บท 156: Hungry

Her slender finger held the spoon. Her pink lips blew over it gently, as she fed Vivan.

"I am full. You eat." As he enjoyed her care, he didn't notice when most of the soup made his way in his stomach. Looking at the less than a half-filled thermos, he realized she hadn't eaten.

"Not hungry." She had a little appetite.

"You want me to feed you." He licked his lips. "Drink," he ordered.

Like an obedient child, she obeyed him and emptied the bowl.

"More?"

She shook her head.

The next moment a lunch box was delivered.

"Why.." Her words were interrupted when a delicious fragrance spread through the ward. Vivan arranged hot and delicious meals on the table.

Ira's eyes turned from the kebab and blazed potato to Vivan. She blinked at him in anticipation.

Looking at her parted lips, he teased her. "You're not hungry, right?"

She nodded.

"Yes?"

Puzzled she shook her head.

"No, not hungry."

Giving up her proud demeanor, she said in mosquito voice, "Hungry."