LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 15 NAYRA'S RAGE

Nayra was still sitting limp on Dara's bed. Still in shock because Alvin left home. If this is the case, it means he has to set a time to come to his house while looking at Alvin.

He wiped the remains of his tears and walked out. Closing the door and looking to the right and left. It's really okay, if anyone caught him in Dara's room, it's just that he's lazy if anyone asks him. Lazy is simply answering the curiosity of others.

His steps were getting closer to the room, so he could see Dara standing not far from the doorway. His friend turned to him, when he realized there were footsteps approaching.

Dara blinked her eyes like a gesture or help.

"Why are you still there?" asked Nayra with a mouth without a sound. But Dara was only able to move her head and eyes.

Nayra entered, and found Erland who had just finished her meal. Looking at the empty plate, he realized that he had not eaten. Suddenly his stomach rang. It was clear, because the atmosphere was quiet. The two stared at Nayra in turn. Like realizing something.

"You hungry, Nay?" Dara's voice was slow but could still be heard clearly.

"You're out!" Not yet received an answer from Nayra, Dara has been expelled. When Dara was out of the room, Nayra quickly closed the door.

"Where have you been?" ask her in an unfriendly voice. His eyes stared intently at Nayra who could only look down. Not knowing that his wife had just cried because she was sad her sister chose to go home alone.

"Sorry, Sir. I ran out from behind, "he replied and reflexively held the stomach. The longer he held his hunger, the more stomach pain he felt.

"Go now!" banish him.

Nayra raised her head and looked at her husband who was swinging his hand like driving her away fast.

"Why am I being expelled, sir. Apa—"

"Go you!" snapped it.

Nayra sighed, before leaving she did not forget to bring the empty plate to take her to the kitchen. Predicting the mood of her husband is impossible. Erland is hard to guess.

"Well, you kicked me out already. I'll just eat." The dishes are still served a lot on the dining table. Nayra devoured food alone there.

"His husband eats in the room. His wife eats here." Nayra heard that, but she pretended to be indifferent. I don't know how long their mouths stopped talking about him.

"It's not like a couple. It still looks like an employer and a maid," another servant chimps.

The ears were hot to hear that satire. Almost every day they talk about him. As if mocking him and demeaning him.

"Their levels are different at any time."

BRAKKKK!!!!

"DIAMMM!!!!"

Nayra pounded the table with a tremendous anger. His hands pounding the table made the food on it sway.

"You! You are! You are! This is the last month you worked! After getting the paycheck next month, your working period is up!" point it at one by one their shocked faces. It seems they don't believe that Nayra is that brave. Nayra had not been silent all this time.

Nayra regulated her irregular roar of breath. Emotional feelings ruled his entire heart. Can't hold back the tightness in the chest anymore. Their words are heartbreaking. What's wrong trying? Their marriage was legal in the eyes of religion and the state. Why do they still seem to be unacceptable?

The servant appointed by Nayra was still silent. Their mouths were stiff and could not say anything. Only the look of pitying eyes adorned their faces.

"Nayra, you're kidding me, right?" One waiter opened his mouth and asked in a soft tone even though his hand was shaking. They even forgot, Nayra is also the master here. It could also be that Nayra has the right to fire anyone.

Nayra snorted in annoyance, leaving behind a plate that still left much food while she chose to leave. Towards the backyard, that's the goal. There he sat on a chair alone. He wanted to scream, but he was afraid to disturb other residents of the house.

"Naito ..." The soft voice of the middle-aged woman he had guessed who. Bi Har sat next to him while rubbing his back slowly. It was as if he knew that Nayra was not okay.

"Bi Har heard all that?" he asked after he started to calm down. His heart was not as fast as it was when he was angry.

Bi Har nodded with his hands still rubbing his back. A gentle touch like a mother to her daughter.

"Auntie knows how you feel, Nayra. Whose ears are not hot if almost every day receive unsavory talk." The soft touch stopped, now Bi Har switched to holding his hand.

"Sorry, Bi. Nayra just—".

"Auntie knows. Aunty had also told them to also give a warning."

Still vividly remembered, their inappropriate words were addressed to him. But Nayra tried sincerely.

"I didn't mean to fire them. Please apologize to them." His eyes weakened, he began to regret. Although it's not really his fault. But deciding someone else's windfall, made him feel guilty.

"Yes, Auntie knows. Yes, you finish your food. Sweetheart there's plenty." Nayra was hungry, but suddenly she felt full and refused Bi Har's invitation to return to the table.

Nayra prefers to go to the room. Accompanying her husband who can only sit. But she guessed, surely her husband was busy with his laptop.

And sure enough, when Nayra entered Erland was facing the laptop. It even seemed Erland was unaware of his presence. Either too focused or maybe he ignored his presence.

Although Nayra knew, Erland threw him out but he didn't care. While Nayra was still watching Erland, suddenly the man turned his head towards her. Until their eyes meet. But Nayra immediately threw away her face.

"You deaf? What did I tell you?" Nayra got up and was about to leave the room until her husband's voice came back. "Stay here and close the door!"

Huh huh?

Nayra was surprised, her husband's mood change was completely unexpected. So fickle.

"I'm going out for a minute, sir. Looking for the wind" she tried to get away from her husband. Nayra was confused about where she wanted to go, but after thinking about it, it was better to sit in front of the porch of the house. Sounds fun.

"Not many reasons! Stay here and lock the door!" his orders again and finally Nayra receded.

Still on the sofa, she sat down while staring at her husband who was focused on his laptop.

This room is actually spacious, only because the amount of furniture so impressed narrow.

Erland was also the same as Nayra who was stealing views. For weeks adjacent to Nayra was also one room, making Erland little by little know the character of Nayra as well as his habits. Nayra is arguably more toward tomboy than feminine. Although now more often wear a dress because of the clothes that Rhianna has changed after marriage.