MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

DOLLS

The weather was pretty cold tonight. The gust of night wind can even make the tip of Naysila's white dress flutter in the wind.

The King stared fixedly at the scene that looked quite melancholy, like a painting titled waiting in a gallery that the King had visited exclusively.

I don't know who the painter is ... King forgot.

Naysila must not have known that the King's pair of eyes were watching his back so closely, barely blinking.

The woman seemed to be immersed in her endless daydream, with a pair of eyes wandering towards the pitch of an endless night.

If only the swift steps of the King who approached slowly did not disturb his careful hearing, it could be that Naysila really had not realized the presence of the King there.

"Master ...?" Naysila who gasped in shock bowed respectfully, noticing the presence of the King who was already standing upright behind her.

The king smiled faintly. "What are you doing?" asked the King, as he put his foot back, getting closer and closer, increasingly eroding the distance between them and only stopped when the sense of smell Naysila really freely inhale the masculine aroma that mixes perfectly with the natural aroma of men who thrilling.

"Not doing anything, Mr ... I just stood up .." answered Naysila still with her head bowed, which because of Naysila's attitude was able to provoke the King's baseless annoyance.

"This cold air, why is it desperate to stand here ...?" asked the King then, this time his tone sounded much flatter, as flat as his facial water.

"I ... I was a little sultry, also feeling a bit bored, so I wanted to breathe fresh air and ..."

"If you're sick, it's not good for me either."

Naysila was stunned to hear the King's last words so cold, as if just realized that again he had made a recklessness.

The king said right. Naysila must not be sick, because if she is sick, then what about Raja ...?

Of course the King should not be sick, let alone because of him!

"I'm sorry, sir." said Naysila solemnly.

Indeed what else can Naysila do other than expect forgiveness from a King Adiguna?

"Other times if you really want to breathe fresh air in the cold air like this, at least wear thick clothes ..."

"Yes, sir, I will remember. Again forgive my carelessness ..."

The king was silent for a moment, his sharp eyes still directed towards Naysila who had been continuously bowed, as if deliberately avoiding direct contact with the man.

"Sir, we'd better get in ..."

Naysila wanted to move on as soon as possible, when she began to be uncomfortable with the gaze of the King who kept on clinging to her.

"Wait."

Naysila's tiny wrist had been swiftly blocked, so Naysila's movement came to a halt.

"There's no need to rush if you still want to be here."

"But I'm no longer ..."

"Didn't you also say that you feel bored in the room ...?"

"Yes, sir, but ..."

"Why are you in such a hurry to come back?"

"Because ..."

Float.

Naysila turned her brain to get the right reason, so that she was not trapped in an awkward situation under the intense gaze of a pair of eagle eyes belonging to the King who seemed never tired of sharp.

"Because what?" concluded the King increasingly tightened the grip on the wrist of Naysila who began to sweat cold.

"k-because ... I ..."

"I why?" urged the King, with the squeezing of the hand.

"I ... I've also been feeling cold and ..."

Bugh ...!

With a movement as fast as a bullet, the King who from the beginning was gripping tightly Naysila's wrist had twisted the woman's body in such a way as to return to the starting position, which was facing fully at night.

In the next second, the rebellious Naysila instantly froze on the spot, while the hulls of the two burly arms had circled her body intact, along with the crush of a chest of tightly attached fields on her back.

"T-Master ...?"

"Ssthtt ..."

The King's warm breath immediately hit the nape of Naysila, as soon as the man tried to silence the protest sentence that was about to be thrown out.

Deg.

Deg.

Deg.

'Am I crazy ...?'. The king's.

Naysila's tongue felt very faint, and her heartbeat was pounding like a tambour that was being hit by a madman!

What Naysila should feel is warmth, because now her slender body is completely in the warm embrace of a strong, sturdy, and fragrant body.

Strangely enough ... The opposite was true, because Naysila felt as if her body was frozen like a block of ice.

Not much different from what Naysila felt, the same disturbing feeling also hit the King, who had even difficulty when having to control his crazy heartbeat.

'Why should I do something crazy like this ...?'

'Why did I hug her ...?'

"Why King ...?'

'Why ...?'

The king was frightened, agitated, misbehaved, but all these feelings had been overcome by regret over the pride of his heart.

'Why do you still ask ...? Isn't everything clear ...?'

'He's mine ...'

'I am the owner ...!'

'If I want to ... Anything I can do ... Without exception!'

"T-Mr ..."

"Shut up."

"But, T-Master ..."

"I said shut up."

Naysila bit her lips in fret. Naysila's uncomfortable body gestures were not not felt by the King, but the man became even more furious when he realized Naysila's efforts to reject him.

"Tell me, what are you thinking now ...?"

In the possessive embrace of the King who made the man's body tightly attached to his back, Naysila still tried to figure out what was going on, as well as what he should do.

"Are you currently working ...?"

Naysila was stunned in silence, not expecting if the next King's words were more like a mockery.

"Don't you start thinking because I'm holding you this tight ... That means I like you ..."

"Reg ... No. .." answered Naysila faltered.

It felt like Naysila wanted to cry when she found out that right now, the King was only playing tricks on her, as well as her feelings.

'It turns out nothing has changed. Because from the beginning ... In the eyes of a King of Adiguna, I was never more than a puppet, a very playful object, to be played with the man at will ...'

Naysila's eyes warmed, but she held herself back from crying ... At least for now.

"No, Mr ... How could I dare to think nothing of, Sir." - tenacious Naysila was weak, trying to endure the last remaining stubbornness within her.

"Good ... This is what I love about you ... Because you know yourself so well ..."

The evil whisper of the King was heard again, and the tight grip that had been enveloping naysila for a while now began to slowly unravel.

"Go back to my room and get my clothes ready. I'll catch up with you in ten minutes ..."

"Well, Mr. .." - Naysila nodded obediently.

Naysila stepped away leaving the King alone standing on the balcony.

Just as Naysila's feet stepped, a discreetly clear thread immediately fell onto her white cheek.

The departure of Naysila made the silence back to the kingdom, and in silence the King still stood upright staring at the pitch of the night.

"King ... Why are you ...? Why do you always act so annoying like that ...?"

Heavy breathing is clearly heard at the end of the sentence King who is monologuing.

Slowly the King's right hand moved down his pants pocket, to reach into a small white rectangular box that he kept there.

"Do I have to apologize ...?"

Again the King monologued, while staring at the harmonica box in his right hand, before finally his head shook strongly, to many times.

"No ... No ... Why apologize ...?"

"I did the right thing to prevent the woman from having hope ... So is my self ..."

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