MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

CALL DEAR

A dazzling speck of light seemed to come from a distance, then gradually drew closer ... Approaching ... And ...

"Good morning ..."

The greeting of a soft voice sounded like a simphony in the ear ...

'The sound ...'

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

The king woke up, then he just sat on the bed with a dazed face.

A sweet smile on the lips that is natural without polish, is the first beautiful sight seen by the King, as well as able to make him stunned for a long moment.

"Where am I ...?" said the King with a stupid look.

Hearing the King's question, Naysila let out a small laugh.

Not immediately answered but Naysila's steps swayed to the side of the bed, in order to put a tray that from the beginning was in the grasp of both hands first, after that Naysila put her body to the side of the bed, then Naysila put her body to the side of the bed, while looking at the King who continued to watch over him with a look of wonder as if demanding an answer.

"Your question is very strange .." cetus Naysila still with a long-lasting sweet smile.

The King's head turned back and forth, and his eyebrows became increasingly linked when he realized that he was in his own room.

'Isn't the last time I was in Medika Hospital because Naysila was sick ...?'

'But why do I feel my limp now, while the woman who can't seem to stop smiling looks okay ...?'

'Am I dreaming ...? Or hallucinating ...?'

The king massaged his eyebrows, because his head became dizzy suddenly just because he thought about what really happened.

"Yes you forgot your own room ... Mmm ... Darling ...?"

The pair of King's eyes immediately glared as soon as his head was raised.

'The soft call ...'

The king's cheeks suddenly met, but Naysila even laughed a little to see the King who tried to hide himself that he was blushing.

"What's wrong? Shouldn't I call you that? It was you who asked me to ..."

"Yes, yes, there's no need to remind me that hard. I have not amnesia to the extent that I can forget my own word ..."

"But you can forget about your own room ..."

"I'm not forgetting, but just a little confused."

"Why should you be confused?"

"It's only natural that I feel confused. As I recall, the last time I was at Medika Hospital was because of you ... Then why am I suddenly able to be in my room?"

Naysila only put on a smile, over every slobbery of the King. Naysila's gaze swept gently.

"Are you feeling okay now?"

The king glanced at Naysila a little.

Indeed, the King felt a bit awkward with their current conversation, because Naysila who never again pinned the call 'Master' as usual, preferred to say 'You' and had even called him 'Darling'. Akhc ...

"Of course I'm fine. I was sick .." sizzled the King indifferently, turning his face away.

"You are sick, my dear ..."

Deg.

The King's heart was pounding again.

'What's wrong with this woman ...?'

The king cursed in his heart, because he was again made to blaze wrong behavior because the call 'Honey' for the second time, which sounded so melodious to the ears.

Naysila who did not want to make the King more brutal salting finally chose to move from her seat.

"Lay down first. Doctor Ryan said, You need enough rest ..."

"Wait."

Naysila's steps stopped, because her wrist had been gently blocked.

But when Naysila turned away, a grimacing face belonging to the King was clearly visible, making Naysila aware that the hand that the King used to block his wrist was the back of the hand that a few hours ago had just been freed from the infusion needle that stuck there.

"Jeez, be careful, sweetheart ..."

'Tuh, right ... Call me that again ... Did he deliberately want to make me feel happy ...?'

Naysila hurriedly grabbed the back of the hand that still had a small bandage on it, carefully placed it on a soft pillow as she threw her body back to its original place in order to rub the back of the King's hand.

"What's going on? Why is there a bandage on the back of my hand? Am I hurt?" ask King in a row, a little freaking out.

"Calm down, sweetheart ... It's not a wound, it's an infusion needle ..."

"Infusion formula ...?!" The king heard it.

"Yes, the infusion needle. Dr. Ryan just pulled it out this morning, which is why you still feel pain from the marks ..."

"Why should I be on the infusion? What happened ...?"

The eyes of the King and Naysila were bound.

'So he doesn't remember at all what happened ...?'

Naysila.

'Why are her eyes so beautiful ...?'

Bathin Raja, who strayed far from the topic.

'Goddessa ... Why is my brain talking about Naysila's eyeballs ...?'

Swishing again, this time one of his other hand reflexively touched the nape of the neck, because one hand was still on the soft pillow, while enjoying a gentle swab of Naysila's fingers ...

Connect ...

🧕 : Confirm bit well ... 🙂

(It feels like giving up ..)

Did you know that readers of this novel in a day often do not reach 20 people or even 10 people ...?

Please, it is very heavy for an author, to continue writing a script with minimal readers until it is finished.

My longing is if the number of my readers can go up. But all the power remained fruitless, so I ended up often males for Up (Maaf🥺)

All this I have to say, so that you understand. I always try to continue working:

- MARRY AN ELDERLY NURSE, AND

- HELLO, OM ...!

Which is currently ongoing. But know, the low interest of the reader makes the author get nothing, even though dozens of chapters have been dedicated to Noveltoon and the Reader, at the expense of time, energy, and mind.

Kenapa tidak banyak pembaca yang berminat membaca karya-karyaku ...?

I don't know...maybe because all my work is not as interesting as most readers want, let alone the Recommendation Home only belongs to those who it is, it is, because Noveltoon is so picky that it only beguiles the pemeses only ... 😌