(Not) Old Friday

Consider Me Your Husband

He told his men to drive his car to the hospital. He sat in the back seat next to Nayla.

"Here I look at your feet." Reka grabs Nayla's leg and takes off her shoes. "Jeez, I'm like this." He grew even more furious when he saw Nayla's bruised ankle turn blue. Then she folded Nayla's pants up to her knees.

"sick." Nayla grimaced in pain as the crease of the pants passed through her knees. Luckily, Nayla's pants are a little loose.

"It looks like your knees are sliding a little. Can't you move it at all?" ask Rintas to make sure.

Nayla shook her head. "It hurts a lot."

Design let out a long sigh while holding Nayla's legs to keep her straight. "If you want to sue them I'll take care of them, let them not be so sure."

Nayla turned her eyes and stared at the street that afternoon. A few tears were now dripping past her cheeks. From the beginning he was already often bullied just because he came from a family that could not afford. He's been trying to defend himself but always losing to them.

She felt sorry for Nayla. He rubbed Nayla's back to calm down a little. "Don't be sad. You are not alone. You still have me."

Nayla shook her head. "They're right, I don't deserve it, Mr. Reka. Maybe after Mr. Reka gets bored, Mr. Reka will definitely also break this contract."

She didn't talk anymore, she just looked at Nayla who was still crying.

Moments later, the car stopped in front of the hospital. The designer got off and carried Nayla towards the IGD.

The doctor immediately checked on Nayla.

"Can it be moved?" The doctor moved Nayla's legs slowly.

Nayla bit her lower lip because her knee hurt so much. He held her hand tightly during the examination.

"His knee joint shifted slightly. No need for surgery because it is not too severe. I put a knee brace, so that the joints can return to their original position. For one week can't be moved at all huh."

After the doctor finished putting on the knee brace, Nayla gradually took off her hands. But he was thinking, how he was doing if he could not move his legs at all.

"Do you need hospitalization?" ask Reka.

"no need. I'll prescribe pain medication and fever reducer if you have a sudden fever" said the doctor and then he quit IGD.

"Aris, you take care of the administration and take the prescription of the medicine later as you redeem." tell Reka to his men.

"Good Sir."

Reka was now sitting near Nayla who had earlier lowered her gaze.

"Sir, bring me back to Mom. Let me take care of Mom." With a heavy heart Nayla decided that.

"No! You stay home. I am obligated to take care of you. It's all happening because of me."

"But..."

"If you don't want me to take care, there's Mommy, there's a maid at home. Don't bother your mother."

Nayla finally nodded slowly.

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"Think, Nayla why?" asked Luna when she saw Reka holding Nayla into the house.

"Fall down at the office. Mild knee dislocation. So you can't move for a week" said Reka as she walked to her room.

"Where can it fall?" Luna entered the room to confirm the state of her daughter-in-law. "His leg hurts so much?"

Nayla nodded her head.

"This is your shirt all wet. Quickly wash with warm water keep changing warm clothes so as not to catch a cold." tell Luna.

"Mother help wash Nayla because I'm..."

"Decare." Luna cut out the sentence of Reka. "So the husband must also take care when the wife is sick."

The design scratches his hair which is not actually itchy. Not that he did not want to wash Nayla's entire body, instead he was very willing but the problem was that Nayla must have rejected him.

"Yes, Mother lives first." Luna came out of the room.

Design and Nayla looked at each other for a while. They were both silent for a minute.

"Help me into the bathroom" Nayla said at last.

The designer took Nayla and took her to the bathroom and sat her down on a closed toilet. He took a chair to support Nayla's legs from moving.

"I'll get you a shirt first."

Nayla let out a long sigh as Reka walked out of the bathroom.

"This is how you take your pants off, how you take a shower. Everything can't." Again, Nayla was crying in the bathroom. But the cry this time was like the cry of an innocent child.

"Hey, why?" The designer went back into the bathroom with Nayla's clothes in her hands from the inside to the outside.

Nayla wiped her tears. "I can't do anything. I'm just going home to mom."

The designer now squatted in front of Nayla. He removed the messy hair covering his face. "If you go home, your mother will be worried about you. For this time, assume I'm your real husband, not just on paper. I promise, I'll just help and take care of you, I won't do more than that."

Thinking of it all Nayla's head became dizzy. Should he relinquish his body seen by Reka even though it is halal to see but it feels like he is still not willing.

The designer put Nayla's change of clothes. After that he took a small towel that had been soaked in warm water. He wiped Nayla's face that had felt sticky mixed with tears and sweat.

Then the designer's hands switched to unbuttoning Nayla's shirt. Slightly vibrating with a racing heart.

Nayla just closed her eyes. As she felt her hand begin to touch her.

The top of Nayla was exposed. With all his might Reka held back her growing desire. He slowly caressed that very smooth white skin. When finished, he helped Nayla wear underwear and then a short negligee that was deliberately taken to make it easier to wear it.

Now the toughest task for the designer. The upper part of Nayla's body has made it hot cold not because especially the bottom. But he had to quickly finish his work because it seemed like Nayla had already started shivering in the cold.

He took off Nayla's pants slowly and passed through the sore leg. Likewise with triangular pants that cover the body part of Nayla who actually really wants to feel. Then wipe it carefully and slowly to the feet. After that, she put on her new Nayla underwear.

"I'm gonna pee. Mr. Reka is facing it" said Nayla.

The designer stood up and lifted Nayla's body to open the toilet. Then he got back to Nayla and turned around. He took a deep breath to release all the desires that filled his brain.

"Udah."

When finished, Reka lifted Nayla's body out of the bathroom and she lay it on the bed. He covered Nayla's feet with a blanket to keep her from getting cold.

"I'll get you some food and you'll take your medicine." The designer stepped out of the room.

Nayla just stared at the back of the Reka who had disappeared in the doorway.

"If Mr. Reka really thinks I'm Nayla, not Azkia..."

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