K A B A N A T A 4:

The next day, I cleaned Señorito Marckian's room first. Its bedroom is on the second floor of the Mansion so this is my first one. Carrying belongings when I knocked on its door. I heard a faint response so I slowly opened it.

luois Marckian de LaVien's reading his books, only wearing his robes.

It matured look because of its wearing glasses. But wearing it is disgusting.

I bowed in front of it.

"I'm here to clean up." I could feel it dropping into the book he was holding.

it stood up and walked to the side of his bed. "How's your sleep?" Its a sudden question. I was shocked to look up at the young man.

"Yes? I-it's okay." He smiled.

"That's good. Have you eaten yet? How about you join me for breakfast?" I stared into its gentle eyes in disbelief. Contrary to his brother.

"I'm sorry Señorito but what you want is forbidden." I whispered, but just enough for him to hear.

I heard her sigh.

"Alright then. Clean my room.I'll continue what I was reading. "He said and returned to his seat earlier. At his small coffee table. He sat down, leaned over and raised one foot on the table. Revealing his thigh.

I just shook my head and decided to start cleaning her room.

this room is big but in comparison, his older brother's room is bigger. While I was busy cleaning, Señorito was busy reading his books. It took me more than half an hour before it was finally over.

it just nodded when I said goodbye. I started walking up the stairs to clean the room of the eldest son of the de LaVien family. Because carrying heavy cleaning items, I had little difficulty.

I gasped as I knocked on the door. but just like yesterday, no one answered.

"Miss Mour?" I call

All I could think was to answer it like it was yesterday but nothing. I put my ear to the door to see if there was any noise in his room or not.

But the whole room was very quiet. It's 10 o'clock in the morning. it is impossible to still sleep.

When I tried to turn the door, I was so shocked that it was not locked.

I slowly opened it and looked inside the room. It's dark. There is no glare. Even the light walls were turned off. there were no open lamps in every alley of the whole room.

I don’t know why there is flowing intense nervousness, fear and worry in my body. I decided to finally enter the room and turn on the lights.

I was so shocked when I saw the unconscious Señorito under the counter of his mini bar.

I almost ran the distance between the two of us and patted his forehead. I winced at the intense heat. It ignites the fever.

I grabbed its shoulder and forced it to face it. Her whole face was red from her fever.

"Señorito." I lightly tapped his cheek. "Señorito, wake up." I tapped it again.

trembling I grabbed the cellphone and quickly called Mother Selma.

"Señorito Mour is burning with fever! Unconscious!" I shout.

When because of that news, the whole mansion was in turmoil. Filled with concern for the fate of the de LaVien family's eldest son.

"Ready-made coffee's not good for his health." The doctor said.

My whole body stiffened because of what I heard.

"We don't buy coffee in sachets. We know Señorito Mour has allergies, so everything we drink and feed is done right here at home. It's impossible ..."the tears one by one stamped on my eyes.

"Janna?" Mother Selma whispered in fear.

I shook. Several times shook, almost knelt in front of everyone.

"H ... I don't know." I sobbed and cried.

If I only knew, I wish I hadn't done that yet.

I did not mean.

H-you don't know ...