
Arnold was very scared of what he called a syringe. From childhood, he had his own trauma with a small object so sharp that it made his body in pain.
However, in front of Mazaya, Arnold certainly did not want to admit his weakness. He felt himself strong, it would be very embarrassing if he used to torture Mazaya, but instead was frightened by a small object like a syringe. It's gonna be so embarrassing.
“Who is afraid. I'm not scared. Just lazy to sleep in the hospital, to everywhere bring infusion, mending take medicine,” said Arnold lied.
Mazaya squinted his eyes and saw a very clear lie in the eyes of the man. He then smiled ridiculing Arnold who threw away his face because of his fear.
“Alah, say if you are afraid of needles, do not be ashamed even though it is embarrassing!” seduce Mazaya while winking.
Mazaya's humiliation apparently made Arnold even more upset. He stared intently at the doctor and gestured to obey him.
“Who is afraid of syringes, if only fever for what to go to the hospital. Do you think the hospital is a refreshing place? Hotel inn? There are more severe patients, who need help than I do. Yes, ‘kan?”
The doctor saw flames of anger in Arnold's eyes. Indeed, it seems he must issue an opinion to stop the husband and wife debate.
“Yes, that's right Sir. I think, with the condition of the Master who is still strong and not weak, it seems that Young Master is quite cared for at home. I will prescribe medicine, and later can directly contact me if things get worse,” said the doctor looked nervous.
He still loves his career and safety as a doctor. Looking for problems with Arnold who has not liked hospitals for a long time, will only harm him.
“Really? She doesn't need to be infused? The fever is quite high!” mazaya couldn't believe the doctor's sudden decision and advice.
“Mrsonya, Mazaya. I think the doctor is more experienced and understands what should be done,” said Dion who has been silent since just watching.
Indeed, his master's wife was very different from usual. Dion did not believe that the woman was Mazaya.
“Ya, okay. If you need an injection later, I can also inject kok.” Mazaya glanced at her now shocked husband.
“Sorry, Mistress. The needle is not a toy, if it will be bent or broken in the body Master how?” The doctor made Arnold even more frightened.
Imagining that small object breaking inside his body, Arnold's forehead let out a cold sweat. He can't let that happen.
Dion understood the situation and immediately took away the doctor who examined his master. Now, Mazaya's stay in the room accompanied Arnold.
“You're really scared of syringes?” ask Mazaya who is now approaching Arnold.
The man closed his eyes with a blanket covering his body. “No! There is something I am afraid of in this world! Don't talk too much, Mazaya. You better shut up!”
Mazaya doesn't care about Arnold's threats. He was increasingly convinced that the man did have a phobia with a syringe.
“How dare only inject doang, but do not dare to be injected!” seductive Mazaya leaves Arnold to remove the water from his compresses.
Arnold is forced to open his eyes and search for Mazaya's whereabouts. He knew the woman went to the bathroom because of the gurgling sound of water coming from there. Irritated, Arnold waited for the woman to get out of there before denying her accusations.
“Who likes injecting? Do you think I'm a hospital nurse?” arnold asked in annoyance after seeing the face of the woman who was his wife coming out of the bathroom.
“Oh, you don't know what I mean. Said the waiter here, you like to take girls to the guest room. Replacing again. That's what you want if you don't inject!” Mazaya's thoughts lead to a rumination that Arnold probably did.
Arnold began to understand what Mazaya meant. He looked at his wife. However, this time he did not want to clarify that in fact the women he deliberately hired to torture the inner Mazaya, not to be enjoyed.
“It's none of your business! Instead of saying it is not clear, mending makes chicken porridge. I want to eat!”
Hearing Arnold's request, Mazaya's intelligent brain begins to react. Why do I have to cook again?
“I-it, I have to find the recipe first!” mazaya answered nervously.
“Definitely use yellow funnel again!”
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