MARRIED AN ELDERLY NURSE

STUNNED

The king was wearing his Rolex watch to his wrist.

Tonight the King was a bit of a hassle just because he had to prepare himself to meet the dinner invitation from his mother, although all the outfits he wanted to wear from toe to toe had been provided by Assistant Jo as soon as he returned from work.

Since the time when the King was required to stay with Naysila, the King had expected that surely the situation would make him unable to avoid and would always interact intensely with the woman.

For that according to his bad intentions from the beginning, the King chose to routinely prank Naysila so that it requires the woman to take care of everything that concerns her, to the smallest thing.

Yes, at first the King was a prank, did not expect the fruit of his fad would lead to a sense of dependence, so without realizing the King was even accustomed to rely on Naysila in all matters concerning him ... As is the case tonight where the King is even made to bother in wearing all the standard clothes and accessories, because the King is accustomed to relying on Naysila.

In fact, almost the whole life has been spent with great caution due to the acute paranoid condition inherent in his nature.

But when the King could not avoid the contents of the will of the grandfather that requires the King married Naysila and had to share a room with the woman within a year, the King must marry Naysila, all that fact was enough to make the King have a strong reason to avenge every inch of his feelings to decide to prank Naysila all out, every day!

The king did not even realize that his bad intentions had resulted in comfort.

The presence of Naysila apparently quite a lot has contributed in entertaining the King, because of raping Naysila, scolding Naysila, scaring Naysila, threatening, bully ...

Oh my ...

For what sake ...?

The king even found his own pleasure every time he pranked Naysila in such a way.

Naysila's face was flushed red, the tip of her fingers were shaking smoothly, her attitude was pretending to be calm but the reality was nervous was also misbehavior ...

Maddened.

All the scenery is like opium that has made the King want to always prank, as well as enjoy.

The king was even curious to know what things were entrenched in Naysila often faced with the King's annoying attitude.

Surely every time Naysila lowered her face or reviewed the forced smile, at the same time the girl was cursing in her heart ...!

Surprisingly, realizing that instead of feeling upset, the King began to think that having a wife who was stupid, innocent and obedient like Naysila turned out to be quite fun!

"Assistant Jo!" call the King as soon as he finishes his pecking for the last time in front of a large mirror.

"Yes, Sir?" sahut Assistant Jo who immediately showed his nose right in front of the door of the room that was not locked from the beginning.

The middle-aged man from the beginning had been standing outside the room, waiting for the King to call him if he needed help because the big madam who had been in the make over downstairs.

"Is Naysila finished?"

Already, Sir. At the moment Mrs Naysila is waiting for Mr ..."

"Alright, then I'll come down right now." break up the King without thinking twice.

The King's steps swung out of the room, towards the elevator followed by Assistant Jo from behind.

"Please, sir." As usual Assistant Jo pressed a button on the elevator panel, to allow the King to enter first.

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When the elevator door opened the King saw first was the figure of Naysila who had stood welcoming him right in front of the elevator door with her head bowed.

Behind Naysila is Miss Grace standing with her army, who has been working hard for the past few hours, to turn an ash-up into a princess.

A sharp rhythm of tension clearly enveloped their faces, in harmony with the rhythm of their thumping chest, waiting for the King's reaction to their omnipresent work for the figure of Naysila, the Great Lady.

"Master .." said Naysila.

The King's steps swayed doubtfully as he exited the elevator booth.

With his pair of eyes staring pushy, the King had even forgotten to blink in disbelief at what he was looking at right now.

Right in front of her, just a distance of no more than three meters, where Naysila's slender body stood upright, wrapped in a simple intersecting white dress, impressed a little conventional but has made the woman become many times more graceful in the eyes of the King.

Naysila's hair, which is usually tucked one back, is now left unraveled, and her face looks smooth due to a touch of very fitting flawless makeup.

"Sir, what about my appearance? Am I worthy enough to accompany Mr ...?" asked Naysila as if impatient to hear the sincere praise from the King's lips, but the King even threw his red face up to the lobe.

"Basic ugly ..."

"A-appa ...?" Naysila and everyone who was there were stunned to hear that cynical sneer, only Assistant Jo's face was still unmoved.

"Because you are really very ugly, wearing a good dress and dressing up also feels free ..."

"All right ..." Naysila's hiss was weak with a crimson face extinguished, enduring embarrassment as well growled. His lips even shuddered. "Miss Grace ..."

Without intending to refute the King, Naysila had called out the name of Miss Grace who was immediately moved closer from behind.

"Yes, Madam ..."

Can you put on my face again so that it doesn't look ugly?" asked Naysila who finally chose to push back his patience until the toilet.

Miss Grace looks misbehaved, but Naysila's gentle smile is actually engraved on her lips as if giving a little consolation, even though she herself is being embraced by sadness, also needs to be entertained by someone.

"The King doesn't like my face. Can Miss Grace put on my makeup again ...?" repeat Naysila, realizing Miss Grace who has not budged.

"No need!" the King's rebuttal sounded resolute.

"But Mr ..."

"What the hell are you, if your face has to be cleaned again, we can be late" said the King gave an excuse, but there he was stunned to not believe to see the beauty of Naysila.

"Is it okay if you walk together with an ugly woman like myself ...?"

"What can I do? Didn't I have to get used to accepting my unfortunate fate of having an ugly wife like you ...?"

Naysila gulped down her saliva to find the King's words as if without sin.

"Malah bengong ... Let's go now!" tell the King again while stepping indifferently, passing Naysila just like that.

"Let's Mistress .." in the end Jo's assistant resuscitated Naysila to step in following the King's steps that had preceded her.

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After the death of King and Naysila, Miss Grace is seen approaching the sofa and throwing her tired body there.

"Miss Grace ... What's up ...?" some of the men working at his Spa and Salon were seen approaching the owner, who this time went down directly to handle special clients at the special request of a King Adiguna.

"It's okay, I just feel sad and a little disappointed. I regret not being able to take the opportunity to do anything better for Ms. Naysila. I have disappointed Lord King and ..."

"That's not true."

Miss Grace and some of her men were stunned to hear a sudden rebuttal coming from Assistant Jo, who turned out to have returned after delivering both of her employers to the main door.

"Assistant Jo ..."

"You have done your duty well, Miss Grace ..." Jo's assistant bowed her head towards Miss Grace who was looking at her doubtfully.

"But it was Mr. King ..."

"He's lying."

"A-appa ...?"

"The truth is, Lord King is very impressed with your hard work."

"Creally ...?" miss Grace's eyes were in disbelief.

Assistant Jo looks confident. "Miss Grace .. thank you, thank you for doing your job well ..."

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