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After saying that, Excel immediately cleared the squatting position in front of Naja. "Get on my back ...!"

"Hem ...," Naja blinked her eyes over and over again. He had just gotten out of Excel's hand cradle dancing softly on his cheek.

Excel turned his head back, "Wait more?" tanyanya when Naja still did not change his position.

Naja's eye manic wanders for a moment, trying to thump out the taste that always makes him wrong, even the lump of feeling rolls even bigger.

Ah ... Excel basics .. I guess he made me love him more ....

Excel got back on his feet, he slipped his hands behind Naja's back and knees. He held his wife who still seemed to think. "I told you, your little brain is long loading time, so never use to think ...!"

Excel looked at Naja who was beginning to hold on to her body, Excel's lips developing a smile full of ridicule, "You like me so much, yeah ...!"

Naja clucked objection, he broke his grip. But had not had time to protest escaped his lips, Excel had followed his words.

"Right grip ...!"

Highlight Excel's eyes confirmed his words, thus making Naja hold back tightly. Excel began walking down an increasingly crowded hallway by several people. There is no conversation except for the breath and heartbeat of Excel that Naja feels. Every now and then Naja stared at Excel's face that looked tense and unfriendly. Naja held back her smile that suddenly expanded without excuse.

"I'm crazy ...."

Although Naja asked, inevitably he felt ashamed especially outside there were still many people who passed by them.

“Down, Cel ... I'm embarrassing you here still have your employees!” whisper Naja who chose sinks at the intersection of Excel's neck. He felt an immeasurable shame when he heard some people greeting Excel respectfully.

“Who asked to be carried earlier?” ask Excel sharply.

Naja was instantly speechless with a bitten lip, she deepened into drowning her face in the recesses of her husband's neck. Don't get an inch of his face to be seen by those people. How humiliating.

Excel itself does not really care what people say, because the left ankle of Naja that he wrapped sober was clearly visible to people who passed.

Excel car parked carelessly so tertesesanya he earlier, blocking the path of other riders who want to get out of the building owned by the Tristan family. Excel looked at the chaos he was making, as if he had done nothing wrong. His gaze was straight, but he still clearly saw the entire corner of this courtyard including Micah who was staring at him. Again, Excel did not understand the meaning of Micah's gaze, he passed by without greeting or kindly offering him a ride. From the looks of it, Micah was waiting for someone to pick him up. Once again, Excel was concerned about seeing Micah, but it was none of his business anymore.

"Bye, Micah ...," said Excel at heart.

***

In terms of being uncaring, perhaps Excel is the winner. How not, as the sound of another car horn urged Excel to hurry, the man looked as sturdy as a mountain and as strong as a banyan tree. Remain calm and relaxed in the face of cursing through the deafening sound of a horn.

“Cel .. can I do it myself? Only my feet hurt, my hands are still healthy ..” Naja trying to expel Excel hands that are still fun to make sitting Naja comfortable. He even fitted a seatbelt for Naja.

“If you want to do good do not giggle, let it look genuine. I'm not in a hurry anyway, kok,” said flat.

“Ya .. you do not rush .. but those people seem to have an emergency,” Naja pushed Excel who is still in front of him with anxiety. He has done nothing, but still lingers there. “Ayolah .. maybe their cat wants to give birth ...!”

Excel got out of the car cabin and still had time to cast his eyes on some of the cars that were blocked by him. He snorted with his lips raised. The car crossed in the middle of the exit. During the thump, Excel immediately headed to the steering wheel and ran the car casually.

“That's your road? It's as if parking and controlling the road as he pleases!” sindir Naja while laying his head on the back of the passenger seat.

“Just say thank you to me... All because you ‘kan?” Excel glanced for a moment at his snorting wife and turned away.

“We go to the doctor first, I hope you survive a little more with the rest of the eggs still attached to your body ..”

Excel turns his car into a clinic, worried that Naja's leg is seriously injured. After arriving home, he just wants to enjoy his time without worrying about anything.

After parking the car properly, Excel again carried Naja to the ER room. Yes even though once again, Naja had to blush in embarrassment.

While waiting for the doctor, Excel came out to contact Rega, he wanted to know how Tristan was after being frozen by his own biological papa's men. I don't know, Excel feels sorry for children who are victims of their parents' selfishness. At the same time, he feels lucky that even if Harris forces him to continue Star, he remains himself. Harris never babysit her children, let alone force the will. There is, Excel who feels bad for papa he continued who never asked for anything to him in return for the abundant affection he got.

After thirty minutes had passed, Excel was already dealing with the doctor who examined Naja. Naja's left ankle has been neatly wrapped.

“My advice, Miss ... You do not force yourself to follow the trend by wearing high heels. Looks like, your feet are not just one time sprained like this, right ‘kan?” The doctor smiled towards Naja who was grinning widely covering her fear. She simply looked at the man's doctor, without daring to return the gaze of her husband who was definitely criticizing her.

“Lucky just the muscles are a little interested and not too worrying. His first aid is enough to help hold the ankle so that there is not much movement that aggravates the trauma. After this don't walk much first, yeah!"

Naja nodded with a fluffy smile. "Well, Doc ...,"

But the next second he carried his face down as Excel stared at him sharply. She felt that she would not be safe from her husband's scolding even if he whined and cried.

“Haah .. remind me not to act recklessly, the scolding is more terrible than the nagging of mother-mom, and worse, the scolding is true,” the inner Naja resigned. He breathed his breath rough.

***

“Sit and be quiet ... according to it or I will scold you!” the Excel command when Naja is clean and fragrant. Naja still can not thwart his frustration when Excel forces to bathe him. How humiliating.

She was clamoring and sitting comfortably on the bed. His feet rest on a pillow. Of course it was Excel, who else was so excessive on the wounds that are not so felt anymore. The doctor's hand is powerful. After receiving treatment, Naja's legs are better, but he still can not move much at least two to three days. Ah ... old.

"Please wait a minute, I'll make you some food ..," Excel took off his wet clothes, intending to change his clothes before cooking.

"Message food, Cel .. You can take a shower and rest."

Excel, who was halfway up his shirt, turned to look at Naja, who was shaking his phone. From the sighting, he had ordered food through the app.

"As my thanks ... I treat you ...," Naja sniffed her neck, her not-so-groomed brows raised up. "Don't worry .. I'm rich enough to buy you food .. even in a five-star hotel ...."

Excel poked the tip of the tongue on the inside of his cheek, he was anxious to see his wife's arrogant behavior. Clasping his hands around his waist Excel looked at Naja full of threats. She thought, she's been so great ... you pretentious girl ...!

"Let's look and prove how rich he is, just be aware that all he ordered was bakmi or a sultry chicken in front of the complex ...!" sniff Excel in the Heart. He returned the clothes he had pulled and closed his closet. He immediately stepped into the bathroom, leaving Naja still engrossed in playing his phone. He doesn't know that the threat is still in his sight.

"Enjoy your time while you can, Na ...," Excel smiled obliquely, as he thought of a commensurate reply for his arrogant wife.

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