He was laying on his bed in his new rented one-bedroom-hall-kitchen place, covered with a blue blanket that Layla had bought for him.
Someone called the crimson-haired boy on his cell phone as it started ringing...
"Hello..." He picked up without looking at the name on the screen as the boy knew there was only one person who could call him.
"Rio??? Why does your voice sound so weak? What happened Rio? Are you okay?" A worried voice sounded from the other side of the phone.
"Yeah. I am fiii..ne..." Rio said those words in a light tone, trying to be as normal as possible to not let her know about his condition.
*Cough!* *Cough!* *Cough!*
However, his illness wouldn't listen to him and exposed the cautious Rio in front of the black-haired girl.
"Rio...I told you not to buy unhealthy meals from the local store. They don't cook the food properly but you didn't listen to me..." Layla said in her motherly instinctive voice. She was scolding him for not listening to her words.
