The Love of a Duda Employer

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Andre drives his car at a moderate speed. This time the village girl was sitting on the front side of her.

"We go to the hospital first, Belle. You're ready for what the doctor's gonna do to you?" said Andre to the nanny of his little daughter who this time has become his future wife.

Rumanah nodded and smiled. "Yes, Sir. I'm so ready!" the village girl replied without hesitation.

Andre smiled then gently rubbed the top of the village girl's head beside him. "Smart! You have to be ready and excited. Your hands can't keep going like that. Oh yeah, does it still hurt?" said the handsome widower as he rubbed his beads on the fingers of Rumanah who was still wrapped in bandages and gauze.

"Yes, Sir. Slightly still hurt sii, but if suddenly nagging or moving. Tuh ... ngenyuuuutt really. Like ... electrocution. He he he, "Rumanah replied with a very extraordinary expression.

Andre smiled wryly. "Uuuuunch, what a pity, siii," the handsome widower sulked while pinching the gaunt cheek of his future wife.

Rumanah pursed her lips acting spoiled.

"But .. there's more to it than that, Annabelle." the handsome widower stared nosily at the village girl beside him.

"What is that, sir?" tanya Rumanah did not understand.

Andre smiled as he looked at the focus ahead. While Rumanah waited in curious mode.

"Well, you'll know after we get married. Look, I'm asserting you once more. Prepare yourself from now on, because once we're married .. you'll feel something more terrible and painful than you feel right now," said the handsome widower confirmed and slightly frightened his little nanny.

Rumanah rounded her eyes full and so shuddered in horror. "What, Mister? After we get married, what do we do? Want to learn debus? Or ... want magic attractions to harm? Jesus," said the village girl.

Suddenly Andre laughed out loud hearing the words of his future wife. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Why are you laughing, sir? It's so horrible. Hiiiiy," Rumanah's scornful-looking scorn.

"He he he he, you're thinking too far, Annabelle." The handsome widower's nyenyenges. While Rumanah just kept quiet and stared in wonder.

"I mean .. ah, you'll know after we get married. Relax, in a minute!" said the handsome widower who increasingly makes Rumanah curious.

"Master, don't make me lazy to get married!" rumanah's nagging seemed to suppress his every utterance.

"What?? Is there something wrong with what I said?" seloroh Andre's.

Rumanah raised her bead and let out a rough breath. "That was, after marriage I would feel—" Rumanah had not finished talking, quickly Andre interrupted him.

"Sstttt!" Andre placed his index finger on the thin lips of the village girl. "No, I was just kidding. Don't think too much." said the handsome widower trying to calm down.

Rumanah stared intensely at the handsome widower beside her. However, after hearing the remark from her fierce master, the village girl could now breathe a sigh of relief.

"Still thinking?" ask Andre full of questions.

Rumanah shook her head as she smiled sweetly.

"Smart!" praise Andre while scrambling Rumanah's hair.

"Gee!" Rumanah.

"What's up?"

"What's wrong? Look at my hair dong!" nagging the village girl while raising her bead.

Andre glanced his bead at Rumanah's hair that he had ruffled. After that, he smiled a little.

"Nothing happened to your hair. Don't worry, after this I'll take you to the salon to fix yourself up" said the handsome widower with a gentle look.

"Huh?? What's wrong with me, sir? Am I too bad?" rumanah Protest.

"What's? Of course not!" argue Andre. "Look, I mean I'll give you a little good care. You need to get your hair done, right? And, you also need to change your clothes with a more graceful one and.." Andre swept the body of Rumanah from top to bottom.

"And what?" the village girl was curious.

Rumanah was stunned and rounded her eyes full. "Basic!" hisses.

The journey to the hospital was so quick for Andre with Rumanah. It feels like Andre still wants to tease and joke around with the village girl who will soon be his wife.

"It's here" Andre said as he parked his car in the hospital parking lot.

"Yourf!" Rumanah took a breath and threw it away slowly.

"Relax, nothing will happen. The doctor will only look at your stitches. You don't have to be tense and gerogi," said the handsome widower trying to make his future wife calm.

Rumanah smiled and nodded. "Of course, sir" he said.

Andre smiled and gently rubbed the sweet face of the village girl. Not wasting any more time, the two of them rushed down from the car and stepped together. Andre's in front, while Rumanah's in the back.

***

"How about, the Rumana Deck? Is there a change?" ask the doctor who handled the hand surgery of the village girl.

"Emh, it doesn't hurt anymore, doc." replied Rumanah.

"Good, can be opened for a while, Dek. The nurse will open it" said the doctor.

"Good, doc." Rumanah replied with a nod.

The nurse also opened a gauze bandage and bandage on Rumanah's fingers.

"Let me see" said the doctor.

Rumanah pointed her hand in front of the doctor. And at that time the doctor also saw the changes that exist on the Rumanah finger.

"Wwwhhhh!" Rumanah grimacing. The village girl was a little shocked and felt uneasy as the doctor bent the base of the village girl's ring finger.

"ill? Hold on a little, Deck. It must be trained to keep moving in order to get back to how it was." the doctor explained what to do.

"It hurts a little when it's bent, doc." Rumanah whining.

"Indeed like that. But, you must continue to train so that it is fast flexible and not stiff," said the doctor.

"Alright, doc. Ohya, are the seams removable?" ask Rumanah.

"No, Deck. It's still wet. Maybe in a few days, the important thing is that you regularly take the medicine that I will prescribe. Continue ... You check every three days. If you can, clean and change the cloth casanya," explained the doctor.

"Good, doc." Rumanah replied with a nod.

"Yes, now the wound will be cleaned by the nurse. While I will record the prescription of drugs that you must consume," said the doctor.

Rumanah nodded. And at that time the nurse had prepared tools to clean the wound of the Rumanah stitches.

Meanwhile outside, Andre seemed to be waiting patiently. Yeah, he didn't go inside. Because the doctor did not suggest that.

Not how long...

"Sir Andre, this is a prescription drug that you must redeem. While your daughter is still inside. The wound is being cleaned" said a nun, handing Andre a piece of paper.

"Huh??? My daughter? Oh, my God, misunderstand me!" the handsome widower got up from his seat.

"All right, I will" said the handsome widower as he grabbed a piece of paper that the sister gave him.

"Ck, who's in trouble? Me or Annabelle? Looks like I'll have to change Annabelle to look more mature" chirped Andre who looked a little gregety.

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