Diamond Girl
Chapters 14. Morning shower

Alya woke up early in the morning, she rushed to tidy up her room and after that cleaned herself up. He had to prepare breakfast for Arga as there were only the two of them in the house right now.

Rivan and his parents had already returned home to their home in the city and left the lakeside house to occupy Alya and Arga, respectively, while the domestic assistant who works there will come at nine this morning.

“Good morning.”

Alya raised her face, not expecting to hear a friendly greeting accompanied by Arga's sweet smile that morning. Alya thought she would see Arga's sour face and cynical demeanor after she chose to return to her room last night and leave the man asleep alone in her room.

“Good morning,” said Alya smiling back, he was enjoying a warm tea with a chocolate peanut butter-coated breadcrumbs on the dining table when the man suddenly appeared there.

Arga's hair still looks messy and his chin is overgrown with fine hair, it looks like Arga woke up that morning and immediately looked for him into the kitchen.

“I haven't taken a shower,” Arga said as she rubbed her chin slowly, as if she could guess what Alya was thinking.

Alya's face instantly blushed, she grabbed her teacup and drank it quickly. A thin grin appeared on Arga's handsome face, feeling good in the morning to be treated to Alya's beautiful face that blushed shyly. Exasperated at not seeing the woman in his room when he woke up this morning, he woke up in a hurry. Although a little difficulty because of having to move on a wheelchair, but Arga managed to do it.

Alya glanced at the watch in her hand, six o'clock past forty-five minutes. Soon it was time for Arga to clean up and have breakfast and take medicine. “I'll drop off breakfast for Mr to room.”

Alya hurriedly got up from her seat after finishing her last feed, she picked up a tray containing breakfast for Arga that she had prepared since earlier.

“No need,” reject Arga, he turned his wheelchair closer to Alya's seat earlier. “From now on, I have to get used to breakfast at the dinner table with you.”

Alya was stunned for a moment to hear Arga's words, with the tray still in hand. Breakfast together, is not it like that should be done by a couple who love each other. Especially for newly married couples like them, anything always wants to be done together.

Their marriage was not based on love. So there is no need to get used to doing things together, Alya thought. He agreed to marry Arga because he had been involved in a previous employment contract agreement. Arga needs Alya to be his personal nurse who must always be around him whenever and wherever he is. While Alya has received the money first and has agreed to the contract agreement that has been signed.

“Malah dumbfounded!”

Alya regained consciousness quickly as Arga flicked her handcuffs nearby. He went around the dining table and kept a tray in front of the man.

“Sit and accompany me breakfast,” pinta Arga is more like an order on Alya, and Alya according. He sat next to Arga and accompanied her to breakfast.

“I will prepare a change of clothes for Sir, it is time for Mr to take a shower now.” Alya pushed Arga's wheelchair back into her room, then prepared a change of clothes for her.

Alya takes a special wheelchair that Arga used to wear when she cleans herself. Next to his right leg can still function, Arga then set his foot by holding on to Alya's arm to move places.

While waiting for Arga to finish bathing, Alya cleaned up the man's bedroom. He had to do it himself, because Arga did not want anyone other than Alya and the nuclear family to enter there.

Half an hour later, Alya had finished cleaning Arga's room. Take a break sitting on the sofa while turning on the television. He heard Arga screaming from the bathroom.

“Master, what's up?” alya asked from behind the tightly closed bathroom door.

“Aibi is not here yet, it is still eight.” Alya said as she glanced at the watch in her hand. “There is no clean water in the bathtub.”

“Iya, I know. But I can't take it. Altitude!”

Alya bites her finger, which means she has to go inside the bathroom and help Arga rinse her hair. His hand was already straining the doorknob. Half a doubt between going inside or waiting for aunt to come, Alya's heart pounded. Suddenly he chose to open his own faucet, Arga only needed to tell the location.

“Master, just tell me where should I open the faucet?” ask Alya later.

“My eyes ache, Ay!” Arga instead shouted in response.

Alya took a deep breath, there was no other choice he had to go inside immediately and once the jolt of the bathroom door was opened. Arga is seen rubbing his eyes with hands filled with shampoo foam, his hair wet and limp. He was bare-chested, and the trousers he wore were all wet.

“Do not rub his eyes,” reprimand Alya cleans Arga's hands full of shampoo foam with clean water that he just took. He then took a small towel on the shelf, bowed half his body and slowly rubbed Arga's face.

“Silver, Ay.” Arga said as she closed her eyes firmly, she held Alya's hand and held it tightly.

“Try I see the left eye, Sir. Open slowly,” pinta Alya while removing Arga's handrails in her hand.

Arga grimaced as he blinked his eyes. Thankfully not to the irritation, Alya immediately clean Arga's face with a wet towel. Her face flushed again, Alya cleared his throat for a moment and tried to stay focused as her eyes hit the wide chest of Arga's open view.

Alya quickly turned around, delaying to clean Arga's wet chest and asked the man to lean back and close his eyes. Alya then rinsed Arga's hair clean, and dried it with a towel.

“It's done,” said Alya, tidying up Arga's toiletries and returning them to their original place.

“Not finished,” said Arga who made Alya turn to him. “The bath is cleansed the whole body, not just the hair. You should also help rub my back.”

“But, sir kan ..” his greeting hangs in the air, Alya's face is red extinguished. He saw how Arga tried to open and lower his trousers.

“I am your husband, there should be no need to be shy and shy like that. After all, you know my current condition. If I could do it myself, I wouldn't ask for your help.”

“Alright, I will. Let's just say this is indeed a task that I have to do as a personal nurse,” whispered Alya's heart and she relented, doing as Arga wanted.

Next Alya started wetting Arga's back and rubbing it like the man's request of her. Alya had to hold her breath with a red face when Arga asked her to rub her chest. "My eyes still hurt, you did it."

Alya could not resist anymore, repeatedly he had to turn his face every time he accidentally met the eyes of Arga who looked at him with a strange look.

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