Mr. Arrogant'S First Love

A Victim

The heat of the sun began to sting, the blanket that covered half of Kian's body made him sultry. He took the blanket away from her. Rubbing his eyes that are still slightly blurred. His hands shut his open mouth as he yawned. Waking up, leaning his body on the bed.

Outside the sound of people talking, increasingly curious who and what. He decided to go out.

Before coming out, Kian touched his ankle that hurt earlier. Then slowly shake it. It doesn't feel too painful. Maybe it's Arkan's massage. It's just that if used for walking, it still feels painful. Finally Kian walked out of the room while holding on to the wall. He supported himself not to fall.

He was surprised to see several people in white uniforms in the living room. Their clothes are like a doctor. Frowning, what are the doctors gathered here for.

Seeing Kian coming out of the room, Aunt Sumi approached him. The look on his face was also shocked and confused. Then Sam approached them, explaining the cause of the doctors' arrival.

"They came at the behest of Lord Arkan" Sam said.

"That's a fracture expert,"

"That's a neurologist,"

"When that's a general practitioner,"

Sam mentioned the expertise of each doctor, as his hands pointed at them. Hearing Sam's explanation, Kian simply shook his head in disbelief.

"Who's there then?" He pointed at a woman who was at the very end. He wasn't wearing a doctor's outfit, so Kian thought he wasn't a doctor.

"Ohh, that's a professional masseuse, miss," replied Sam.

Again, I couldn't believe it. Why did the man tell them to come here. It was like an emergency patient, all the doctors were told to come. Then Kian looked for the figure behind all this.

"Where is Mr Arkan?" ask Kian. When not finding his figure.

"Mr Arkan is having a meeting, Miss. Said he'd be back after the meeting's over."

"Is Mr Arkan not sane? How could he send those doctors here?" grunts Kian.

"Mr Arkan told them to check on you, Miss. So you can prepare."

Finally Kian returned to his room while being led by Aunt Sumi. The woman sat Kian down carefully. Then go out and prepare lunch for Kian.

The first doctor went into Kian's room. Checking the condition based on his expertise. Then go out and write some notes.

The second doctor followed by doing the same. Come out and write the notes.

When the third doctor came in, Arkan was seen getting out of the car with the other driver. He went into the house and Sam approached him. Explain the extent to which the examination took place. Arkan looks only mangosteen hear Sam's explanation, while waiting for the third doctor out.

After the third doctor came out, Arkan went into Kian's room to see his condition. It looks like the girl is sitting down. While playing his fingers.

Kian pouted his lips. He felt uncomfortable being treated this way. Some doctors kept checking him and touching him. Make it ticklish.

"Why did you do it?" tanya Kian cold.

"What?!" Arkan asked back. Pretending not to understand the girl's question.

"Why did you send these doctors here? I just sprained in the ankle. Not a broken bone or a serious injury. Just massaging is enough" he said annoyed.

"You're better?" ask Arkan while sitting on the small chair. Not caring about Kian's words.

Sighs, already guessing his words will not be digubris. "Already," he answered.

"Your feet still hurt?"

"Little," answered Kian without looking.

Arkan headed for the door, opened it a little and whispered to Sam who was standing by the door. The man nodded in understanding. Then he told the lady dressed in batik to come in. He is a professional masseuse. The woman entered and stood beside Kian.

"Do you want to massage the whole body or just the part that hurts?" ask first.

Thinking for a moment. If massaged all over the body, it means he must take off his clothes and wear the kemben that woman brought. Then Kian glanced at Arkan. Nope, no. He didn't want to wear the kemben in front of the man. Once enough he was caught wearing a cloth in front of Arkan. Kian won't repeat it again.

After being invited, the woman sat down on the bed and took out her massage equipment. First of all the woman threw something on Kian's legs to make it feel slippery. Then start touching it and massage it slowly. At first Kian only felt amused, until over time the massage was painful. He squeezed the blanket he held. It really hurts. While biting his lower lip so as not to scream

"Baaaaa... It hurts!!" he groaned as the woman pulled her leg.

Seeing Kian moving around and constantly complaining of pain, Arkan began to panic.

"Hey, slow down your massage! You don't see him screaming in pain? You want to kill him, huh?"

Ck. What is the name of a sprain if massaged must hurt sir, this is nothing. I haven't even confirmed the position of his ankle. This lady could be shouting louder than this.

Kian stared at Arkan softly, as if begging for something.

Never mind, sir, you shut up. Don't add to my pain with your babble.

"Sorry sir" replied the woman as graciously as possible. Arkan is the customer who paid for it.

"Miss's ankle is sprained, so I have to justify her position so as not to swell. So ladies, get ready!" the woman said to prepare herself for the pain.

"Sir, please hold my hand" Kian whispered to Arkan.

"What?! Why?" Arkan curious.

"Just hold it if you don't want to see me punch the woman" he whispered again.

Arkan finally obeyed. He held Kian's hand which was accompanied by a frown on his forehead. He didn't know what the masseuse was going to do.

"I will do it in the count of three" the woman gave the code.

He took a deep breath.

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three!"

"YAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" arkan suddenly shouted in pain.

The masseuse had finished justifying his ankle, but Kian still stuck his teeth on Arkan's arm. The man gaped in disbelief, his breath snorting after shouting.

Kian unconsciously biting Arkan's arm very strongly. Until the bite almost spits blood. Seeing Arkan's arm hurt, Kian hurriedly grabbed it. Blow it slowly. He felt very sorry.

Kian asked the man to hold his arm, so that he did not reflexly reply to the masseuse. But now, even Arkan is the victim. It's stupid, it's its own.

Arkan felt pain in the bitten part of Kian. His anger immediately peaked wanting to curse the girl. But when Kian blew it and rubbed it slowly, Arkan undoes his intentions. He even smiled to himself like a person lost his mind. I can't remember just being bitten by that girl.

Damn, why does my heart beat so fast when he blows it. It feels so comfortable.

Kian took the wound medicine in the nightstand drawer and dripped it in Arkan's hand. Because he didn't have plaster, so he just wrapped it with his handkerchief.

"Sorry sir, I did not intentionally," he said after finishing treatment.

Arkan stared at the handkerchief on his arm. It doesn't feel so sick anymore. But seeing the look on Kian's regretful face made him want to prank the girl.

"Do you think I'll just forgive you? Look, because of you, my smooth hand has become deformed!" cibir Arkan ketus.

Ck, is he sane? If it's a minor injury just like that, he said what's the severe disability? But it was my fault, too, that smooth hand got hurt. Sorry yes, Sir.

"Keep I must how will you forgive me?" ask Kian. His voice sounded a little groggy, hoping for this matter to be resolved soon. He knew Arkan wouldn't be that easy to take it off.

"I'll tell you later. So you just need to be prepared." The corners of his lips were interested in forming a grin.

Kian frowned. I don't understand the man's meaning. But a second later shrugged, not wanting to think about it. At least he survived today.