Diamond Girl
Chapters 15. No kidding

A few days after coming home from the hospital, Mama and Rivan were always helping to wipe Arga's body. Although the wound on his leg had dried for a long time and left only an elongated scratch mark, but my mother forbade him to wash his body. After Arga married, the task done by Mama and Rivan was turned to Alya his wife.

Apparently after a week, Arga began to get sultry and felt his body sticky and uncomfortable. So he wanted to take a bath in the true sense, flushing all over his body. Unfortunately while being shampooed, the flow of water suddenly died. As a result, Alya had to intervene again to help her husband clean his body.

Awesome awkwardness, that's the thing Alya felt when he first touched Arga's strapping body. Especially when Arga asked him to rub his back, then switch to the chest and abdomen are clay and then down to the long legs.

Alya's hands trembled and the clothes he wore became wet, exposed to splashes of Arga bath water. Alya kept telling herself that she was currently a nurse who was helping her patients clean up.

Arga's eyes follow every movement of Alya's hands on his body, making Alya more wrong behavior made. This time, he bathed a man.

“You're cold, Ay?” Arga asked, seeing Alya shudder and frowning her shoulders. She had finished her bath, and now she just had to take off her shorts.

“Gak.” Alya shook her head, hurriedly pulled the towel on the shelf then gave it to Arga who immediately rubbed her face and rubbed her hair softly. Alya then tidied up Arga's toiletries, then stood waiting nearby and prepared to help the man move to sit in his usual wheelchair.

“Your body is wet,” says Arga again. The corner of his lips lifted slightly, tempted to smile. Look at her sharp eyes watching Alya's wet clothes, and pause for a moment at her beautiful chest shadow.

Alya frowned and gasped as she realized the direction of Arga's eyes. He stepped back and folded both hands on his chest with his eyes swerving back Arga's gaze, and the man responded with a laugh.

“Ay, help me stand.” Pinta Arga, set her right foot on the bathroom floor. Alya lowered her hand and sprightly helped, wrapping Arga's left arm around her shoulder while the man's hand held on to a nearby wall.

“Be careful, Mr.”

Alya corrected the winding of the towel on Arga's waist, then took a step back right behind her and slowly Arga lowered her wet pants. But it looks like Arga is having a hard time. “Enjoyful, Ay. I can't do it alone.”

Holy hooch! Alya's face was flushed red, feeling her entire body turn cold hot. Wanting to refuse but impossible, let alone see Arga's grimacing face withstands the pain of standing for a long time and only resting on one leg. Inevitably Alya crouched down again, helping to remove Arga's pants wrapped around her thighs.

“Already!” alya said in a hoarse voice, instantly throwing away her blushing face. Just now accidentally his hand touched Arga's hard thigh.

Not stopping there, Arga asked Alya to help him get dressed. Clothes without Alya's help, Arga can wear it herself. But the change of the pants part takes a long time, and repeatedly Alya must apologize because his awkwardness makes Arga have to stand long. A few minutes later, everything was in order. By getting rid of his shame and Alya does not believe that he has done everything.

Huf! Alya wiped her dewy forehead and exhaled a sigh of relief. He must immediately change his wet clothes, while Arga sits sweetly on the sofa playing his phone.

“Ay, I'm hungry!” yelling Arga from behind the door of Alya's room, suddenly made Alya wake up quickly and then hurriedly change his clothes. He exited the room and was stunned to see Arga still in front of the door of his room.

“If you don't insist on asking for a different room with me, I won't yell at you if I need something.” Arga spoke with frowning lips. “You know, I seriously asked you to marry me.”

Alya was stunned to hear Arga's last words to her. “I'm also serious about my duties as your personal nurse, Mr.”

“You're my wife. If tonight I asked you to sleep in the same bed as me, would you refuse to do it for me?” Arga's eyes pierced into Alya's heart, making her body tremble.

“You know, I still have nightmares. I often wake up in the middle of the night, and wake up in a state of wheezing. I need someone to wake me up and calm down, and that person is you, Ay.” Arga again.

Arga gives Alya the freedom to sleep separately with her, as long as both her parents and Rivan do not live there. Another story that if they were in the house, Alya would move and sleep in Arga's room.

“Alright, Sir. Tonight I will sleep in your room,” said Alya who successfully made Arga smile widely. “And now, I will prepare a meal for Mr.” Alya then hurriedly stepped into the kitchen.

Arga's attitude suddenly turned strange and felt foreign to Alya, the man constantly followed her throughout the day and did not leave her alone for an instant. Whether intentionally or indeed he needs to, there is something he asked, until Alya almost overwhelmed made.

As of now, the clock is already pointing at the number 10. But Arga was unmoved sitting leaning half-back on the sofa, busy with his laptop and had not moved from there since their dinner finished.

Alya was already sleepy, her eyes were heavy. But her husband had not yet moved from the sofa, but Alya was eager to lay down his tired body there. “Master, it's already night. Better Sir get some rest now.”

“I still have to finish my work, a little more.” Arga said without taking his eyes off. “If you're sleepy, just sleep first.” Arga deliberately lingered on the sofa because he did not want Alya to sleep there, because he wanted Alya to sleep in his bed.

One stroke escaped from Alya's mouth without her having a chance to cover it up, Arga chuckles at hearing it. Alya sat on the edge of the bed with her body tilted, she shook her head trying to expel the drowsiness that attacked her. But he lost, and Alya fell asleep with her body tilted and eyes closed tightly.

A subtle snoring sound was heard as Alya's breathing went down and up regularly. Arga kept his laptop on the table and grabbed his stick. He walked up to Alya sleeping and slowly laid his body next to her. The blankets that covered Alya's waist pulled her up to her chest.

Staring at her intensely the beautiful face lying nearby was, slowly the busyness of the strands of hair covering Alya's cheeks. Arga shifted her body slowly and gently kissed Alya's forehead. “You know, I didn't mess with what I said when I asked you to marry me.”

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