Auction Husband
Tried Again

I sat there watching the two men talk. Mr. Al was also very serious about listening to what the man in front of him said.

"I'm glad you're coming back here after all this time, Al," said the doctor. "Do you need another nurse?"

"No! No need, Boby." Mr. Al rejected the offer firmly.

I was a little misbehaved when the doctor named Boby turned to me while smiling thinly.

"Yes .. yes .. yes ... I know," he said, nodding his head repeatedly. "if you have a personal nurse ready for twenty-four hours."

Mr. Al's jaw is hardened, with ears that appear reddened. I'm beginning to understand that. When the man beside me is angry or embarrassed, his face will be reddened along with both ears. However, I cannot understand if the man is currently embarrassed or angry.

"Don't be ashamed of that. We've been good friends for a long time, Al." Doctor Boby's next words were quite surprising.

Apparently, they are old friends. And, doctor Boby knows enough about Mr. Al's habits. So, does doctor Boby also know in detail about Mr Al's past?

I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly while looking at Mr. Al from the side who remained unmoved. I don't know what the guy was thinking. If only it were possible, and if only I could I would like to see the contents inside the head as well as what is inside the chest of this man. Is my name in there? Uh.

I started to slur.

"Don't hurt me" said Mr. Al, who made Doctor Boby laugh.

Not to be left behind, I also put on a smile to hold back the laughter. It's so adorable to see Mr. Al's expression. His ears are getting red. If I had doubted what he was feeling, now I'm sure he's misbehaving. And then, when the man looked. Replace the fixated me. Dare not show that I feel happy when he finds himself being mocked all-out.

Mr. Al snorted, it seemed like he told me not to follow along.

"Don't be too fierce, Brother." Doctor Boby is getting joking.

"So not this? If not, I want to go home" said Mr. Al.

"Jiaaahhh, clever sulking you now huh. Careful, what's your name?" Doctor Boby turned to me and pointed at me with his index finger.

"Ayna, Doctor," I said politely as I nodded and smiled kindly.

"Not sweet-ass," protested Mr. Al in a sharp tone. He looked up and looked straight at me.

"Haha. You two are so funny. A matching couple-"

"Not to make up for you, Doctor," replied Mr. Al in a dislike tone.

"OK .. okay. Let's go to the therapy room." Doctor Boby stood up then bowed briefly pat Mr. Al on the shoulder before he stepped around the table.

I rushed to my feet and stood up behind Mr. Al, preparing to take a position to push the wheelchair. A moment later, Boby's doctor came up to me and whispered, which I'm sure Mr. Al heard what he said.

"Be careful with Alvarez who has started to sulk smart. Take care of him, Ay."

"Heh, her name is Ayna. Call Ayna!" exclaim Mr. Al upset.

"OK .. okay. Don't lose your head, Alvarez. I'm gonna call your private nurse this with Ayna." Doctor Boby replied with a cheerful laugh.

"Okay, Ayna?" he said again with one eye blinking at me.

"Not to be taken care of his words. He's a crazy doctor" Al said when Boby's doctor passed.

In the therapy room, I could only sit in the waiting chair watching Mr. Al start his therapy activities. Sweat soaked the man's forehead as well as the clothes he was wearing also looked very wet. Like a person who has taken a shower wearing only clothes.

Every now and then, I would grimace in the pain she felt. Especially when he looked grimaced in pain. I can't bear to see it. Sometimes I would also cover this face with both palms, then stretch my fingers a little so I could peek.

Two hours of therapy were conducted. And Mr. Al's face looked red. His breathing is also dull.

I moved closer as the nurse helped her sit in a wheelchair and pushed towards me. Immediately, I wiped the sweat on Mr. Al's forehead using my hands.

After the nurse pushed the tissue, I wiped Mr. Al's face with a tissue.

"Sick, Sir?" ask me with a vibrating voice. Can no longer be held back, my tears shed. I was also very sad to see that man.

"Why are you crying? I don't feel pain, really."

Instead of being calm, I'm getting more excited. My body stiffened when suddenly Mr. Al pulled my head, leaning against his chest. I immediately stood on my knees and enjoyed the man's embrace.

On his chest, I shed a cry that was for nothing. It felt so jumbled between feeling pain and feeling pity, but my love deepened in my heart. I was afraid that if Mr. Al could walk again one day, this man would no longer need my presence. Then, he threw me away like a stray dog on the street, which the big lady said.

The gentle elusan in my head made me cry even more. A few minutes later, Mr. Al broke this hug and his hands cupped my cheeks together. I just sharpened my eyes as I felt a soft, warm kiss on my forehead. He's peeling long. Semaki lama. Until I feel out of breath. For all that time you hold your breath.

It feels like a dream. However, that sweet kiss felt real on my forehead.

My face immediately warmed up and I knew that my cheek must have blushed in embarrassment.

"Why cry, hem?" ask Mr. Al gently.

I shook my head repeatedly in those two hands. When his eyes bulged fiercely at me, at that time I just felt aching and cramping in both legs.

"My feet ache, sir," I said shyly.

Mr. Al smiled faintly and then said in a soft voice, "Stand."

I immediately stood up, but both of Mr. Al's hands had moved into my arms and were gripping tightly.

"If you're tired of resting there." Mr. Al flicked his chin towards the waiting chair I had just occupied.

"It's okay, sir. We're going home now?" reply slowly.

"Wait for Boby to see me."

A few minutes later Boby's doctor came and gave Mr. Al a message to me as well.

"Don't forget to routinely get out, don't hide in the room constantly. Later your handsome look is a mess."

I giggled amusedly at the babbling of Doctor Boby. He's a fun doctor. Meanwhile, Mr. Al glared fiercely at me.

"You forced Alvarez to come out, yeah Ay .. uh Ayna. Lower his feet in the grass and often in massage and give stimulation to the soles of his feet. Don't let him spoil you. Alvarez was so if you've met a loved girl, she will be spoiled and anything to ask for help."

I was stunned to hear Doctor Boby's explanation just now. My eyes glanced at Mr. Al who was now hitting Doctor Boby's arm.

"Damn you," said Mr. Al, who was greeted with laughter by the man beside him.