MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

BABYSITTER BIG

When Naysila came out of the bathroom her footsteps went straight to the direction the King's wadrobe was.

A set of sleeping pajamas he had set aside had become Naysila's choice without a doubt.

The king's pyjama motif looks similar to the nightgown Naysila is currently wearing.

Yes of course it is the same, because their pajamas are indeed a couple.

As if reflecting a perfectionist what a King Adiguna, because even to be able to sleep on the same bed Naysila had to dress the same as himself.

Naysila put the pajamas on their king-size bed, then stepped her feet towards the nightstand to store the harmonica that was on the bottom of the drawer, then step again towards the sofa in the corner of the room, where a rattan basket containing his knitting equipment is located.

Waiting for the King to finish cleaning himself, Naysila chose to continue the knitting, which is a white sweater, intending to add a little touch by using a light pink thread to carve the initials 'R.A.', in front of her unfinished knitting.

Naysila did the activity to fill the void of time, and decided to make a warm and comfortable sweater, which he planned to give to the King on the day of the man's birthday which was soon.

A month ago after Raffly Adiguna died, Naysila, who had been the King's legal wife, began to feel boredom.

How not to be bored if after the death of Raffly Adiguna, Naysila's life now no different like a bird in a golden cage, because of the King's strict rules for him.

Since the beginning of the King and Naysila married, in everyday life Naysila has not felt anything because she is still undergoing days around the hospital, to take care of and wait for Raffly Adiguna every day.

But once the old man died, automatically Naysila's daily life also changed, from initially taking care of the elderly, now changed into a big babysitter.

While King Adiguna is famously perfectionist and paranoid with strangers, inexplicably has a slight exception for Naysila.

To be honest the King just did not realize that he felt comfortable, because he realized that for so many years Naysila was even so painstakingly taking care of his grandfather who was completely paralyzed.

Required to sleep in the room because of strict rules of the will of the grandfather and under the supervision of the lawyer, the King must be willing to accept Naysila control his private area, and the King must be willing to accept that Naysila control his private area, likewise with Naysila who must get used to living with strangers with all forms of strange nature.

A few moments passed in silence when the sound of the bathroom door opened.

Naysila pretended to duck and remained quietly knitting, as the King figure came out of the bathroom clad in a thick wadrobe.

Naysila in no way tried to raise her face to see what the King was doing until her own ears heard his name called.

"May ..."

Naysila hurriedly raised her face. "Yes, Mr ...?"

"Put my pajamas."

'Pampered base ...'

Hiss Naysila in heart while hastily putting her knitting back abandoned, but still Naysila answered him with disdain. "Good, Sir."

Naysila got up and approached the King who stood upright bare-chested. The King's habits never changed, and Naysila never finished thinking.

The man was able to wear and take off his lower clothes lightly, but strangely always noisier if he had to wear and take off his upper clothes so that Naysila was required to always help him.

During this time Naysila always concluded that it was possible because the King still had shame, even though he liked to rule.

Actually for Naysila herself, she is quite professional considering the demands of the work she has done for the past five years has made Naysila accustomed to seeing the organs of the body that are intimidated even from men and women.

The difference, he faced at this time was not the body of an elderly human who was helpless, but the body of a handsome man with a handsome pus with a whole body decorated with rows of charming muscles, and the body of a handsome man, who can unsettle Naysila often his fingers accidentally touch the skin of the King's body is super smooth, super smooth, and also impressed clay, because for the last two months, exactly as soon as they were married, the two of them, Naysila had become the only person in the palace, who had to take care of everything that concerned the man.

"It's over." Naysila was satisfied, as soon as her fingers finished buttoning the last of the white pajamas worn by the King. "Is there anything else I need to do, sir?"

King shakes. "none. I'm so tired, I'm going to bed right now."

Naysila arranged the pillow, even patting it slowly several times as if to make the pillow more comfortable.

"Master, may I continue my knitting for a moment?"

Naysila's desire was responded to by a snort. "Why still ask? Don't you know exactly that if I'm lying down, that means you should do the same?"

Naysila swallowed his saliva, not wanting to argue because it was also useless to deny anything that was said from the mouth of the King.

"Alright, then let's sleep ..."

The king did not respond to Naysila's decision and went straight to the bed, laying down his body there.

Seeing that Naysila hurriedly circled the king's large bed, went to the other side and threw his body there.

"May ..."

Naysila turned her head to the side, finding a handsome face that also turned towards her.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Tomorrow, get rid of all the black clothes off my clothes rack."

"Good." Without asking much Naysila nodded.

It does not feel like a month has passed, and that means the King will not wear black again as he did for the past month, in honor of the departure of Raffly Adiguna.

"One more thing .." concluded the King still while staring at Naysila from the side, who quietly began to feel uneasy with the position of those who were lying with their heads turned to each other.

"W-what else ...?"

"Dump that red harmonica."

"A-appa ...?!" Naysila. He even just ordered Assistant Jo to buy him a harmonica this afternoon after the King left the office.

It felt unsatisfied that Naysila had been playing this thing all day, and now the King had even ordered Naysila to throw it away.

"I don't want to see you keep that ugly thing in my room."

"But Mr ..."

"If until I find out you're trying to smuggle that thing in any part of this room, then I won't hesitate to punish you."

"Tomorrow I'll throw it away." concluded Naysila quickly.

"Good."

After saying that short remark the King immediately turned his body, turning his back on Naysila just like that.

'Handly turned back on people, turn back on even can not ...!'

So roughly the mind of Naysila with her pair of unblinking eyes, as she stared at the wide back of the King who was now behind her ...

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