Young Master's Personal Helper
Chapter 17: Treating Wounds

After that happy lunch, Nayla looked down at her knees. It looks like the blisters whose blood has dried up.

“When am I hurt? No one's feeling hurt.” Nayla rushes out of the kitchen to look for a p3k box. He had to treat the wound immediately so as not to interfere with all his affairs.

Upon arriving at the living room, Nayla sees Vinlo coming out of the room. “Young Master will leave for work, I better take him to the front door.” Benak Nayla's.

His feet changed purpose. Nayla immediately stopped when she arrived at the stairs.

Vinlo saw with a very happy view what Raga said, a slightly broken relationship will improve if he quickly realizes it.

“Nayla..,” Benak Vinlo.

Nayla looked at Vinlo standing in front of her. For a moment, time stopped around them.

“A-I'm going to leave Nayla, do you need anything?” vinlo asked, looking at the short girl in front of him.

Nayla looked up to see Vinlo's face. His short body seemed so small in front of the Young Master. “Ti-no,” said Nayla with a little doubt.

Vinlo nodded his head, he continued walking towards the apartment door.

Seeing that his Young Master had already stepped away, Nayla rushed over with her right foot stepping first.

The bending he did made a wound on the knee immediately sore. It hurt until Nayla complained behind Vinlo.

“Aww!”

Vinlo who heard instantly flipped over and saw Nayla whose balance was wavering. Quickly Vinlo's two hands caught Nayla.

“Nayla, what happened?” asked Vinlo with a shocked face.

Nayla immediately shook her head and woke her body from feeling bad. In please like this makes him uncomfortable. “Nayla is okay Mr.” Nayla said after she stood up properly.

Vinlo's hand was still letting go of Nayla. He stared worriedly at the grimacing face Nayla looked at.

“You sure?” ask Vinlo again.

Nayla nodded and smiled to reassure her Young Master. Vinlo looked at it slowly releasing his hands from Nayla's slender shoulders and paws.

“If there is anything, contact me. You know, there's a house phone and in the drawer is my phone number.” Vinlo glanced at the available home phone.

Nayla nodded again. “Good Sir, Nayla will contact you.”

Vinlo sighed softly, he turned around with glancing eyes at Nayla's feet. Seen in the dark blue long skirt, there was a dried red stain.

“What is this?!” Vinlo crouched down instantly, he pulled Nayla's long skirt. A beautiful knee scratched with dry blood.

“Tu-Young Master?” Nayla directs her hand to cover the right thigh. She felt so embarrassed, this Maid outfit was hereditary. The Margatha family still followed the royal era a little. What's more, Margatha is still a descendant of the former kingdoms.

Knowing that, Nayla certainly received clothes like this with what they were. All he needs is money, not another status, most importantly, he can help his mother in the village.

“Sit there, Nay! I'll take the box P3Knya.” Vinlo.

Nayla wanted to refuse but Vinlo had already left with his broad footsteps. “I can treat it by myself.” Nayla's guman.

Not long after, Vinlo returned with a P3K box in hand. “What are you doing there, Nay? Sit on the sofa.” Vinlo's Order.

Nayla had no intention of leaving from where she stood. Vinlo told him back.

“Sit here, Nay.”

Not wanting Vinlo to call her again, Nayla stepped closer to the sofa. He sat down as his Young Master had said.

“Sorry yes.” Vinlo said, crouching in front of Nayla.

“Aww!”

Nayla's eyes were startled instantly, she hurriedly cupped Vinlo's face and noticed such a handsome face.

“Where does it hurt?” nayla asked with a panicked face.

Vinlo looked at Nayla's face. The red lips were so natural, the glancing eyes looked for a place where the pain was on his face. The thump in his heart was so strong that Vinlo involuntarily touched Nayla's ping.

Maid clothes worn with a long blue skirt, Nayla looks very beautiful in the eyes of Vinlo. His hands did not move, left Nayla looking for pain in his cheeks.

“Young Master say, where does that hurt?” nayla asked, getting her face closer.

“Hm.” Deheman Vinlo makes Nayla stop looking. He saw Vinlo's eyes staring at him. Their faces were so close that Nayla could feel the breath of her Young Master.

Seeing this, Nayla hurried to stand up straight.

Vinlo felt sad to see Nayla's reaction away from him. “I want to see his face longer.” Vinlo Benak.

Nayla rushed to pick up the P3K box on the table, she did not want Young Master to treat her. “Nayla can treat this wound, Young Master.” Nayla said.

Vinlo groaned, he got up and approached Nayla. “No, I'll treat you. I'm sure, you're hurt because of my mistake.” Vinlo.

Looking at the Young Master who was approaching slowly, Nayla stepped back to get blocked by one of the sofas. “EEh.”

“Sit and shut up!” vinlo said, holding Nayla's two shoulders.

Nayla quickly sat down because her Young Master had already guided her. Nayla was speechless to see Vinlo treat the wound quickly.

The sound of the phone ringing made Nayla look at Vinlo's pocket. “Master, your phone rings.” Her speech.

Vinlo paid no heed to the call he got. He re-applied the wound medicine until he bandaged it.

“Oke is done, you better rest first. It's only 3 pm, rest and work tomorrow only.” Vinlo said by storing medical equipment. Nayla stared at the bandage on her knee, the wound was not painful and all Nayla felt was a feeling of happiness.

“I'll be back to the office, for dinner, you don't need to prepare it. I'll buy food outside.” Vinlo said tidying up his suit.

Nayla saw that the tie of her Young Master looked bad, she hurried to lend a hand to fix the tie.

Nayla's hand painstakingly arranged Vinlo's tie. Vinlo, who sees Nayla having a little trouble fixing her tie, rushes closer to help Nayla.

During the fixing of the tie, Vinlo had the pleasure of seeing Nayla so seriously, he subconsciously rubbed the woman's head in front of him.

Nayla instantly raised her head and looked at the Young Master who rubbed his head. “Eh?” nayla quickly distanced herself.

“Thank you.” Vinlo said happily, a radiant face appeared until he left the apartment.

“Young Master, what makes her happy?” nayla's mind. Hearing what Vinlo said, Nayla decided to rest for a while.

...-*-...

Arriving at the office, Vinlo rode the elevator with a heart that sings happy, happy, until the elevator opened and looks Raga waiting for his arrival.

“Where is Young Master from? just call me not you pick up sir. Did something happen until my call didn't matter to you?” asked Raga in a mocking tone.

Vinlo who heard it only glanced at it, he stepped towards the office with a happy smile.

Seeing the happiness from the look on Vinlo's face, Raga furrowed her brows. “Oh, has something happened between you and that Maid?”

“Take a guess.” Said Vinlo sitting in his comfortable chair.