MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

BE SILENT

On the way home, Naysila was more silent and did not talk much.

In fact, you could say Naysila only spoke as necessary, even then only when the King asked something and he would answer it with short answers as usual, tend to be lazy.

'Maybe he's sleepy ...'

So the King thought before, before they finally arrived in the room and started the cleaning ritual as usual before actually going up to the bed, that's where the new King realized that a pair of wells belonging to the woman who was picking the buttons of his shirt one by one was not showing drowsiness, but a sense of regret.

"Well, is there with your ugly face?" asked the King of astonishment so could no longer hold his curiosity longer, over the view of a sour face complete with lips that rose two cents.

"What's up, sir?"

"You ..."

"I'm fine!"

"How can it be okay, just talk like that!"

Naysila threw away her face, but her fingers were still dancing on the last button of the King's white shirt.

"There's no way I'm misinterpreting, because it's obvious that you're upset ...!"

"I'm sorry, but you're telling the truth. Sir was misinterpreting because I was not feeling anything ... Including a sense of annoyance like Mr.'s judgment ..."

"Then why is your face pouting like that?"

"My ugly face is not pouting."

Hearing the answer pitched irony like that was able to make the King growl a little to harbor the feeling of goiter that was about to explode.

"No pouting how ... Your lips just go up that high ... It's so weird ..."

"My lips have been like this since the beginning, sir. Then where's the weird one?"

The sentence after sentence that slid from Naysila's tiny lips was clearly impressed indifferently.

The woman turned her body around with a white shirt which she had managed to escape from the sturdy body of the King, intending to put it into a basket of dirty clothes near the door to the bathroom, before finally he also entered the bathroom without a sound.

Indeed, at the same time Naysila was also putting a sense of wonder to herself, about why she was now being so careless before the King.

I don't know ...

What is clear after a short conversation with Utari that led to a reality about one of the many stories of the King's past that he did not know, is powerful enough to make Naysila become upset for no reason.

Naysila did not even know what Utari's motives were as if she wanted to open the veil of the King's past to her. That among them had had a closeness, which somehow twists and turns the story so that it could end with the status of Utari as Reza's wife.

So that's why the King acted like an acute bucini man all over dinner ...?

So the King deliberately wanted to show off intimacy in front of Utari's nose ...?

The king wants to make Utari jealous ...?

Does that mean the King still holds a taste for the woman who is already his sister-in-law status ...?

'Owh, stoped it, Naysila ... Why now should you care about the King ...?'

'What is the importance of the King's past to you ...?'

'Isn't your own existence in the King's life just a written covenant within a year ...?'

'You don't even mean anything in the man's eyes, other than a lowly servant whom he can command at will, even sometimes you can become a toy to please him ...!'

The king who stood confused faced the urgency that Naysila showed since their return from her mother's house finally chose to shrug both shoulders with resignation.

With his body still engulfed in the chest, the King decided to step foot to the side of the bed, waiting for Naysila to return to wear a pajama top to his body, at the same time check the incoming notifications lining up on his phone to be opened one by one.

For a moment the King was immersed in his busy work of researching some reports sent by several company managers from their respective divisions, when he realized after a long time Naysila had not yet reappeared before him.

"Why hasn't he come back yet?"

The king muttered while putting his phone on the pillow, then he stood up from his seat, about to catch up with Naysila who was last seen his figure entering the bathroom.

"Naysila ...?" call the King while loosening his head through the unlocked frame of the bathroom door.

For a moment a pair of real pinching King eyebrows watched the woman he was looking for crouching while brushing the marble bathroom floor.

"God, Naysila ... What are you doing?" asked the King in astonishment, found Naysila who was cleaning the bathroom when the night was already this late.

"Can't you see it?"

"You ..."

"I'm cleaning the bathroom floor. Did you really not see it ...?"

The king was stunned, not at all because of the fact that Naysila was crouching in front of him with a floor brush in hand, but because of the courage of the woman who had just been so brave to answer her basic questions with a tone that was quite sharp.

"Naysila, what exactly is it about you?" The king tried to put forward his patience which was starting to thin.

"I'm okay ..."

"Well, then why did you even brush the bathroom floor last night? You're mad at me, Dad?" tukas Raja to the point.

A pair of King's eyes watched Naysila's figure with a fanciful look, but Naysila did not even pierce the King's successive sentences that were thrown for her.

Naysila's wiggle still brushes the bathroom floor is super clean, like there is no dirty at all.

To be honest, it is undeniable that Naysila is currently filled with extraordinary annoyance, and brushing the bathroom while being upset is a habit that feels like it has never been done again.

(Is there the same thing as Naysila? Because the author is also upset again like to clean the bathroom loh ... 😅🤭)

It was a little strange, but somehow Naysila always felt that after doing the work, then her feelings would feel much better, as if she was able to channel various unpleasant feelings that were whacky the heartstrings ...

NEXT ...

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