MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

HARMONICA

The king hid his shock at what Naysila was proposing, which turned out to be so far beyond his expectations.

It turned out that Naysila was not hiding a precious object or something that belonged to the King, because from its fiery red color, the King could already conclude that whatever it was, it was, it was certain that the garish-colored thing was not his.

The king almost never even had anything of color other than white, while the thing that Naysila had hidden was clearly red.

When viewed at a glance, it looks like the object is made of iron, with both sides of its length there are small holes neatly lined with square shapes.

"Don't tell me that the voice I heard just now came from that little box .." sizzled the King half-assed.

It seemed impossible if the small rectangular box was able to pull out a unique melody like the one just caught by the King's hearing, but the King even saw Naysila nod her head.

"I'm sorry if I've disturbed Lord King with the voice I created. I really didn't think Mr. had come home ..."

The king who did not heed Naysila's apology seemed more interested in staring at the small rectangular box before him.

'Is it a small tacky box that can make a tone ...?'

'Is it like a tape or a speaker inside that has a battery ...?'

Encouraged by great curiosity, the King was determined to thrust his index finger, to touch a little surface of the red object tawdry for about a second, to the point, before he hurriedly pulled the tip of his index finger back.

Strenuous.

It turned out like the previous King had guessed, that the small rectangular box was actually made of iron.

"So this ..."

"Mazo ..."

"Harmony ...?" repeat King with eyebrows linked.

"Yes sir, this is the harmonica, one of the musical instruments that ..."

"Wait a minute. What did you say ...? This strange thing is a musical instrument ...?" The king was further amazed to hear Naysila's reply.

During this time the King knows the piano, drums, guitar, flute, and many more kinds of musical instruments with all forms of uniqueness, also with the sound caused by each of these musical instruments.

But only this time the King saw a musical instrument with an unusual shape like the one in Naysila's hand.

"But ... How can this box be a musical instrument ...?" asked the King again still loyal to his curiosity.

"It's easy, sir. Just by blowing and sucking this hole to produce sound and ..."

"wait. Just a minute."

For the umpteenth time the King again interrupted the sentence that was thrown from the lips of Naysila.

"Are you talking about ... about blowing and sucking ....?" the doubtful remark from the King seemed to blend perfectly with his panicked look.

Naysila who was unaware of the King's panic just stared innocently while nodding her head.

Finding that, the shocked King half-deadly stared at the tip of his index finger with a shudder.

"J-so ... That means I ... I-i ... I just touched ..."

Float.

Naysila who finally understood the panic of the King was stunned.

'God ... Also true. The Lord King touched the harmonica I was playing, and it was certain that it would be a very fatal thing for this supremely perfect man ...'

Naysila had just been thinking about the King and his strange habit, while the King had turned his body as fast as lightning, walking quickly in the opposite direction with a face flushed with panic-mixed rage.

"Lord King ... Sorry, I'm sorry ..."

Naysila hurriedly pocketed her harmonica before finally deciding to hunt down the King's swift swinging steps towards the door of the room, as if knowing exactly what the King would definitely do after this.

The man must have intended to wash his hands thoroughly, just because he had touched the end of Naysila's harmonica ... With the tip of his index finger ...!

"What did you say? Pardon you? After the tip of my finger touched the thing that had your mouth there ... Now lightly you apologize ...?!"

"But you yourself want to touch him ..."

"Then why didn't you stop me? Huh huh? Did you intentionally ...?"

"What ...?" naysila's pair of eyes were wide-eyed to accept the groundless accusation.

"He-eh, just confess. You must have been intentional, right? You must have deliberately wanted me to touch that ugly harmonica that was clearly there in your mouth!" accuse the King of growing indisputable.

"But ..."

"Already! Quiet down!"

Hardikan Raja is powerful enough to make Naysila really speechless.

"It's clearly wrong, instead of apologizing, even dare to argue ..."

"Alright, sorry .." - Naysila was right in front of their door.

Naysila's hand deftly grabbed the door handle and opened it, while the King rushed straight inside.

Just as Naysila had expected from the start, the man went straight to the bathroom, still followed by Naysila from behind.

"Let me help wash it .." said Naysila again as soon as they were right in front of the sink.

Although with a folded face held back resentment, this time the King no longer refuted Naysila's words.

The man was silent while Naysila had moved quickly.

The first thing Naysila did was to move behind the King's back to free the man's burly body from the black cloak.

Finished with the affairs of the suit, Naysila turned right in front of the King.

With his two fingers flick Naysila began to open one by one the buttons of the King's shirt, then escape the shirt which is also black from the man's body.

The view of the King's upper body na ked so that it displays a body segment filled with hard muscles has made Naysila secretly swallow, spit, although his facial expression looked flat as if he insisted on impressing that he did not see anything charming in front of his nose at all.

"Give me your hand, Mr. .." said Naysila slowly.

The king obeyed.

Still without a sound with his face still folded he thrust his hand towards Naysila who greeted him gently, and brought him down the water droplets that flowed from the tap eye automatically.

Not only fingertips, because with antiseptic handwash available Naysila also has washed the entirety of the King's wrist thoroughly, until it is felt quite clean.

The king was silent while watching and enjoying the hand washing process that Naysila was doing so deftly.

The next second Naysila was seen bending over, in order to reach a white towel folded and neatly arranged on the shelf under the sink, then he again grabbed the hand of the King, who was, and put it on the soft textured towel to dry the already very sterile hands.

"It's over" said Naysila with a smile satisfied to look at the King, but the one who was stared at even snorted.

It seems that the annoyance of the King's heart over the harmonica incident a moment ago has not disappeared.

"Huh."

Finding the face snatch it did not even a little to remove the smile on Naysila's lips that had already expanded.

Inevitably Naysila was indeed as if getting used to the King's attitude which was strange enough for normal human standards.

"Are you going to take a shower after this?" ask Naysila later.

"Of course I'll take a shower. How can I sleep without taking a shower first?" the cold tone on the King's voice seemed to no longer make Naysila surprised.

Of course ... Because a King Adiguna is always like that. Cold and ketus, not even rarely behave strange to childish, but again ... Naysila is getting used to everything ... As time goes by ...

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