Love Conspiracy
Plan

Austin did not know what his wife wanted, choosing only to comply with the request of a woman sitting in a wheelchair.

Then push the wheelchair into the gym room that has been used to train the muscles of the body so that it successfully displays a proportional body.

Moments later, they had reached the room they were headed to and silence filled the early morning atmosphere because at this time all was immersed in the subconscious, while the husband and wife were there.

"It's still three in the morning, but you asked me to come here. Do you want to exercise now?" Austin, who had been standing behind a wheelchair, walked around and stood towering in front of his wife.

Diandra now just nodded the head of the sign justifying it. Then pamper the eyes with a lot of sports equipment in the room.

She had only first seen the sports room at her husband's place because she had spent more time in the lounge while accompanying Aksa to play and also preferred to be in the room.

"I won't be able to sleep if I'm awake, honey. So, I want to exert energy to get tired and finally get sleepy quickly, then sleep again. How to exercise."

What Diandra used to do when he could not sleep when he woke up because the nightmare was to exercise without knowing the time because he hoped to go back to sleep after fatigue.

"I used to love jumping rope when I couldn't sleep, but now it's impossible. So help me do what I used to do."

At this time, Austin began to understand his wife's wishes, so he now turned his eyes to help Diandra.

Then he pointed to a tool that could be used to train his wife's lower body. "Looks like it fits, honey. I'll help you."

Diandra who really wants to strengthen her leg muscles because she does not want to live forever disabled with her husband. After undergoing therapy, realize that this is all about restoring the legs.

"alright. Just wear that one," said the figure of the woman who was now smiling faintly as she opened her hands.

"Help me, honey. I'm actually tired of asking for help, especially when you serve me."

Austin wasted no time as he was already holding his wife and lowering her right on top of a tool that would be used to train the woman's leg muscles.

"I told you not to say anything like that to me anymore. You better focus now. From today on, I will always torture you here."

Then he gave the handle to his wife and held both of his legs when they had to be straightened and the legs folded. "Just do it slowly."

"Yes, I'll be able to do it even if it takes a little struggle." Then Diandra started moving with the help of Austin.

With several yawns, Austin, who was already very sleepy, tried to open his eyes wide and hold his wife's legs while using one of the gym equipment there.

"I'm sorry for torturing you with this to endure the drowsiness." Diandra holds tightly to the tool being used.

"That doesn't matter because I like determined people like you the most, honey. I hope you can walk again soon." Austin could now see the flushed face that radiated clearly representing the exhaustion of the woman before him.

Legs are straight and bent many times following the tool used successfully make Diandra sweat pouring.

He even grimaced occasionally withstanding the overwhelming fatigue from that simple gesture, but it was truly torturing him.

Tired is a word that can not describe the feelings of Diandra, but as if he was used to everything, then this time he was still strong to try hard.

"Darling, tomorrow again because you look like you're sweating like that." Austin was eager to gently stroke his wife's sweat-soaked temple.

However, he could not do so because he was still holding both sides of his wife's legs for fear of falling while doing the movement.

"I'm still strong, honey." Diandra feels angry when doing even a small thing feels like doing a big job, but is grateful for successfully herding positive public opinion.

I don't know how long, now he felt weak and immediately wrapped his hands around the sturdy waist after releasing his grip.

"I'm tired, honey. It feels better to hold you like this and remove the weight of my mind when thinking about the condition of my feet." Diandra's still standing right now, it looks like you're going to get in trouble.

"Patience and enthusiasm continue for therapy in order to walk again."

Diandra, who had been smelling the typical masculine scent of her husband, seemed to be getting hooked.

“Yes, I know that. It may take me a long time to get back to normal life like I used to. But I will never give up. For now, it's enough because I'm so tired and want to rest."

Until now Diandra felt very relieved after successfully expressing the overflow of feelings that were felt.

"Thank you, honey, for accompanying me on your break less for having to go abroad."

"Let's go to sleep after your sweat is gone. You can't rest while sweating because it's not good. Don't drink ice as well because it's harmful to health."

Austin, who now managed to make his wife much calmer, went straight to the bathroom to clean himself.

"Think of it, it's not good to sleep dirty and there's something you hate most at the time. But the morning shower is very healthy because it is always passionate after making love. Oh right, honey, there's something I forgot."

"What?" Diandra was very curious and wanted her husband to tell her in person.

However, the opposite happened because it was really confused what to do now. "I'll be busy until the end of the month, but I'll help you if you need me."

"I know, honey," said Diandra, who is now in bed lying down after being helped by the man she loves so much.

"I love you." Austin lay down next to his wife and closed his eyes again as he was very tired.

Meanwhile, Diandra now hugged the burly body of the man next to her and closed her eyes again. However, before that pray that the dream can be realized immediately.

'I want to be able to walk again like I used to because I don't want to bother everyone. May the Lord hear my prayers and be able to live a normal life again without causing trouble for others.'

Then she closed her eyes again and hoped to fall asleep with her husband and son on the left.

***

One year later...

After a long struggle with treatment and therapy to be able to walk again, Diandra is now very happy because her efforts are not in vain.

After a year of therapy and treatment, he was finally able to walk back to how he was.

Diandra is currently still in the therapy room and is very surprised when it is strong enough to stand and walk.

The radiant face now clearly represents the happiness of feeling the suffering that has ended today.

In fact, he had hugged the body of a female nurse who had been patient in dealing with it when angry because of despair.

"I can finally walk again. Thank you for being patient with me."

“It has been my job to do something like this because it is a job,” said the woman in blue uniform with a big smile because it was so happy to see the patient was back to normal.

That effort will never betray results and despair and giving up is not the best solution to face the problems that occur.

Diandra still looked happy, this time he heard the voice of a woman who was none other than the doctor he had been jealous of.

“Congratulations, madam Diandra because today you can walk again.” The doctor reached out and waited for a response from the patient.

Not wanting to be childish due to jealousy towards the beautiful woman in front of him, Diandra shook that hand.

"Thank you Doctor. It's all thanks to you. Thank you for doing your best to heal this foot." Diandra looked down at her feet that had returned to normal as before.

Until terbesit ideas in the head and directly expressed to the doctor.

While the doctor was very surprised to find out the plan of the patient who had been 1 year in his supervision. "If you want it, I can't possibly resist and can only support his plan to succeed."

"Thank you, Doctor. You're a really good doctor." Diandra did not stop smiling happily revealing everything she felt at this moment.

'May my plan succeed, ' murmured Diandra who smiled faintly at what was planned.

To be continued...