MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE
CLAIM A REWARD
"Where's my gift?"
Naysila who was surprised suddenly glared at the man in front of her who even commented on the smile of jumawa.
Naysila had just come out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, but not yet anything the King had blocked his steps with a question that was already innumerable, I don't know how many times the King asked the same question since the man's return about half an hour ago.
"And I told you from the beginning, later after dinner I will give it .." concluded Naysila who chose to walk around half the body of the King who had become a barrier step when he was about to go to the wadrobe.
"But I want it now ..."
Again, Naysila's steps to the wadrobe again blocked by the King's tall body, which seemed never tired to keep stalking Naysila's steps wherever Naysila put his feet.
Without heeding the King's words, Naysila again walked around the half-body of the handsome barrier, towards his wadrobe, opened it, then immediately dropped the choice on a bone-white knee-length canal, with a small band at the waist.
"Why wait for the night? Why not just now?"
The high level of impatience from the King who returned was heard from behind his back, able to make Naysila laugh.
On the contrary, hearing Naysila who laughed at his soaring curiosity, had made the King's patience even more eroded.
At this time the King is indeed being struck by the curiosity of the god level, because of Naysila's statement before he left for the office this morning, which in the end made the King continue to feel dag dig dug all day, busy guessing what kind of gift Naysila was going to give her.
"Njelica ... Your gift is from you. But since it was meant for me, it meant that the gift was mine." said the King, who was not willing to give up.
Naysila rolled her eyes with both shoulders lifted to find the protesting speech of the King who abstained from retreat.
While clutching the white canal of her second bone, Naysila chose to pitch indifferently, about to turn back towards the bathroom to change clothes there, not one bit of the woman intends to mengubris all forms of whining King who impressed impatient.
"Naysila, jeez ... Why do you even ignore me? You have no pity at all to see me pleading like this ...?"
"I would have said that I would give it later .." elak Naysila, insisting.
"Later that's when, Nay ..."
"After dinner."
"Why is it so long?" the King's automatic protest was not accepted.
"Patience .." short Naysila who returned continued her delayed steps, indifferently her petite body passed the King who stood upright with his face folded.
"May ..."
Again the tall strapping body of the King again became a barrier step Naysila, this time the King actually stood like a doorstop that closed the entire entrance to the bathroom.
"Side, I want to change clothes first .." murmured Naysila as she glared at the King's will.
A pair of beautiful eyeballs belonging to Naysila increasingly rounded to hear the King's bad words in a row.
'This guy is crazy, huh? I have to change clothes in this room ...?'
"Njelica ... Why do you always close yourself up like this? You always thought of me as a stranger, but you promised to ..."
"To try patiently and slowly ..."
Mungkas Naysila kalem, before finally speaking again in a soft tone.
"King, believe ... From that moment on I really kept trying and trying. But ... I don't know why ..."
Float.
Honestly, Naysila was even still confused in explaining her own feelings about accepting the King's offer to open up to each other and accept each other.
It felt like there was a huge wall, which blocked Naysila's trust in order to completely trust the man.
The king was bowed in accepting the rebuttal Naysila uttered with a very soft word, but not to the end.
Indeed, instead of the King not trusting Naysila, it's just that the King did not have much stock of patience to wait for the door Naysila's heart to really open and be able to accept his presence.
'After all, it had been two months since the conversation that night. Why can't he like me sooner? What is it that I'm so bad that it's so hard to like ...?'
The king took care of masygul.
I want to be angry, but I can't. The King was very sorry, why from the beginning did not try to take Naysila's heart well, even he often tortured and played with the woman at every opportunity.
'Don't he be traumatized ...'
Bathin the King returned them, devastated.
"Sorry ..."
The King's head shook his head to accept the words of apology spoken from Naysila's tiny lips.
"No ... No ... Don't apologize. I was wrong, and I was impatient too ..."
Naysila was silent. Secretly his pair of eyes skinned the figure of the King who was now glued before him.
"Well, there's no need to go to the bathroom. Change your clothes quietly here, for I will come out now and wait for you at the dinner table .." - King wilted as he shuffled from before Naysila just like that, before finally the man really moved out of their spacious room ...
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