The Love Nest of the Former

Resisting the pain

Still in the bathroom, Neyla struggled to get up from her position, as it was impossible to crawl.

One of her legs, which endured the pain of a fall from her ex-husband, tried to get up and stand up. With the help of a potluck that can be used as a grip, Neyla sighed as she was able to stand up with her pain.

After wiping her body with a towel, Neyla immediately put on a change of clothes. Then after that, Neyla immediately came out. When he came out of the bathroom, he saw that his husband was sleeping soundly, and the sound of his snoring was heard.

The direction of his gaze was directly fixed under the bed, there were floor mats and pillows and blankets. Her heart was broken when she was treated badly by her husband. Very far compared to her ex-husband Naren, did not treat her badly at all. The attention he always gets. It's just that for the matter of the economy is very difficult when experiencing bankruptcy.

'If only I had better understand what sincere attention means, maybe I wouldn't have done such a disgusting thing. Now I have to accept the risk, and I myself can neither dodge nor evade it. Stupidly I am so easily exposed to his deception.' Inner Neyla who was still standing in front of the bathroom door.

Heartbroken and disappointed because it was only used as a means of revenge, Neyla chose to sleep. I wish it would all pass, but that's not possible.

With careful footsteps, as much as possible not to make a sound, so that her husband does not wake up from his sleep.

"Aw!" neyla screeched as she was about to crouch.

Instantly, Zavan awoke from his sleep. He looked straight at the source of the voice.

"Shut up! can't your mouth be silent? ha!"

"Sorry, I accidentally slipped on the floor mat." Neyla replied, looking down, she did not dare to show her face to her husband at all.

"Eat he's got those eyes to see. Just be careful if you still make a sound." Jerk Zavan in annoyance.

Neyla simply nodded, and did not speak at all. Scared, that's for sure. Instead of answering no end, Neyla chose to be silent.

Not wanting to add to the problem, Neyla chose to go to bed immediately. However, it was still unable to close its two eyes. In addition to feeling pain in her ankle, Neyla also felt if her body felt crumpled, more so in the sensitive part, making it difficult to sleep.

Now his memory is on Viro his son, the only son who was missed. The meeting, which he thought would be a longing remedy, must now be separated again. Neyla again shed her tears, harboring remorse and longing for her son. Plus if his son has lupus, of course, add to his worry and fear of something that he does not want.

With a heavy head and a puffy face, Neyla forced herself to close her eyes to fall asleep. Sure enough, slowly finally fell asleep.

"Wake up! hurry along! wake." wakeup." Snapped Zavan while kicking Neyla's leg.

Spontaneous Neyla screeching.

"Aw! sick." Neyla screamed in pain at her ankle.

At that moment, Neyla immediately rose from her sleep, and held onto her ankle.

Zavan who was curious about the pain felt by his wife, he immediately opened his blanket. How shocked to see Neyla's legs swell.

Neyla hid her face in a way to lower her gaze, because of fear if she had to look at her husband's face that looked scary because of his sharp gaze.

Zavan, who knew that his wife's ankle was swollen and unable to walk, immediately lifted his body and moved to his bed. Neyla herself could only shut up, and resigned. A saying says no.

"Be quiet, and don't move much if you want your feet to heal." Zavan said flatly, Neyla tried to look up and nodded, but was still silent.

As it was impossible to let his wife's legs swell, Zavan immediately called a masseuse, as well as a Doctor to check on her condition.

Before his legs were handled by a masseuse, the doctor examined his condition first.

It looks like your wife has a fever, probably an effect on her sprained leg. I gave him a heat-lowering drug, so that his fever subsided.

"Doc, may I have something to say to Doctor?" neyla asked a little there was a fear of being suspected by his wife.

"Please, Miss." Answer Doctor.

"But this is about women, can I just talk to the doctor?" ask Neyla back.

The Doctor's mother immediately directed her gaze towards Zavan as Neyla's husband.

Zavan agreed, and invited the masseuse out of his room.

Feeling safe and no one else but the Doctor, Neyla regulated her breathing. Then immediately consult with the Mother of the Doctor, namely about her complaints that are being felt.

The Doctor's mother, who heard the complaint spoken by Neyla, smiled.

"No problem, and no need to worry. I'll give you the cure later, someone happens to experience something similar, so I brought the cure."

"Thank you very much, Doc. I beg you not to tell me about that sensitive matter, Doc, I'm ashamed." Said Neyla who didn't want her husband to know.

The doctor smiled and nodded.

"Yes, because there are no complaints anymore, I have to say goodbye. There are patients waiting too. I was afraid I would be late to go to the hospital. May he recover soon, and walk again normally." Answer the Doctor.

"Yes, Doc."

After Neyla's treatment, the Doctor's mom came out immediately. Then leave to go home. But before going home, Zavan asked the Doctor to explain what he was talking about just now. Not wanting the masseuse to hear it, asked to go into the room first.

Zavan who heard the explanation from the Doctor, there was a bit of embarrassment. How not to be ashamed, having intercourse to make his wife in pain in her intimate part.

"Yes yes, sir. Then I'll go home, excuse me." Said the doctor farewell.

Zavan agrees, and asks the house assistant to drive him to the front of the house. After that, he returned to his room to see his wife who was about to be massaged on his ankle.

"Slowly massaging her legs huh, Bi. I am afraid of pain." Neyla said as she endured the pain in her ankle.

"Miss take it easy, Aunty will slowly massage her legs. Don't worry, Non, Auntie wants to pour her massage oil first. Miss doesn't have to be tense, it doesn't hurt." Said Auntie the masseuse.

Zavan, who was sitting on the sofa, only watched his wife who was about to be massaged by her ankle.

"Sorry, Sir. If you are pleased, please accompany Miss. Fear later Miss is in pain, let there be a handle. I'm so sorry, sir." He felt bad telling the host.

Zavan did not answer at all, but immediately rose from his sitting position and sat next to his wife.