The Wife of the King's Pay

Chapter 19 The Unexpected Honeymoon (Part 3)

"Master, why's Madam?" asked Mr. Darma, looking worried to see the King holding Cleantha.

"Clea's ankle sprained. Please get me a cold water compress, sir," said the King lowering Cleantha on the sofa.

"Let me take it, sir. Coincidentally I also store herbal oil that can be applied topically to reduce swelling" said Mang Jaya, the villa's guardian.

Before long, Mang Jaya had come to bring all the equipment requested by the King.

"This, Sir."

After receiving the compress and the medicine from Mang Jaya's hands, the King compressed Cleantha's legs carefully.

"Master, I can compress my own legs," prevented Cleantha from feeling awkward.

Just now he was troubling the King for having to carry him back to the villa. Now he accidentally made a famous businessman like King Adhiyaksa have to duck and touch his feet.

"Not be stubborn. Better relax your ankles."

"Mang Jaya, have we prepared a room for us?" asked the King while compressing Cleantha's legs.

"Already, Sir. The Master and Madam's room is downstairs."

"Mr and Madam don't want to have dinner first?" asked Mr. Darma to see the tired face of the King.

"No, I'm gonna take a shower. Just take Cleantha's dinner to the room in an hour. Cleantha's eating ability is above average, surely in a moment she will starve," the King said.

Cleantha did not dispute the King's words. But actually he was embarrassed because the King openly insinuated him in front of Mr. Darma and Mang Jaya.

"I think it's enough" said the King put down the compress.

"Now you have to rest in the room. Don't move your feet first so they heal quickly."

Without asking Cleantha for permission, the King again carried her body into the room and laid her down.

"Sir, you don't have to do this anymore. I can still walk."

"Sleep, don't say much" the King reluctantly listens to Cleantha's refusal.

The king went to the bathroom. A moment later came the sound of water gurgling from inside, indicating that the man was taking a bath.

While Cleantha inched down from her bed. He didn't want to rest at all. In fact, he felt uncomfortable with the condition of his body and dirty clothes.

When he fell in the forest, the dust of the ground stained his clothes and pants. If possible, he wants to take a shower and change his clothes as quickly as possible.

But given the condition of his limping leg, he needed the help of others to do just that.

"*I can't ask Mr. King for help. That would be so embarrassing. But who else can help me? There are only Mr. Darma and Mang Jaya. They're all men,"

cleantha thought confused.

"Why not sleep?" the King surprised Cleantha.

Being preoccupied with her own thoughts, Cleantha did not hear that the King had come out of the bathroom. Her wet and messy hair actually made the man look fresh and younger than his age.

Unknowingly, Cleantha looked at the King. He imagined how comfortable it would be if he could freshen up like a King.

"Hey, you didn't answer my question but instead looked at me. Do you want anything from me?"

"Ti.dak, sir," Cleantha stammered.

"Then why not obey my orders to rest? Do you want your legs to get swollen?"

Cleantha squeezed her own hand. He decided to be honest with the King rather than the man misinterpreting his intentions.

"My clothes and body are dirty, sir. I.want to shower and change."

"Talking is so hard" the King grumbled.

The king walked over to Cleantha's briefcase and opened the contents.

"Which clothes do you want to wear?"

"Suit your nightgown, sir."

The king grabbed Cleantha's pink sleeping pajamas. But he stopped when he arrived at the girl's pile of underwear.

Cleantha who saw the situation became embarrassed. He tried to stand up to take care of his own private parts.

"Master, let me take it."

"Sit. Don't try to walk," hardik Raja.

"But..."

"No word but. Do I need to call Mr. Darma or Mang Jaya so that they can help you?"

"No, Mister. It's better, sir," Cleantha replied with no choice.

"Select what color do you want to wear?" appoint King.

"That's the white one," Cleantha said hesitantly.

"Which color is white, bra or.." asked the King demanding an explanation.

"Both," Cleantha replied turning her face away.

His cheeks were hot when he had to testify to the King.

Quickly, the King took Cleantha's clothes and walked towards the girl.

He took Cleantha by the hand and slowly swept her into the bathroom.

After opening the door for Cleantha, the King handed over the girl's clothes.

"Band. I'll wait here. If you need my help, just shout from the inside," said the King attentively.

"Thank you, sir."

Cleantha went inside the bathroom and closed the door immediately. Somehow he would rather see the King behave fiercely towards him than treat him sweetly. That was because the kindness shown by the King would only make his heart more uncertain.

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Mr. Darma delivers dinner to Cleantha in the room. The king chose to eat alone in the dining room.

Cleantha rounded her eyes as she stared at the amount of food Mr. Darma had brought.

"Why did Mr. Darma serve me this much food? Maybe because he was influenced by the Lord King's words. Then how can I spend it, when I have no appetite."

Using her spoon, Cleantha stirred the chicken soup in her bowl. He forced himself to put the warm soup in his mouth.

He was so lazy to eat that he barely touched any other food.

But when the King returned to his room, Cleantha pretended to eat voraciously.

In order to carry out his role, he tried to spend the remaining food.

"Not to force yourself. Your face seemed to be about to spit out the food," said the King watching Cleantha's expression.

Hearing the King's words, Cleantha put down her spoon. He drank a warm tea given by Mr. Darma to relieve discomfort in his stomach.

"Have you finished eating?"

"Yes, Sir."

The king approached Cleantha's bed and took her food tray.

For a moment, he left the room and returned in no time.

"I want to sleep in another room. But maybe you'll need my help. So just for tonight I'll keep you company" said the king laying himself on the couch.

The king immediately closed his eyes as if so longing for his moments of sleep.

"Looks like Lord King is exhausted because of me. I can't bear to let him sleep on the couch."

Cleantha observed her king-size bed. With such a large size, they can still be far apart even though they sleep in the same bed.

"Master," call Cleantha slowly.

"Lord," Cleantha repeated once more.

"Hmmmm," muttered the King indistinctly.

"Is he asleep?"

cleantha thought hesitating.

"Sir, have you slept?"

"What's wrong? If I had slept how could I answer your question," the grumbled King opened his eyes.

"Eh, sir, you better sleep in bed with me. Your body must be sore all when you sleep on the couch."

"You want me to sleep with you?" asked the King in surprise.

"Not...You don't misunderstand me. I mean you can sleep on the left bed and I on the right. I'll wear a pillow as a barrier between me and Mister."

"Alright," answered the King wiping his eyes.

Lazily, the King got up from the sofa and moved to the top of the bed. He immediately laid himself to the left of Cleantha and closed his eyes.

While Cleantha finished putting together two pillows in the middle of the bed, she looked to the King to make sure the man was fast asleep.

After being completely convinced, Cleantha also broke down. His heavy eyes plus the tiring events of today, made Cleantha was immediately lulled in her dreams.