The Duke's Substitute Wife
Caring for

At night.

Heavy rain on the lightning. The wind of light filled the earth. The clink of the clock is ticking, right at 12:00 p.m., the Viola is still on guard. Since noon Duke Cristin did not come home. His heart was so agitated given Duke Cristin's wounds that he had yet to treat. Viola looked towards the door, since his feet had not stopped pacing back and forth in the living room. Sometimes he bites his fingers. He feels restless, worried, anxious, angry and sad. The taste is mixed into one.

"Before later, I'll shake you into a peddle." Viola muttered in a tone of anger.

"Mrs, you better take a break. Let me wake up the lady." Said Mira who felt dizzy looking at Viola's behavior.

"I can't calm down, it's what time he hasn't come home. Where he no longer says it."

Argh !!

"See you Duke, but wait a minute my heart wants to be angry, but it's worried." Her muttering that did not understand the feeling in her heart.

After a while, the sturdy door opened. Armand took Duke Cristin's body. The bandage in his hand was not changed. Viola immediately ran over, he helped Armand smash into Duke Cristin's body.

Viola and Armand laid Duke Cristin's body on his padded mattress carefully. "Armand what exactly happened to him?" viola asked worriedly. His clothes were soaked, his lips were pale and his body felt hot.

"I don't know madam, this is how sir if there's a problem he just vented it with a Wine." Armand.

"Alright, thanks. You can go." Viola said without taking his eyes off.

"Mira, prepare some warm water. I'll compress it."

"Good, madam." Mira hurried off to carry out the master's orders.

Deg

Viola bit her lower lip. He took his breath deep. Just this time he undressed a man. The great tremor was getting more pronounced. Viola was fanning his face which started to heat up with both of his hands.

"Nothing to mean, just help." Viola unbuttoned the button attached to his body nervously. Viola used one hand as the back of Duke Cristin's neck. He helps that sexy body sit up. Then release his majesty. After that, he opened his shirt.

"Madam" Mira carried a basin of warm water as well as a handkerchief.

"You can go."

Viola stared at Duke Cristin's pants. "It's okay, he's your husband Viola." Viola muttered with a flushed face. His heart beats unbecoming. Viola closed his eyes, but a little he peeked. Viola opened his shoes and then his pants. Unknowingly his hand touched Duke Cristin's junior.

Astagah, Gede amet, oh no I'm Viola's inner caliph.

His mind started to run wild, he immediately shook his head. Nothing will happen at her wedding. Viola maintained his passion. A few minutes later Viola had finished pairing Duke Cristin's pants. Although he had to fight with his inner self and also Duke Cristin's body was very heavy.

What he ate like a pig, he was heavy.

Viola took the cloth, he dipped it into the warm water compressing Duke Cristin's body.

"Vio, man,"

Viola faintly listened to Duke Cristin delirious about his name. Viola frowned. He brought his ears close, there was no way Duke Cristin would mention his name in an unconscious state.

"Vio."

Viola stood up, "Don't go."

Viola scratched his head, he paid no heed to Duke Cristin's voice. He continued his task of cleansing Duke Cristin's body.

"Cold." Duke Cristin let out sweat on his forehead. Viola wiped his sweat. Then dip the cloth back and squeeze it. Taped the cloth to Duke Cristin's forehead.

"Cold."

Viola felt pity, he revealed the blanket. Laying his body beside Duke Cristin. Clutching his body, until Duke Cristin sought warmth in his chest.

"Sorry," said Viola. Without feeling the word come out of his mouth. His heart felt guilty. He patted Duke Cristin's back until that regular breath was felt.

"Viola."

Viola smiled, "I'm here, sleep." Said Viola softly and stroked Duke Cristin's head. Vaguely Duke Cristin listened to the voice. He opened his eyes and smiled. Then closed his eyes back. Hope time will stop.