The Desolate Wind Swordsman

Sleeping Next to White Women

There was nothing for Sekar to worry about, except for him who was in a state of shame. He was ashamed of Nehan for not being able to do anything. He was ashamed because he was weak and needed the help of others. Even to a weak physician.

"What?" nehan asked when the warrior he was fighting looked at him. "Do you acknowledge my good looks, hemm?"

Hearing that, Sekar became misbehaved. He turned his eyes to the side. This was the first time he had such a close relationship with a man. How could he possibly feel calm? His heart just seemed to be about to be dislodged as he stared at the handsome face of the mad healer.

"Haha! I think your face is flushed like it's been beaten up by someone." Nehan held back her laughter looking at that grunting face.

'Basic kunyuk! People do get beaten up, still say they're beaten up by people. Long ago make emotions, nih healer, ' thought Sekar pout.

Nehan brought Sekar to his home for treatment. Especially the injuries obtained by Sekar are quite a lot of injuries. Almost the whole body reaches its vital part. He was ashamed, deeply ashamed when Nehan treated him.

"Let me treat my own wounds! Not willing for my body to be seen by a perverted man like you!" prevent Sekar.

Nehan who intended to sprinkle the medicinal powder on Sekar also handed the medicine. "So, just for you. Though I wonder, is your body as beautiful as the woman I dreamed of? Heh, after all sooner or later, you will become my wife. So I don't need to be in a hurry, do I?"

"Huh, what was my dream last night? To experience something like this? You stupid crazy healer! You leave this room!" remove Sekar by pointing to the exit.

"Huh, this is my room. My home. Why was I kicked out of my own home? Do you not need the help of your future husband, hemm?" Nehan then brought his head closer to the warrior. "Are you going to accept me to be your best husband?" nehan asked with a seductive smile.

"Fuck you, you Kunyuk!" snapped Sekar who drew his sword towards Nehan. He did not understand the true nature of Nehan. Sometimes it's normal and sometimes it's like crazy. "Don't let this sword pierce your perverted brain, hahh!"

"Okelah .. okelah .. I did not expect, I would save a fierce woman like you. Huh, I better find a woman who's okay."

Nehan let Sekar treat himself. While he went to the room where he treated a woman who had burns all over her body. He saw the woman still silent without making a sound. But he knew that the woman was now conscious.

"Hey, Woman. Howareyou? Are you okay, now? If so, may you be patient waiting. In three days I'll take the bandage off your eyes. How can you see it or not, we'll see it later" Nehan concluded.

Nehan clasped the woman's hand. It felt warm and there was a movement that made the man smile happily. He put the hand wrapped in white cloth on his face. Then Nehan rubbed the wrapped hand with his fingers.

Various medicinal ingredients had Nehan mixed and he poured into the body of the woman whose origin is not yet known. But he was sure that the woman was young and would become beautiful again, after receiving the healer's treatment.

"Oh, it's already night. You go to sleep first! I can't accompany you to sleep. Because I have to concoct medicine for a little girl. Later if we meet the girl, you will definitely like it. But unfortunately he came from the Black Bee Hill college. All of his students were women. And no one gets married."

Nehan recalled his past which was also a child born of a female swordsman and a male swordsman without any inner strength. One who works in a kingdom across the. His mother was also a member of the Gendani Ireng silat college.

Nothing could make Nehan's heart full, but rather see the struggle of a woman whose freedom to love is restrained by college. Like the Black Bee Hill College. Although they do not know, whether they can live well or not, feel constrained or not, no one knows.

As the night grew darker, Nehan examined the cure. He had already received a dry medicine. Because the water is all gone. With the illumination of the oil lamp, Nehan pounded the hardened medicine. After that, he wrapped it with dried banana leaves. He tied it with a rope to keep it well tied.

That night he had to give up and sleep in the medicine room. In both rooms, there were women there. Nehan is done with the cure. Just need to bring it in the morning.

"Oh, blackened night. Night sky, cloudy no starry. No moon shines on this silent night. Coming as fragrant as jasmine pierces my olfactory. Come the figure of a long-haired woman, dressed in white and a sweet smile–"

Nehan raised his head as he regained consciousness from his dream. It had only been a while that he had fallen asleep but had already dreamed about such a thing. Slowly he looked towards the window which was where the figure usually appeared. But he remembered that indeed in his house there was a figure dressed all white. But there was no hair and no idea how she smiled.

Then he stepped foot into the room of the woman in question. He saw the woman sleeping. He could tell that the woman was sleeping from her heavy breathing. With the chest going up and down taking and exhaling. If she wakes up, she will be quiet and her breath will be weaker.

"Oh, why are you sleeping tonight? I just dreamed of meeting a beautiful woman with long hair and her face oh, what a beautiful goddess. But of course, I already remember that face. Hemm, what if I'm gonna change your face with what I imagined?"

Nehan grinned with a smile. Today he has an idea of how he uses his medical skills to change the face of someone who has been damaged. Although it takes a lot of time, healers like Nehan, know for sure with all the consequences. If he succeeds, the woman's face will be the most beautiful woman he meets. But if it fails, it is impossible to change it back.

"Hoamm .. I sleep again. Well, how about I sleep here? This bed is for two people. I've been very ... hoaamm .. sleepy."

Several times he yawned and his hands always covered his mouth. He then laid his body on the side of the woman who was filled with bandages.

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