MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

HALF STAGE DRAMA

"King ...! It's been a long time since I've seen you ..."

Dian Melinda's face was so bright.

As if he always forgot the nature and attitude of the King so far, the woman even seemed to want to immediately embrace the burly body of her son even though he finally back up, when he realized the King immediately retreated three steps at once.

The position of the towering high body of the King now really stands vigilantly behind the back of Naysila which seems to be a sturdy shield.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but can you just step away a little and keep your distance from the King ...?" Naysila said polite, aware that behind his back there was a man with strong body, who was wrinkling because of reluctance.

Dian Melinda looks sculpted, before finally he realized when his shoulder felt touched.

"Mother ..." Reza's voice whispered slowly.

"God ... Sorry, I'm sorry, honey ... I get too excited every time I see you ..." Dian Melinda who seemed to have just regained her consciousness was now seen staring at the King full of regret.

"It's okay, ma'am, I'm sorry I've been acting this way too ..."

Dian Melinda looks to shake her hand. "Oh, it's okay. The wrong mother.

This time the King did not respond, which because the man was just silent, the air around them seemed to follow him into a vacuum.

"King, Naysila, thank you for coming, let's please come in ..." Reza decided to end the strange silence between them all with a friendly invitation.

The man pulled back his steps as if opening the entrance to make it more spacious, while not forgetting to take a look at the shoulders of his mother and wife at once.

"Yes, King ... Come, come in .." take Dian Melinda later, join in imitating the sentence of Reza's invitation to let the King and Naysila enter first.

Naysila turned towards the King who had now shuffled to his side, looking still hesitant to step in even though Reza, Dian Melinda, also Utari, had clearly given way more spacious than before.

"It's okay, let's go in .." take Naysila with a smile developed perfectly like an extra strength intake to dismiss the doubts that had perched in the King's heart.

Not only that, Naysila without feeling awkward grabbed the King's wrist which was still standing stiff, then pulled gently towards the door leaf that was stretched out before them.

"There I am, then everything will be fine ... Calm ..." The voice of Naysila accompanied her steps as well as the King as it swung in rhythm.

In silence, Dian Melinda finally decided to follow the steps of a married couple in front of her, still by maintaining a safe distance, as well as Reza and Utari who eventually followed in line at the back.

Dian Melinda of course did not want to, the King's discomfort makes Naysila again a hero of misfortune.

Hid.

Although only inwardly, yet the woman was endlessly snorting furiously.

He was inexhaustible, about what reason made the King able to accept Naysila's presence so easily.

Naysila can be close to her son without distance, also without endangering the King's health and mental health, while she is in fact the King's biological mother who has been pregnant, giving birth, also took pains to raise ... Now let alone touch, approach the King he cannot.

The King was completely unapproachable, and if anyone asked how the King had interacted with the scope of his work with such a severe paranoid condition, then the answer was the same as when Naysila was protecting the King.

In his daily life, the King is always accompanied by Her Assistant who sometimes doubles the task of being the King's impromptu bodyguard, when faced with situations when the King is in a crowd accidentally, while the King is in a crowd, or meet new people who do not know that the King is very guarding himself so as not to need to make direct physical contact whether intentional or not.

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On the rectangular dining table, it was filled with delicious dishes.

Dian Melinda and Reza and Utari sat side by side on the right side, while in the other corner the King sat side by side with Naysila.

In the past few moments, Dian Melinda has invited her two sons who came with their respective wives to enjoy the dishes available.

"Sir, right now I don't have to bribe you, do I ...?" lirih Naysila while looking slightly at the King, her eyes filled with plea.

It's nothing, because lately Naysila even felt that the longer the King more troublesome so it is not uncommon to eat even the man wanted to be fed by Naysila.

"What do you mean ask that? You want to run away from your duties, Dad?" the King to the point.

Naysila suddenly glared to realize that her soft words were answered by the King with a normal tone of voice, so it was impossible to be heard to the end of the table there, by his mother-in-law, also his brother-in-law and his wife.

"No, it's not that ..." Naysila tried to evade, but not yet any sentence was refuted with a heavy tone of voice whose intonation was increasingly obvious.

"Then why do you still ask? Of course you have to feed me, Naysila. How can I eat if not fed by you ...?"

'Excellent ... Then when you're in the office, or anywhere else when I'm not next to you ... Did you never eat at all because you had to wait for me to bribe you ...?'

'Was it before I was present in your life then bribed you, then that means you never ate ...?'

"Malah bengong ... Quickly bribe me because I'm really hungry."

"But ..."

"How dare you still refute me ..."

"Sir, how can I bribe you in front of them ...?" naysila's face was full of requests, but the King's pair of eagle eyes were drawn sharply.

"Then let's just go home and eat at home, so you can feed me without the shame of being seen by people!"

Hearing the unmitigated threat had made Naysila stunned half-dead, especially when she realized the King's movements were really about to get up from the dining chair she was now sitting in.

"Wait ..."

Without thinking twice Naysila immediately held the wrists and sturdy arms of the King at once, in order to undo the determination of the man who wanted to move immediately.

"Allah ... Alright ... I'll do it, please come back to your nursery and we'll eat quietly .." persuaded Naysila again like talking to a sniffling snot boy.

Slowly the King threw his body again on the chair, still with his face folded even though in the corner of the heart he had smiled triumphantly.

While it was ...

Neither King nor Naysila, both of them, realized that the half-act drama that occurred between them was secretly being enjoyed by three pairs of eyes at once, from another corner of the dining table ...

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