
"Hey put it there,"
"Be careful not to break, I'll break your head later." Salwa pinched Sean's waist which was currently commanding his men. Her husband was always talking rudely without being prevented.
"Smooth little why," Sean just grinned to get a reprimand from his wife. His hand rubbed the former pinch of Salwa with a feigned expression of pain.
Today Sean and Salwa enter their new home, some of the furniture they ordered has arrived so that makes today a really busy day.
Sean bought a house in an elite area that was located a little close to the city center. Sean started his business in property and tourism. He was completely out of his black world according to his promise to his wife.
"Hold," Sean asks Salwa to hold the stairs that he will use to put up their wedding photos.
"Don't, why don't you ask those who do. What if it falls?" Salwa prevented Sean from bothering to climb the portable ladder. Let the professionals work. Sean simply directs without having to intervene alone.
Sean leaned against the stairs, then pulled to two sides to form a triangle.
"Mas can do it yourself. It's an easy job" Sean still insists on doing it himself. How could he want to be underestimated just because doing such trivial work alone could not.
"Yes, but be careful" Salwa finally relented, knowing that her husband was stubborn. It was better for him to obey than to waste a lot of energy just to argue. He was quite tired because he was busy organizing and renovating his new home.
Sean began to climb the stairs with Salwa holding the stairs so as not to shift. His left hand determined the point by mounting a nail on the surface of the wall while his right hand was already preparing with a hammer.
"Less up again like him," Salwa gave a warning after seeing the point marked Sean with nails. Sean climbed up one more rung to reach higher ground but before he set foot right suddenly his phone shook to his surprise. His feet that were about to climb to the stairs were not right and....
"Itahhh....." Salwa screams as Sean loses his balance
BRUUUKK
The ladder was smashed by Sean's weight that fell. Sean complained in pain, Salwa and the few people who witnessed immediately helped Sean stand up.
"No..." Sean raised both of his hands so that people would not help him. He might be humiliated in front of such a crowd. Sean tried to stand up by dragging the stairs that blocked his body. He set his foot, but again he fell.
"Aaauuhh" Salwa rolled her eyes looking at her husband's stubborn behavior. He bent down to extend his hand for Sean to accept his help.
"Mas can be alone" said Sean who is still trying to stand alone. Salwa furrowed her two eyebrows. Her husband was really draining her patience.
"If you don't want to be helped later tonight there is no ration" Salwa said with a little shame. But what can be done, Sean only according to if it has been threatened like that. Either terrible of her man, but the way Salwa used often managed to make her husband obedient.
"Yaaa, don't do it" Sean received Salwa's hand and tried to straighten his body. By embracing Salwa's shoulder and limping walk Sean managed to step towards the main room that had been renovated.
"Still sick?" Salwa noticed Sean's feet that looked reddish and slightly bluish. Sean just nodded without making a sound, it felt really sick.
"Bone broke, didn't it?" Said Salwa provokingly, who really cook Sean had to wear a stick because his leg was broken due to a silly thing that had just happened. Not cool, is it?
Salwa patted slowly the tip of her husband's nose with her index finger.
"Mas, you are not a sultan who makes everyone obey your orders. Dr. Alan may have his own reasons for refusing to move. You should respect his decision."
Salwa switch to take a clean cloth that has been soaked with warm water. He gently rubbed Sean's feet that looked bruised. He applied massage oil on the affected part and then did a massage slowly.
Sean smiled seeing how painstakingly Salwa took care of him. He did not choose the wrong wife. She is beautiful, kind and understanding. Sean really feels very lucky.
After finishing massaging Sean's legs, Salwa put a blanket over her husband's body because Sean looks asleep. She gave a warm kiss on her husband's forehead before deciding to leave their room.
"Good rest my husband" she whispered.
Salwa takes care of all the equipment she uses to take care of Sean and returns him to his place. As if not the heart, Salwa again flicked the blanket that Sean used to check the bruise on her husband's leg.
Salwa sighed slowly. He felt like Sean's legs would soon improve on their own so it did not require medical treatment. Salwa covered the blanket and straightened up to return to the living room where Sean's men were renovating the house.
"Where are you going?" Sean pulled Salwa by the hand as she left.
"Aren't you sleeping?"
"No way, you have one appointment and I'm gonna charge you now." Sean thins his lips at Salwa who remembers the promise Sean meant.
"What's..." It seemed Salwa had not remembered anything about the promise. Sean cupped Salwa's fingers with both hands and kissed Salwa's soft back.
"You promised you'd give me rations tonight" Salwa's face was seen blushing hearing Sean's words. He was just bluffing, not expecting that Sean would shamelessly charge him so blatantly so soon.
"It's still day, not night. After all..your legs are still sore, you will be exhausted and in pain later," Salwa propped her chin up by squatting on the side of the bed while giving understanding to her spoiled husband.
"The pain is only the feet, not the others. And I feel like there's no difference if we do it up here" Sean patted the side of the empty bed with his charming smile.
"But...."
"Here you go. mas will quickly sleep if you do not think about it anymore," whispered Sean managed to melt Salwa's heart, no reason for him to refuse.
"I.iya, okay. But the promise after this must rest" Salwa warned Sean.
"Yes, yes my wife..."
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Continue to yahhh, they both do not need to be discussed again. It is also his behavior... 😄😄😄