MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

CALL ME 'SAD'

Pov on a few hours ago ...

A pair of clear wells framed neatly by pliable eyelashes look flabbergasted staring at the King who actually looks stay cool.

"Sir, if you don't want me to call you 'Master', then what should I call you ...?"

The King's face seemed to pretend to think, when in fact he had planned everything well and just waited for the right moment.

Naysila's face still showed confusion in waiting for the King who finally answered his question so straightforwardly.

"Call me 'Darling' ...!"

Hearing that Naysila was flabbergasted.

"Egh? N-no ... No ... I don't want to ..."

The king was also stunned to hear Naysila's firm rejection as if without the slightest bargain in it, and even though her face began to harden, the man still tried to control the emotions that were about to overflow for the sake of prestige alone.

"Then, what about the call 'My husband' ...?" bargain the King again a little pushy after first bothering to throw away the shame, but the pesky Naysila still shook her head strongly.

"That's what's more." added Naysila stubbornly.

"You ..."

"Look, sir, I will still call 'Master' as usual, because it feels more appropriate."

This time the pair of King's eyes really glared at both of them.

"Wait a minute! Since when can you manage me, huh?" concluded the Angry King.

Indeed at first the King had held himself desperately, but the patience of the King who was only as thin as tissue was finally torn as well.

"Mr ... I really do not want such a call, my tongue is not used .." whine Naysila full of pleadings.

"Then get used to it!"

"But Mr ..."

"So you want to argue?"

"It's not so, Mr ..."

"I don't want to know anyway. If you still want to call me 'Master' again .. then you will know the consequences yourself!"

Hearing the threat, Naysila's courage inevitably shrieked immediately.

"Partially, I'm just asking you to change the call to not sound weird in everyone's ears. Then do you need to reject that hard ...? Then your facial expression ... Why is it that your facial expression can be so shocked just because of a trivial matter ...?!"

Naysila silently heard the usual string of ketus sentences slid from the King's lips at will.

'What does it say ...?'

'Trivile problems ...?'

'Call them as 'Honey' and 'My husband' ... Wouldn't that be too much for a charade that would end in less than nine months ...?'

Really, Naysila felt herself becoming a little frustrated thinking about every strangeness for the sake of the King's oddity every day.

But on the contrary, realizing Naysila's indecision, it secretly made the King smile triumphantly.

"Alright, sir, from now on I will try to change the call for Mr. .." break up Naysila who again chose to give up, because basically he is not likely to win if he had to argue the King.

"Well ... That's better ..."

'Yes, Alright, Master! Besides, come to think of what I'm wasting my energy on and arguing with you, when I even know exactly that I can't win over a selfish guy like you ...!'

Rutuk Naysila in heart, goiter half dead.

Naysila watched over the figure of the King with no interest. "It's up to you, sir .." he concluded, as if he had been fully convinced that he did not want to extend the somewhat embarrassing conversation for longer.

The king smiled and heard the resigned tone contained in Naysila's words.

"Alright, then from now on you should remember it well ..."

Naysila raised her face slightly, so that both of their gazes met with such a close distance, but the King instead increased the step so as to erode the distance between them.

Naysila's reflexive step wanted to retreat was held back by a burly arm that had now managed to hold her slender waist first.

'Egh ... What else does this strange man want ...?'

Naysila's body stiffened when she realized, with a face filled with evil grins, that slowly but surely the King's face was getting closer, drawing closer and closer, and only stopped when the man's face was really slumped over the naysila's right shoulder which stiffened perfectly.

Among the scented strands of Naysila's hair were weeping, a demonic whisper of a mad threat was clearly heard in the ear.

"Call me 'Dear', and never forget it. Because once you forget ... Then I will never hesitate to punish your recklessness mercilessly ..."

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

"Come here."

The king patted the surface of his thighs, with a strange smile etched on his lips.

Naysila, who had just noticed Reza's presence in the King's room, stopped her steps. He became increasingly hesitant to approach especially when capturing the body gesture of the King who seemed to signal danger.

"Why are you standing there? Come here ..."

Despite his doubts, Naysila's steps finally remained swayed closer and ...

Bugh.

Glug.

Just like the horror shadow that had crossed Naysila's mind, with just a light but powerful movement, the man grabbed Naysila's wrist at a lightning speed, then pull it towards his body until bo kong Naysila landed right on the thigh of the King just like that.

"Why so long ago ...?" the King's whisper does sound soft, but it is actually quite intimidating when the King says it with lips that almost touch the nape.

Naysila could even clearly feel how her bristles reflexively brushed by the warm gusts that swept across the sensitive skin of the back of her neck.

"Belgium ... I left just an hour from you. How can it feel long ...?" naysila replied slightly stammered, due to the shame and discomfort that whack simultaneously because of the position of his body perched on the lap of the King while in front of them there was Reza.

"Creally ...? Why am I even feeling so long huh ...?" the king was talking to himself.

Fortunately Naysila could refrain from screeching, because after speaking in a soft tone, this time the King's actions felt more extreme.

The face of the King sniffing behind his arm like a cat being spoiled to his master made Naysila really feel shock, but Naysila tried to face the situation with ease.

'What is this man doing ...?'

'Crazy base! Why would he do such a shameful thing right in front of Reza's nostril ...?'

'Did he really have lost his shame ...?'

Bathin Naysila was increasingly filled with frustrated thoughts, but Naysila knew that she could not rebel let alone protest with the King's treatment, because if Naysila dared to do it, he said, as usual the constant threat will definitely be accepted Naysila afterwards mercilessly.

As a result Naysila could only try to compensate for the King's unwarranted insanity, continuing to play the show to look fine despite his racing heart as if he wanted to be dislodged from his place.

While it was ...

Getting the super uwwu scenery presented right in front of his nose Reza can only smile a little, a little down, trying to throw his eyes that feel careless ...

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