Secretly Loving You's

Ch 31 - It Seems He Didn't Realize

Body freezes. Eyes closed with fingers that squeeze the bed linen tightly. This immense shame made me want to disappear, even from this world.

This is more embarrassing than expecting a kiss or a saliva tragedy. This time I really have no face to meet Mr. Armand. Why do I always do shameful things in front of him?! What great sin did I commit that my every behavior was always bad in his eyes?

I can't imagine the expression of the three men in front of me. I choose not to see it. Honestly, I really wanted to cry right then and there.

"Why are you coming? What I need is a female nurse. Quick out. Call your coworkers." After a few seconds of silence, there was the voice of Mr. Armand who was driving away the nurses. A few moments later, the room was empty. There was no sound, not even the sound of human breath.

I ventured to open my eyes. It turned out that the room had been empty. Shortly afterwards, a message came in from the cellphone lying on the nightstand. It was my phone.

At first glance I peeked at the contents of the message that turned out to be from Mr. Armand. Why did he send a message? Has he been too ill-feeled and reluctant to meet me?

Sha, I'm out for a second. There's a little business. Soon a nurse will come to help you change the bandage. I know from now on you feel uncomfortable with your bandage.

I read the message over and over again. There were no words to offend the embarrassing incident I had just experienced. Precisely what is discussed is even the problem of bandages. Did Mr Armand think wrong? Does he not know what happened?

After two minutes, two female nurses came with cheerful faces. Asking about my discomfort. What they discussed was also the issue of bandages, not to mention anything else. Is it true that Mr. Armand and the others do not know of my shameful conduct? If it were like that, I would be very grateful.

Since the two nurses did not discuss the incident, I finally ventured to tell them. Asking for help to replace all the items I've wetted.

I thought I'd see faces full of disgust, but it wasn't like. They smiled very friendly.

"Do we just put up a catheter, ma'am? It seems like the wife-type mother is embarrassed to ask for help from her husband," said one of them while cleaning my body. Friendly smiles adorned their faces.

"Husband?" I looked at them with a wondering look. Obviously I am confused. Whose husband do they mean?

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we didn't mean anything else. But we thought, Mom's husband is really cool. Is it, isn't it, Ma'am?" The younger nurse looked at her older colleague. Ask for support from his statement.

"Don't talk about anything less important. Finish your work," he replied flatly.

"Mbak is too serious. But you also admit it, don't you?" Nurse Frida won't lose. From his face, it looks like he's the same age as me.

"His husband? Cooly? Meanin?" I'm still trying to understand their words. Are they not the patient's fault? Why do they say I have a husband, when obviously I'm single.

"Mom, will we put up a catheter?" ask the older nurse to switch the conversation. Discussion of the catheter problem again made me remember the embarrassing thing I just experienced.

"According to Sister how?"

"In our opinion, the medical condition of the mother has no obligation to install a catheter. No urinary retention or incontinence. But it all goes back to Mom, how comfortable."

I looked at the bandaged leg. Actually the pain comes only when the effect of the drug is gone. For the rest, I can still move my legs at will.

The infusion containing blood had already been lowered. What was left was just ordinary infusion. That means my condition is getting better.

"When am I here?"

"Mother's injuries are indeed elongated and require a few dozen stitches, but fortunately not too deep. In two or three days, you can go home and continue your treatment at home. But you also need to control the doctor at least five days post-exit to see the development of the stitches." I looked at all that information. Come to think of it, my condition is not so severe.

"I don't need a catheter" I broke up later.

They've changed the bed linen and the blanket. Apparently under the bed sheet is installed a special base so that the liquid does not penetrate the mattress. They also changed the patient's clothes and wiped my body. I was clean and no longer needed help.

"Then we say goodbye first" said the nurse named Nur while nodding his head.

"If you are embarrassed to ask for help from your husband, you can simply push the call nurse button" continued nurse Frida. "But, if I were a mother, I would rather ask her husband for help if he was as handsome as her husband, auch...." I saw Nur pinching Frida's arm. "Hehe, kidding Ma. Whatever you need, you can contact us. We'll take care of it." Frida waved her hand. Pretty funny girl. If we were in the same city and work area, maybe we could be friends.

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After the nurses left, I remembered Frida's words. Who does she mean husband? A handsome husband? What does he mean by Mr Armand? Huh huh?

So Mr Armand calls himself my husband? Well, why am I so happy, hihihi. That means, Mr. Armand is starting to show his feelings. It's impossible for Mr. Armand to confess as a husband to any girl if he doesn't have feelings, right?

On the subject of embarrassment, I'm sure Mr. Armand and the two male nurses didn't notice. If Mr. Armand knew, he would have told the two female nurses who were taking care of me earlier. But the proof is they don't know anything. Hah, thank goodness. This time God really saved my face. At least I can still stare at the man I like without shame.

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After breakfast and possibly due to the influence of drugs, drowsiness begins to come ambush. I stared at the clock on my phone a few times. It's been two hours Mr. Armand's gone. Long enough too. Ah, I shouldn't be dependent like this. Mr. Armand must be very troubled. He should have followed the class, but being busy taking care of me became like this.

Remembering that night again makes a lesson. Fear and despair are so obvious I guess. Had Mr. Armand not come that night, it might have left a trauma.

Mr. Armand ...

Why is he always there when I need help? Why has he always been a helper god? Why does he always treat me so well?

I can't give up on you, sir. I'm sure you have the same feeling. I'll make you realize and admit it.

Departing from that thought, I unconsciously fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept. I heard the door open, I opened my eyes immediately.

"Sorry, I woke you up?" I saw Mr. Armand walking over. "How are you feeling?"

I try to sit. Mr. Armand deftly helped put some pillows behind the body, making my position comfortable.

"I'm fine, sir," I replied as I stared at my god face.

"Is it still sick?" I shook my head. "Is there anything you need?" Again I shook my head. "Someone wants to see you."

"Who?" Mr. Armand didn't answer my question right away. He walked to the door and opened it.

"Lake in." Mr. Armand's tone sounded cold. It was very different from the tone of voice he used when talking to me. I was so curious about the guests who came. Why did Mr. Armand turn cold and sniffy like that.

A few seconds later, I saw a young man about 175 cm tall standing in front of me very awkwardly. The man looked down then looked up little by little. How shocked I was when I saw that battered face!!

The left eye is blue and swollen, making it difficult to open. Nose contusion. While there are torn wounds on the lips and temples on the right. Although it is quite difficult to identify but I believe the man standing in front of me is Arkan. My teammate's in the password game.

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