That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Make Dough

"Why just shut up?"

Milly only shook her head faintly in response to Billy's question. Head lowered. His lips were tightly clenched. While the eyes and hands work together to treat the wound of the husband with great care.

If he could hide his face as red as a tomato, of course he would immediately do. However, unfortunately it was first seen by her husband, so she could not do anything but bow her head.

"It's over." Milly spoke without looking at the face. Afterwards he got up to return the medicine box to its original place.

Meanwhile, Billy, seemed to smile while staring at the bandage of his hand that had been replaced with affection. Then averted his gaze, staring at the slender back of his wife who was moving away towards the nightstand. When the girl turned around, Milly seemed to frown seeing Billy just flinching.

"It's over, sir. Please get out of my room," Milly gently kicked out.

"Why do I have to get out of here?"

"Yes because this is my room" explains Milly.

"Did you forget, since I bought this house, this room automatically became my room. With the original owner." Billy said his last sentence with great emphasis. Instead of going according to Milly's wishes, he sat with his legs crossed. While the hands are resting on the arm of the sofa, so casually support the temple. The young man grinned mischievously looking at the gloating Milly.

"Then I'm out." Without looking at Billy, Milly rushed to the door and intended to get out. Unfortunately, the door was locked from the outside until he had trouble opening it.

Panicking, Milly turns her eyes round, looking at Billy suspiciously before finally banging on the door and screaming.

"Hey, who would dare lock the door from the outside? Quickly open!"

Not giving up so easily, Milly still tried to pull the doorknob, bang and scream. However, nil. No one heard it.

Realizing that behind him there was someone, he immediately turned around and glared to find Billy tracing his waist. Suddenly he shuddered in horror. Wild thoughts instantly crept. His frontal lobe shouted alarms of vigilance. In his mind, Billy's burly figure was like a ferocious tiger that was ready to pounce at any time. She was just a weak girl with no strength.

Immediately imagined if this man really attacked him. Brutally tearing it apart before then eating it heartlessly. Unable to imagine it all, suddenly his head felt very dizzy and his gaze was twitching. He blinked his eyes while shaking strongly in order to dispel the dizziness that attacked him violently. But unfortunately it didn't work. It was dark, and he lost consciousness completely.

***

The smell of eucalyptus oil pierced the sense of smell, forcing Milly to open her eyes. The first thing he saw was the white ceiling. He had this right this was his room.

The girl then squirmed a little. Dizziness that still felt forced him to close his eyes again. It was then that he tried to gather awareness and remind him how he was there. Instantly he remembered the ferocious creature that almost pounced on him, and suddenly made his body stiffen again.

Just about to rise from the bed, the figure of Billy was already holding him first. With a distance of only a few inches, Milly can even feel a puff of Billy's breath that hit the surface of his skin directly. Cool, but warm. For a moment even he was overwhelmed by the good looks of the man in front of him.

However, in another second Milly's consciousness began to work. The alarm of danger again shouted at him until his body rebelled.

"Sir please let me go! I beg you not to eat me ...!" peekik Milly. The girl almost cried because she was so scared.

Billy who did not understand the words Milly could only be silent while holding his wife's body. He then tried to examine the meaning of the words Milly just now. Because he still did not understand, he decided to ask.

"Milly .. sober, dear. Who wants to eat you, tell me!" he firmly patted Milly on the cheek, trying to resuscitate. Whenever Milly starts to rebel, Billy patiently tries to calm down.

That's where, in the end, Milly realized that Billy was not as scary as he thought. The man still had a soft side that was able to make him comfortable behind the firm attitude that had been shown all along. Milly was fascinated. He did not even blink when the two neutrals greeted each other.

"Are you still dizzy?" billy asked cautiously after quite a while the two were caught in silence.

Milly opened her eyes. Hurriedly averted his eyes after recovering from the snare of Billy's charm.

"Sa–i'm fine," he replied clumsyly without looking at Billy's face. Their position is still the same. Billy sat half-bending, holding Milly's body lying down so as not to run away.

"Can you let me go?" ask Milly later.

Billy sees Milly calmer than ever. Then he nodded, then freed his wife from her confinement. He even helped Milly, opening a thick blanket that covered his wife's body to the chest.

Milly didn't get up right away. He glanced to the left side, and found a bottle of eucalyptus oil that left half with the lid still open. His hands moved to grab it. However, Billy who saw it immediately responded and preceded taking the bottle.

"Are you still dizzy? Let me help you get this oil. Tell me where?"

"Ah no need," Milly refused.

"There's no shame. You're my wife!"

"No, Sir." Although still weak, but Milly tried to shake Billy's hand. As a result, the bottle that was still open squashed its contents right into Milly's chest. Not only that, the spark also did not escape the eyes. You can imagine, the girl's eyes were silvery.

"Aaaa, sullen!" peeked Milly while spontaneously closing her hand.

Billy panicked, until his mouth was slightly agape.

"God. Milly are you okay?"

The bluntness of Billy's rhetorical question upset Milly. Milly growled, then nagged for a second.

"Silver, Sir. Beware!"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

"Not ...!"

"Originally you know, yes. I want to take the bottle of oil because I want to close the bottle! Not because I want to go back. My body is even hot, Mr ...! Bathed in eucalyptus oil all over! You must want revenge, right? To the extent that I flush my eyes with eucalyptus oil!" accuse Milly of still having her hands closed her eyes.

Billy shook his head quickly as a form of denial. "That's not true! I just want to help you!"

"Lied!"

"I swear!" suhut Billy reassured, then resumed his words. "I am your husband, where there is a husband who wants to harm his own wife."

Hearing Billy's explanation, Milly simply flinched. However, it could not be denied if something warmed up in his heart.

"Darling ... tell me how to help you out of pain?" billy was full of sadness. He even whispered in Milly's ear, making Milly tiptoed so surprised.

Milly shook weakly. He himself did not know how to. He could only complain about what he was currently feeling.

"Silver, Mr ...."

"Yes, Honey. I know, but what do I do?"

Milly just shook her head.

Amidst the confusion, Billy's brain is still working normally. In the medicine box earlier, he had seen eye drops even if only a glance. He got up to take it in its place.

When he returned to bed, he immediately opened the bottle cap to help.

"Darling, open your eyes. I give you eye drops let your eyes get a little good, yeah," he whispered in Milly's ear.

Milly heard. The girl then nodded, a sign giving permission for Billy's actions. However, because Milly did not take her hand away from her eyes, making Billy difficult to drip the medicine. Billy sighed softly, then asked Milly to open her eyes.

"Honey .. open dong. If it's closed, how can I enter it?" billy asked as he shook the bottle of eye drops in his hand.

"Silver, sir, peri ...!" milly was full of emphasis.

"Yes, honey, I know. But how do I get in if you shut it down?" Billy rubbed Milly's hair affectionately, before then continuing the persuasion. "Believe, deh. After this it must have been good. Not sore anymore. Come on, honey."

Milly surrenders. He acted obediently and slowly shifted his hands and opened his eyes.

"Aaa, still sore ...!" he nodded, closing his eyes again.

Billy smiled wryly.

"Yes, yeah, I know. But believe me, this will surely be good. I'm going in slowly." Billy's left hand opened Milly's eyes slowly, while his right hand was dripping with caution.

Milly sighed, then blinked, for the medicine to spread throughout.

"How, heum?" ask Billy to make sure.

Milly was still silent as she felt a medicinal reaction in her eyes. There was a lingering chill, and it slowly eroded the previously indwelling soreness. A little comfortable, he nodded his head and said, "Lumayan."

"Aren't you good?" ask Billy to make sure.

"Hu'um."

"Good," said Billy sounding relieved.

Milly blinked, then looked at the face of Billy who was smiling with relief even though he still looked faint because he was covered in tears. She is not the type of woman who cannot appreciate the good of people. So, in order to appreciate Billy's kindness, he also spoke with sincerity.

"Thank you, sir."

Billy smiled warmly, then rubbed the top of Milly's head. "Together," he replied.

Without them knowing, apparently there are two pairs of middle ears eavesdropping behind closed door leaves. The middle-aged couple stared at each other with their eyes bulging, and the woman then silenced her gaped mouth.

A moment later, his hand moved to gently hit the arm of the husband who was still sticking his ear to the door, then said, "Here it is, Dad. Embarrassed to want a son and daughter-in-law who are alone."

"But why did Milly say that it hurt, ma'am?" said the man with a restless expression.

"Well, the newlyweds are. Usual. Wes, yuk. Let them make the dough. Our job now is to pray so that they can be spared. You must have wanted grandchildren, right?" seduce the woman while pointing at her husband's face.

"Wo, yes obviously!" beat the guy with passion. However, his mouth was hurriedly silenced by the wife with his palm. The wife glared, and looked at him motionlessly.

"Hust, don't be so loud. They will hear" whispered the woman later.

"Oh, yes. Forgetting. Because of his spirit." The man closed his mouth and held back laughter. Both of them moved from there with a step.

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