis shouted, -Why, why do you order me like this in my dreams?
Zain was speechless.
It turned out that she thought it was a dream, unconsciously believing that Zain would only visit her in dreams. How bitter!
-I’m sick and you only come to see me in my dreams, so can you say something I would like? -said Yanis immediately, aggrieved.
Zain felt helpless at her words, he didn’t know how to begin.
Since he didn’t say anything, Yanis continued to cry, -I can’t even decide what I dream about? You are always mean to me and I don’t even complain.
Again…
Zain was a little upset, but familiar with this.
Long ago Yanis had raved when she was drunk. And she did it again when she was sick.