Married Hot Duda
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Nanda wiped away the tears when Nuga entered the room, then pretended to take water to wash his face. It's uncomfortable, he just wants to go to the bathroom. This will all make the bed wet.

"Do you want me to take you to the bathroom?"

What does Nuga know about Nanda? Even he was hungry, Nuga could see from Nanda's face gesture which was very honest. Nanda can't lie to the experienced Nuga.

"If I'm not strong, I'm fat."

Nanda only glanced at a glance. He grunts. "No need!"

Nuga placed breakfast on the opposite bed from where Nanda was sitting. Then he approached Nanda, to pull the small, half-wet cloth from Nanda's hand.

"Lay down, let me help!"

Nanda raised his face, until he met Nuga who made Nanda even hot cold. That fierce look was a little seen wanting to protect. There was a warm feeling coming out from the look in the man's eyes.

Nanda—, despite the anger that Nuga has expressed, still feels Nuga cares for him. He knows, but he just wants to feel free. Free without any more restraints binding him.

Choosing Axcel is not without reason. Married to a modern man and his family is not bound by custom becomes Nanda's dream. It doesn't have to be Axcel, but it's not Nuga.

"Wear this!" Nuga stretches a towel taken from Nanda's closet to cover Nanda's body. Then turn around without being ruled first.

Nanda slightly flinched, but she complied. His hands were trembling, his body was sweating a lot even though the air here was extremely cold.

Somewhat long ago, Nanda was finally able to make a sound. "I can do it myself, Om. .. Don't help me."

Nanda gulped, staring at Nuga's back which he thought had eyes.

"Later help change the bandage," he continued more and more cleanly.

"I'm not going to go out of my room and say I didn't help you! It's obvious I put water here on purpose so I can help you clean up." Nuga guessed, Nanda did not understand his mother's intentions. The reason why it should be Nuga who was here was in an unexpected awkward atmosphere.

"If so, don't turn around. Just stay there!" Nanda was a little upset. He has no choice. What exactly do you want in this house?

Nuga just snorted without answering. If you don't want to be helped, it's already.

Despite the tremors, Nanda moved quickly to wash her body, which indeed could not be exposed to water directly. His hands could not reach his back. Pain and tenderness if Nanda turns around.

As if bathing in the open, Nanda repeatedly had to refrain from yelling at Nuga if the man moved just a little, so that Nuga was completely silent and crossed like a foreman statue.

"Udah?!"

"Udah .. but not yet dressed." Nanda wrapped the towel around the body. Actually, wiping the body like this is also free, Nanda even like running out of a marathon so tense.

Nuga moved into the closet, muttering in annoyance. "Just like boong if you don't wear clothes yet!"

Nanda turned his back on Nuga when the closet door opened, so that his reflection could not be seen there. After mentioning what clothes he wanted to wear, Nuga immediately handed the clothes over and exited the room—He was sultry.

"The charge's in the water, Om." Just now that Nuga's hand had opened the door a little, Nanda had already called out to him. The man turned his head, and saw Nanda was already wearing clothes, but his subordinates had not.

Nuga grabbed it, "Use it first!"

"There's a slight cut below the waist, and it hurts." Nanda. If only he could twist his waist then he wouldn't have asked for help. It's so hard and it hurts.

Nuga breathed out hard. "Ahead there! Wear a blanket to cover your legs!"

His tone was indeed bossy, and Nanda was used to it. Nuga is not really fierce, but he is so his style of speech. Nanda was the one who misunderstood and acted like he was being bullied.

"Don't be hard, yeah, Om! Don't be rude." Nanda grimaced first after turning around, then Nuga slightly bent down to look at Nanda's irregular-shaped wound. Deserve blood a lot, all this time—from under the shoulder blades to below the waist, just not straight.

Nuga removed the adhesive that sealed the wound, making Nanda hiss deep and long. Nuga finally had to touch the white skin of Nanda which he had avoided. He was afraid that Nanda would scold him.

"sickness ...." Nanda groaned as she closed her eyes. Over time he bit his lips and raised his face. After the anesthetic and medicinal effects are gone, it feels bitter and painful. The entire surface of Nanda's skin seemed to be in pain and the injured part was numb because of the pain.

"Hold a little, don't cry! It's your fault that reckless motoran night-night when it rains! Whose fault is it trying? Begain met a boyfriend, don't know his girlfriend has run away." Nuga still has a bit of a nag. A little jealous actually. Nanda, whose woman has such courage for the sake of the man she loves, while she, always lazy to work on her feelings and love. For him, there are many women other than what he likes, tomorrow he could love each other, and so on. Love is complicated, Nuga doesn't like complicated things.

"Hima's Mama saw Om from what? I hope that in heaven, she's not crying and regretting marrying Om." Nanda said between her lips, enduring the pain Nuga gave her. It does hurt a lot, but Nanda doesn't dare to complain, or Nuga happily nags at her.

Nuga smiled obliquely, "you won't understand what I can give to a woman as good as Arum. Arum even prostrated himself at my feet every day so happy and grateful to be willing to marry him."

"Cih .. cocky! Kowtow not to be slapped the same Om for sure." Nanda scoffs.

"Wait until you understand what you're saying! I'm sure you used to say gini rich to me!" Nuga dripped more of the reddish liquid on Nanda's back which was now slightly bent.

"Sshh .. peri!" Nanda hissed in pain until her tears completely escaped the corner of her eye. "Oh my goodness, Om. Don't get revenge, I was just kidding."

Nuga tilted his smile, then re-enforced Nanda's back which he slowly blew so as not to get sore.

But Nanda even sighed loudly, for what, clearly Nuga made frozen in front of Nanda's back.

Nuga pressed his saliva with great difficulty. God, this kid is so insolent!

At the door too. Barrel until you have to step back to hear Nanda's voice. "Astagfirullah, Nanda."

The face of the barrel turned red. Sweaty pouring. The voice reminded him of something. But Laras immediately smiled and passed from there. "Nr ... I didn't think you were that."

In the living room, Laras runs into her husband who is astonished to see his wife's hand still filled with a glass of juice.

"Cock-back? Nanda hasn't finished changing her clothes?" Dika's eyes glanced at the clock, almost half an hour from Nuga's departure to the room earlier.

"They still have business, Mas ...." Barrel smiled shyly. Dika directly rounded his lips. They must have forgotten that in this house there has been a marriage and common things about marriage.

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