Don't Force Us to Get Married!
Treating Wounds

Dimas brought Sora to the room to treat the wound on his hand. Previously Sora had explained what happened to the man, so that the two servants were not angered by Dimas and Asberto.

"Next time don't be stubborn, if the waiter here has told you not to help their work, it's not necessary!" Dimas nags Sora.

Sora was silent, he did not dare to reply to Dimas' words.

While Dimas was looking for a p3k box, Sora sat on the edge of the bed. His gaze followed wherever Dimas moved. After finding the box, Dimas sat down next to Sora and began to treat his wounds.

"You haven't been here a day, but it's been bothering me!" grumbled Dimas again.

"If you don't want to treat my wounds, it's not necessary. Let me just."

"Can you shut up? Not feeling guilty, but fighting."

"Yes, I admit I was wrong. But that doesn't mean you keep scolding me. You should have protected me in this house. Not just keep nagging."

Dimas stopped his movements treating Sora's wounds, he looked at the woman with annoyed eyes.

"It's precisely because you've just been living here that you should be able to maintain your attitude. Not just looking for protection from me."

Sora pulled out his hand which was still held by Dimas.

"I knew you had to marry me, and I was just like you. No one wants this marriage to happen. You should have thought, I left my family to live in this house as your wife. If not for you, who should I take refuge in?"

Sora changed her sitting position to turn her back to Dimas. Sora was very upset at the man.

Dimas took a deep breath. Apparently he should be able to control his anger and lower his tone.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that" Dimas later said. "Next time, don't be like this again. Follow the rules at home."

Sora still did not want to talk to Dimas. He just let the guy.

"I've apologized to you, is it hard to forgive?"

Sora was silent.

Again Dimas had to relent and lower his ego.

"Where are your hands, I haven't finished treating them. If left alone, it could be an infection."

Sora stretched out his hand, but in the same sitting position. Without saying much, Dimas continued to treat Sora's wounds.

Not long after, Dimas finished treating Sora's hand.

Sora quickly pulled his hand. "Thank you" Sora said later.

"Yes, you're welcome." Dimas went from there. "Another ten minutes we go to the dining room for breakfast together" he said before leaving.

"Here is the time?"

"certain. That's why you have to follow the rules in this house."

Sora exhaled while rolling her eyes. If breakfast is timed, lunch and dinner may be the same. What if he is hungry but has not reached the specified meal time? Ribet.

"How did Sora hurt? Is the wound serious?" merry exclaimed as soon as he found his son coming out of the room.

"Not so serious, just a small wound. Mama take it easy, I've treated her."

Merry breathed a sigh of relief. "Mama was worried about him. But you're sure the wound wasn't so serious? I'm afraid it could get infected."

"Related, ma. Tomorrow will be healed."

"Yes, Dimas. Mama is relieved to hear it. Then take Sora to the dining room immediately. We'll have breakfast soon."

"Yes, ma."

"Then mama went to the dining room, yeah. It just so happened that your father was waiting there too."

"Yes." Yeah."

While Merry goes to the dining room, Dimas goes back into the room.

"Come to the dining room now, breakfast will be starting soon."

"You said ten more minutes."

"Mom and Dad are waiting there."

"Oh ..."

Sora rose to his feet, he walked in Dimas' footsteps.

"You have breakfast as if you want a ceremony. Sarapaaaan began." he said softly and not until heard by Dimas.

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