That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Your Halalin

"Hey, I told you I'm okay!" Billy tried to explain the state of his arm to Milly. However, it is useless, because the woman still pulled him into the house.

"It's okay how? Your hands are bleeding again, and this is definitely hurting. Your wound could be infected if not treated immediately" Milly explained.

Billy just sighed quietly following the pull of his wife. Do not refuse, nor intend to answer every scolding. He knew that Milly's overreaction was part of caring and compassion. It is not directly expressed, but enough to make him know if the wife loves him so much.

Stopping in the middle room, Milly dyed to find the medicine box he used earlier. Because it was invisible to the view, the girl took the initiative to look for it in several corners of the room. Under the table, next to the sofa and on some small tables where vases of flowers.

Not getting what he wanted, the girl stopped the search. Stand with a sour face, then scratch his head that is not itchy then ruffled waist. Wonder.

"No one, yes," he murmured.

A moment later he turned his body. Staring at Billy who was standing leisurely behind him while smiling wryly. Apparently the man noticed his movements since then. Billy also looks ordinary with his injuries, not at all seen in pain. The man remained cool in his eyes. But still Milly felt the need to worry about him.

"Hehe, the medicine box isn't there," his grin bashfully with his forefinger scratched his head for a moment.

Billy poked his shoulder. "Yes, if there is no papa. Mending to the head of aja, a flutter of the night," he said with a mischievous smile.

Hearing Billy talk, Milly recoiled his forehead. Billy's stupid attitude really made him light-headed. Marriage wants impromptu. Does he think marriage is as easy as buying fried food?

Milly suddenly remembered the medicine box that was always available in her room. A sense of relief immediately approached until his smile also faintly expanded.

Billy who directly saw the change in his wife's expression, was intrigued to ask in a seductive tone.

"Why smile? You must be impatient to get married legally, right?"

"Ish, no!" refute Milly quickly.

Billy nodded. "Then?" tanyanya did not understand.

"Calm down sir. Don't freak. I have another medicine box in my room. Or if necessary I can call a doctor to sew your wound."

"Hey, who's panicking? Who needs a doctor? It's just a small wound!"

Ignoring Billy's words, Milly pulls Billy's arm up the stairs. He led the man up to the second floor and walked towards his room. For a while he felt safe because it managed to dampen Billy's desire to go to the penghulu. However, can he control something that is not desirable might happen in the room later?

"Sit here yes, sir," he said, pointing to the edge of the bed.

Billy smiled faintly, then acted obediently by sitting where Milly pointed to. He watched Milly's every move as she was busy picking up the medicine box and preparing the wound dressing equipment.

There was a warm feeling running through his veins. There was happiness in every beat of his heart. Although the girl was impressed to build a fortification, but the feeling of love that was hard to hide it was visible through the attention he showed.

Billy had a flat expression when Milly came. The girl sat on the edge of the bed, right by her side. Facing her husband, Milly then grabbed Billy's arm and carefully removed the bloody bandage.

"Is this painful?" ask Milly to make sure. He stopped his activity for a moment and looked at Billy waiting for an answer.

Actually for Billy it was just a small wound, considering that from a long time ago he had suffered more severe injuries. And all those wounds were precisely the tempaan, training him until he became a formidable figure like now. However, in order to get the attention and affection of the wife, such as pretending to be sick is also necessary.

"Ow, perching." Billy strangled restrained, and it was successful in making Milly more faced with worries.

"Tuh, right, sick. Already know the pain still want to go to KUA, what does it mean?"

"Make you halalin" Billy chirped in a mischievous tone.

Milly rolled a lazy eyeball. "We've been halal, sir," he said half-consciously as he continued to open the bandage. However, when he saw Billy showing a naughty grin, he realized something. "Eh," he said, silencing his own mouth with a palm.