My best friend my husband

Chapters 83.Sleeping Queen

I wiped off the tear marks on her cheeks and then took off the safety pins under her chin and on her head.

I removed Dara's veil and tidied up her sweat-soaked hair.

I took his ankle and put it on my lap.

Honestly, I used to have an accident like this. I pressed a little inside her ankle.

"Aah! Pain, sis. Don't get it."

Dara was crying again. I just pressed his skin a little.

"Shut up."

I looked back at Dara who was grimacing in pain as I again massaged her legs.

Dara also bit her lower lip so as not to hear the sound of her crying.

"Sister started, yeah. You hold the pain. Just a few seconds."

I began to touch the soles of Dara's feet and then move in a way to rotate slowly.

"Don't do that."

Dara squeezed my shoulder in a black shirt.

"It hurts, it hurts like a snake bite. But, straight away," I said with a smile.

Dara pursed her lips to hear my babbling.

I pulled Dara's nape, stuck my beer on her beer and then moved her ankles violently.

His voice was stifled by my bii sticking to his beer. To silence his voice and scream.

I let go of my beer then looked at her who was looking at me while widening her eyes.

I moved Dara's legs again and she realized that her daydream was staring at me and turned to her feet that no longer felt pain.

"Now raise your skirt" I asked.

Dara shook her head.

"You want the wound to be infected? Want your knee amputated?" I stared at him.

"No."

"Yes, follow the will of my brother," I said.

Dara raises her navy skirt. While I rinsed the towel back with plain water and looked at Dara's open knee and saw her gaping wound.

I started touching the bleeding knee with a wet towel and slightly shifted the towel to remove some of the dirt there.

"Sa-kit."

I clenched my ears when I heard Dara's hissing voice, grimacing in pain and gripping my busy wrist by cleaning her knees.

It's not just Dara who's cold sweat, I am too. As a normal man, if you see a woman's clean legs. It would be tempting.

Moreover, I was holding back the gelojak from my chest.

After that I poured red medicine and betadine into the cotton. Alcohol, I forgot to buy that liquid.

"ah! Confirm."

Dara patted my shoulder rough when the brown liquid touched her skin that was bleeding.

Though the red medicine had already absorbed in the middle of his wound.

Dara hit me on the shoulder again when I drip the betadine to her knee.

And it ends by covering the wound with a cotton swab tied with cloth. The supplies in my car are minimal, I don't buy gauze either.

"Already," I cried as I blew the wound that had been wrapped in cotton.

Dara opened her eyes and leaned her head and back on the bed.

While I put betadine, cotton and red medicine into a small box.

"Silver buy paracetamol with other pain relievers."

I took the car keys and got out of the room. Just a few steps, mom stopped me.

"Where are you going?"

"Get out a minute, ma'am. Want to buy pain medication."

"Pake your mother's motorbike."

Mother Fisya walked into her room and gave me the keys to her motorbike.

"Thank you, ma'am."

****

I came out of the pharmacy while carrying small plastic containing drugs and saw the motor gas tank.

"Good, good thing I didn't die in the middle of the road" I muttered, closing the gas tank and returning home.

Before going home, I filled the full motor gasoline, then slipped some money sheets in the seat.

****

"Assalamualaik."

I entered the house while carrying the plastic and walked into the room.

I saw Dara lying down and closing her eyes in the corner of the bed.

'Sleep?' I put down the plastic and walked into the kitchen.

"What's wrong, ma'am?" tanyaku looked at Mother Fisya who was struggling in the stove.

"You make chicken soup for Dara . You want?"

I nodded my head as I took the long wooden spoon inside the glass bowl.

While mom washes rice in the sink.

"Is there a problem with the water, ma'am?" my ask while the base is stale.

"She, son. Well in the bathroom now, the water's almost gone."

"If so, make a well drill, ma'am. 'And behind or beside the house there is still land."

"Let Azlan help pay for it" I said.

"Thank you, son."

I nodded my head while displaying my sweetest smile to her.

"The soup is ripe soon. You take the bowl."

I obeyed what he told me. Chaca came to our aid by peeling the avocado juice and then she put the avocado meat in the blender.

After serving, I brought a bowl of chicken soup, a glass of avocado juice and there were spoons and forks there to Dara's room.

"Good afternoon, the queen is asleep. Comeon, getup. Eat some chicken soup first," I said as I entered Adnan's room and placed the tray on the nightstand a little far away with the bed.

Dara did not move at all and was not even bothered by the presence of me sitting on the bed.

"Sleeping queen, let's get up." I pat her shoulder slowly and then play her hair.

The dark knight's eyelids moved and turned towards me. I stopped my hands playing in her hair.

"Sit down, you have to fill your stomach with this mother's cooking. Brother is not good at cooking soup, but if you cook meat steak, rameyon, marrow porridge, french fries the same as your favorite chocolate toast, brother can."

I rambled as Dara complied with my request. I grabbed that glass of avocado juice and gave it to her.

Dara gave me the glass again as she felt it was enough to wet her throat and I fed her the chicken soup.

"Where's the date?"

My eyes moved to the bowl that was in my grasp.

Yes, the rice does not exist.

"Hehehe, it's okay if you don't use rice. Even better," I said.

"I'm not full!" timpal Dara raised his voice annoyed.

"Gosh, brother take the rice first."

I put the bowl of soup on the nightstand and went out of the room to get the rice inside the rice coocker.

I poured the rice into a small bowl of white glass and then closed the rice coocker again and walked back to the room with a puff of smoke that greeted my handsome face.

"This is the rice, let's eat again."

I fed the hot rice back to the spoon and gave it to him with soup water.

I blew the rice and put it in her mouth.

"Eh, the chicken forgot."

I chuckled when I realized that I had forgotten to give Dara chicken.

"Hm."

I smiled at Dara and then separated the chicken from her bones using a fork and spoon and went back to feed the chicken for her.