Forced Marriage (Secret Wife)
18

After Alea's return, Anisa and the twins, Hanz asks Ara to take her to the bathroom, saying she wants to take a bath because it is already very angry.

"Sir on the lap, yeah," Ara suggested because she was still worried, how could Hanz take a bath with her condition?

"No, I'm gonna take a shower. It's not clean."

Ara sighed resignedly, Hanz is indeed the king of cleanliness. In fact, usually the man takes a bath up to 3 times a day. Very crazy clean like afraid in the patch germ.

Ara finally rushed to prepare her husband's clothes. After that, he helped Hanz sit in a wheelchair and took her to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" hanz asked as Ara was about to come out.

"Exit sir. Do you want to take a shower?" said Ara astonished.

"Trus I how'd dong take a shower? My hands are two-two on the bandage."

Ara also glared in shock, so she meant that she had to bathe Hanz that way?

"I'm the one who took a bath?"

"Who are you, who else? The nurse? I don't want to, you do." Ara also gulped her salivary misbehavior. Ara doesn't know what to do? He refuses, but is afraid Hanz is angry. He thought Hanz was going to take a bath because he could take it himself, it turns out he had to intervene. How'this?

"Yes-huh sir," said Ara nervously and then approached her husband again. Ara also began to unbutton her superiors one by one with a face that was deliberately exposed from Hanz.

"Your hands are shaking anyway? When will it be finished?"

"I-he's patient for a moment. This is another effort." said Ara who even made Hanz chuckle. Inwardly, he laughed contentedly having managed to prank Ara.

Ara continued her activity to unbutton it until it was finished then remove the shirt from her husband's body.

Then she slightly lowered her body and grabbed the waist of her husband's pants and lowered them slowly along with her underwear. Hanz slightly raised his butt to make it easier for Ara. Ara's hands were already extremely trembling, needing greater guts for this dangerous job.

"Where would you like to bathe him if your face is in such a palingin? How will it be clean?" hanz's protest made Ara gulp her saliva nervously. So did he have to look at Hanz with that naked body? Shall?

"But sir, buk-not that you should be the master on the lap? I-I guess you can take a bath by yourself," said Ara slowly and worriedly.

"I told you I don't want to be on the lap because it's not clean. You are a nanny, so you must have used to bathe the twins. So is it hard to take a shower?"

Ara stared thoughtlessly at Hanz. This man could have said that to her casually. Between bathing the twins and bathing them clearly was very much different, and the level of difficulty was like heaven and earth. Didn't Hanz know that he was desperately trying to fight his heartbeat that continued to rumble in the chest? He may die if this continues.

"Then why didn't you ask in the nurse bath?" Hanz was silent at last. Maybe because he doesn't want his lies exposed.

"I want you to be the same."

"But why should I?"

"Your color is babysitter. Ahh, do not ask, now you bathe the right, the face does not need to be palingin that," upset Hanz made Ara finally take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.

"Good sir" said Ara resignedly.

Then he began to look at Hanz, but he still did not dare to look at the husband who was now perfectly naked in front of him. 

"What is the same sir?"

"So you wanted to face, now you guaranteed eyes. It makes no difference." Ara was grimacing. Well, he forgot that his eyes were reflexively closed. Ara immediately opened her eyes back slowly and willingly so that she did not have an impromptu heart attack. And...

He gulped his saliva rough. Just look at the muscular body and the checkered stomach just Ara's heart has run a marathon stronger than before. What if he had to look down again?

"Don't drool at you. Here to take a shower, don't think weird."

At once Ara was also stunned, the admiration was changed with a soaring resentment in her heart. Not wanting to waste any more time, Ara immediately doused Hanz's body with warm shower water slowly. Hanz raised his cast feet and also his bandaged hands so as not to hit water.

While Ara was desperately trying to get strong enough to hold back because after all her eyes finally could not escape the sight of a large stick that was brandishing tensely appeared before her eyes. For his entire life, only this time he saw a man like this, and it looked so scary in his eyes that several times he was made to be horrified. He could not imagine how it would enter him, ahhh no. He was so scared.

Ara picked up the liquid soap and started soaking up Hanz's body slowly from top to bottom. Trying desperately he missed the things that made his brain more chaotic.

"That's why I'm not you soap?"

Ara was silent closing her eyes at Hanz's words. Actually, why is this husband? Why does it seem intentional? But didn't he forget his memories?

"That-means I-I have to hold you, sir?" asked Ara with a trembling voice forced out.

"Well, how else would it be if it wasn't held?"

"But..."

"Speedly, I'm freezing in here. You want to make me sick?"

Ara shook her head quickly, how could she possibly make Hanz sick? But.... To touch that? No, it's a job, he has to do it.

With a gulp of coarse saliva, Ara's hand began to slowly touch the hard object slowly, her hand trembling with fear. He wondered, why could it swell that big? Is it because Hanz is sick again that he's swollen? And a second later he heard Hanz groaning. He panicked, was Hanz in pain because he was holding on? But he touched her slowly, he didn't mean to hurt Hanz.

"Master, sir is fine, isn't he? Sir is sick because I touched, sir? I'm sorry sir, sorry sorry sorry," said Ara feeling very guilty. Tears almost escaped on his face. But then Hanz shook his head strongly making him frown in confusion.

"That doesn't hurt Ara, it's delicious. You have to touch it again, quickly do it again," Hanz said making Ara look at him uncertainly. Obviously, he saw Hanz groaning in pain, how could he do that again? She did not want to hurt her husband.

"But sir..."

"Sttt.., you hold on if you don't want me to be in pain anymore. Massage him."

Ara patterning, massage? How-to?

"Master, the sorting can't be arbitrary. Later wrong veins, I don't want you to get sick later."

"Don't say much Ara, you'll have to massage her if you don't want me to get sick. Quickly," Hanz's order from earlier was already desperately holding back.

Arghhh, he regretted having Ara bathe him. His desire to rise up just because alone with Ara in this narrow and moist room. And now, he had to desperately explain to this innocent girl what to do. But Ara seemed to look hesitant every time he told her to upset her could not bear it anymore. If his hand was not in a bandage, he had made sure that he would pull the tiny hand of Ara to circle hers perfectly.

"Do Ara or I will die" Hanz threatened to make Ara confused and did not think long to touch the long and big stick again. Although there was a sense of amused how, Ara still tried to survive even though she was very creepy now. It is not enough just to see him also have to touch even in the sequence, really he never imagined this incident happened to him in his entire life.

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