MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

TRAPPED

'Is it that low I am in his eyes ...?'

'In the car, when he was about to attend his mother's dinner invitation, he kissed me at will, then tonight he too hugged me so tightly ...'

'Yes, I know that in his eyes I am nothing more than a doll he likes to play with. But is a ciu man and a hug a joke ...?'

'Excellent ...'

'It turns out that my poverty and helplessness never made him content to mock me in such a way ...'

'Mr. King Adiguna ... I really hate you ...!! I really hate you ...!! I ...'

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"This is for you. Take it."

Naysila was almost suffocated to hear a baritone voice that appeared suddenly, from behind her receding nape, due to a warm breath.

When Naysila's body turned perfectly, Naysila found the tall, sturdy figure of the King was right in front of her, while thrusting a small white rectangular box.

"What is this ...?" naysila asked, but her hand had not yet been raised to receive a gift from the King.

"Can't you take it first before you ask anything?" said the King still with his usual tone of voice, flat.

Hearing the sentence, obediently Naysila also hurriedly received the small box that the King thrust without saying much.

"Thank you, Mr. .." concluded Naysila takjim, but he himself did not know what the contents of the box from the King's gift to him.

"Hm ... You already know what's in it ...?"

Naysila's head was seen shaking without a word.

The king took his breath for a moment. "Then just open it ..."

Again without a word, Naysila obeyed the King's decree.

Slowly using both hands, Naysila's fingers began to try to remove the contents of the small box which turned out to be a milk-white harmonica, with small flower decoration on the surface of the left side and right side.

Naysila's head was raised to look at the King again. "Master, this ..."

"An old grandmother who gave it .." said the king to the point, as if to immediately dismiss the thought of Naysila who wanted to assume that the harmonica was really an object that came from him.

Naysila's eyebrows immediately linked to the King's strange-sounding explanation. "An old grandma?" confused repeat.

"Hm ..."

"But ... How can a grandmother ..."

"Last afternoon I reviewed the location of the land acquisition which still leaves some traders who have not had time to leave the location. One of the traders was a wholesale toy-seller grandmother, who also sold a lot of harmonica with various colors ..."

Naysila was stunned to hear the King's long explanation.

"Then how could the grandmother give this harmonica to Master?" asked Naysila who felt really curious, because as far as this time, the King was always reluctant to accept any form of gift, especially from strangers he did not know before, so the reality of this matter was quite shocking to Naysila.

After all, the King said that the grandmother was a wholesale toy seller who also happened to sell harmonica.

That's right ...!

Grocery toy seller ...?

How could the King take for granted, an item that came from the outskirts of the road, even bringing it into his room that is super sterile?

"Take this in place of yesterday's harmonica. Oh yeah, you threw away that ugly harmonica, didn't you ...?" the King's toilet again seemed to want to re-determine the fate of the bright red harmonica of Naysila that he had heard the flow of merdunya.

"The harmony ... I ... I've thrown it away as ordered, sir."

"All right, sir, thank you, very kind sir."

For a moment silence rested among them, with the sharp gaze of the King who rained full onto the figure of Naysila who continued to bow down reverent.

"Why do I feel ... You're not too happy to accept that harmonica, are you?" said the King opened his voice, after being silent a few jokes.

Naysila was stunned to hear the accusations. "No, that's not true, sir. Who said I wasn't happy ...?"

"Your face is less radiant." accused the King spontaneously.

"What?" again Naysila was stunned by the King's unilateral judgment, but it was true.

Regarding Naysila who is not too happy, then what should be?

Does he have to prance about because of the man's gift?

Even if the King gave himself a dozen harmonica though, all of it could not immediately change the feeling of Naysila's arrogance to the King's figure so easily.

The man played himself too often, and also liked to demean him. It felt natural that Naysila was not too happy, and it was not at all because she was unable to appreciate the harmonica the King gave her, but because Naysila was still carried away by the flow of resentment over the actions of the King who constantly underestimated his existence.

Akh, stop ...

No matter what Naysila felt, she still could not do anything to fight the dominance of the King. For this reason, despite being upset, Naysila eventually had to keep smiling.

"Sir, how could I not be pleased with the gift from Mister?" naysila's tone of voice was soft.

The king who heard it sharpened his gaze, as if he was doubting the phrase that had just greeted his ears.

"Really, sir, I'm very happy, to receive this gift ..."

"Who said it was a gift from me? It's obviously not me who gives." added the King indifferently while throwing his face, the prestige of admitting that the harmonica is merely a gift.

Naysila smiled, and since she knew exactly how the King was, this time she was secretly about to teach him a little lesson.

"Well, if not to you, then who should I thank?" lirih Naysila deliberately sowed the bait.

"Tell me directly to the old grandmother. Why should I say it to me ...?" replied the King straightforwardly, unknowingly eating a raw bait.

"Allah ... Then it looks like I have to see the old grandma."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you say, sir, I have to give my gratitude directly ...?"

"Yes, I did say it, but it doesn't mean anything ..."

"Sir, please allow me to meet the person who has given me this harmonica."

The King was silent, in the heart of the King did not expect if Naysila actually asked to meet directly with the grandmother of the wholesale toy seller and harmonica.

For what sake, the simple request of Naysila never wanted to be granted by the King. But because from the beginning the King has been so careless that he entered into a trap that he made himself, then in the end the King must be consistent with what he has said.

"Sir, I want to see that kind grandmother as soon as possible as you advise. Can I go see him tomorrow?"

The king threw his face, wanted to refuse but was powerless, wanted to shake his head but was trapped.

The King's breath sounded heavy, before finally deciding on something that was really heavy for him to pass.

"Tomorrow I must attend an important meeting. Maybe the day after tomorrow ... I was just able to take you to meet the grandmother in person ..."

"alright. Thank you, Mr. King ... Thank you .." nod Naysila joyfully, because for the decision, Naysila's smile also expands beautifully ...

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