LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 16 ACCOMPANIES

As Nayra opened the door of the room, there was a figure of a sturdy man standing in front of her. They're riveted in a few seconds. Nayra's face turned pias because she was too shocked.

"Frans ..." he said.

"Mr Erland is awake, Miss? Can you go to the office today? Madame Rhianna said, today there was an important meeting with the client," Frans said to make Nayra understand. She sighed for a moment and glanced towards her husband who was still asleep.

The servants who happened to pass by did not miss this moment. They looked at the two of them perhaps getting news in the morning.

"My husband is not awake. Later I try to ask him," answered Nayra and avenged Frans face malasnya because he heard Nayra call Erland as husband.

"Good, Miss. Excuse me." Frans slightly stomped his feet in annoyance and walked away from him. Nayra had not changed position, still staring at the back of her lover who passed away leaving her.

"Master, get up ..." she said with a soft pat on her arm.

Erland squirmed, she started to open her eyelids. And what he saw first was the plain face of Nayra.

"What's wrong?" he asked in an annoyed tone because it had disturbed his sleep.

"Mama said today there was an important meeting with the client. Can I go to the office today?" Scared Nayra asked, but she tried to be bold.

Erland quickly got up and grabbed her blanket. Nayra immediately took him to a wheelchair.

"But, I haven't prepared your bath water yet. Sementar—"

"No need!" Erland pushed her own wheelchair into the bathroom. But Nayra didn't let him go in there by himself. He followed behind, fearing that Erland was in trouble.

As he was about to reach the bath up, Erland fell silent. But he began to feel the bath up by hand, looking for a position for him to fall into.

"Master, you haven't undressed yet." His hands were like expelling, but Nayra was undaunted. He's still trying to help Erland.

"Tuan—"

"Shut up! I don't need to be pitied! If I fall, let it go! I don't give a shit! Even if I'm ma—"

"Master! You can't talk like that." Nayra's voice rose, she was really angry with her husband's words just now.

"Do you know about the state of the paralytic? You'll never feel it" Erland said.

BUGH!!!

Erland fell very hard on the side of the bath up. His hand slipped as he was about to bring his body down into it.

"Mr ...." Nayra felt very excited to see Erland in this kind of distress.

"You'll never feel, Nayra."

DEG.

The new Nayra call he heard at this time. The name escaped on his lips that never called him by name.

Nayra could see Erland's eyes blushing, like holding back a cry. He knew Erland's current position, the man was devastated by his current state. The man who is handsome, rich and handsome must experience paralysis.

"Leave me alone" said Erland.

Nayra finally relented, after she finished taking off all her clothes. He stepped out, leaving Erland alone there.

Whether there was anything with Erland, suddenly the atmosphere became annoying like this. Sometimes it flashed through his mind about his fate going forward how.

"Mrs ..." Suddenly Rhianna opened the room door, and smiled at him.

"Where's Erland, Nay?"

Her eyes were on the closed bathroom door and Rhianna understood.

"You're coming to the office. Accompany Erland, he must be there to accompany fear if you want to ask for something continue to trouble."

As a good son-in-law, he could only nod obediently.

"Are you deaf???" Erland shouted back.

Nayra was confused. "Nay, is every day Erland like this?" Rhianna's blocking her hand that's coming to Erland.

"Hmm no, Ma. Mas Erland was still angry the same time as Nayra," he replied as he walked.

"Why—" His words were cut because Nayra had entered the bathroom.

After the two finished bathing, at Rhianna's request, Nayra had to come to the office.

Frans was getting ready by the side of the car. While Nayra was walking, the man was unceasingly looking at her lover. Admittedly, Nayra is now prettier. The clothes are good too.

Until he reached the car, Frans helped Erland into the car. During the trip, everyone was silent. But Frans' eyes did not stop glancing towards the rearview mirror. Just where Nayra was leaning turned her head to the street.

"Sir, are you healthy?" Because it felt awkward, Frans opened the conversation. Nayra glanced at her silent husband. Because he felt bad, he finally answered.

"My husband is fine" she replied.

He changed the face of Frans. What was normal seemed tense. His anger was clearly printed.

"Take a look at you Nayra!" snarl.

Up in front of Erland's company. As usual, the arrival of Erland will be welcomed by the company.

"How's Mario doing there's a problem?" The man who served as his assistant shook his head.

"Nothing, Sir. It's just that there is a company that wants to work with us and the profits are quite large. But do not rule out the possibility of loss will lose a lot."

"Whose company?"

"Master Gio, sir," Mario replied.

Hmh!

BRAKKKK!!!!

"Don't let that man set foot here!" his yell.

"Good, Sir." Although he had guessed the rejection, but Mario just wanted to convey it.

"Sir, can I go back? Go to the kitchen."

There's no answer either. Just like Frans asked in the car. No matter how Erland did not answer, he remained desperate to the kitchen.

Nayra was curious, what kind of sighting was behind.

"Miss ...." Everyone stood up, they did not hesitate to drop food because they were too surprised.

"It's okay. I won't be angry. Just continue. I just want to make tea." Nayra took a cup and also poured tea and sugar.

"Miss let me just."

Many times Nayra refused and in the end they were all silent and one by one left the chair.

No need for Nayra's help brewing her own tea. One cup of tea, he took it and sat on a bench. The cleaning staff have started working again. They don't want to relax in the kitchen because there's Nayra. Afraid that their habits during working hours will be reported to her husband.

While sipping her tea, she finally remembered her husband. She made another cup for her husband.

"Miss, let me. It's my job." But Nayra says it's okay. She kept the tray filled with tea upstairs where Nayra's husband was there.

While riding the elevator, he met Frans.

"Tea for whom? Your husband?" insinuations. The man laughed briefly. "Have you started to fall in love?" ask again.

"What the hell! Don't talk nonsense!" nayra said she did not accept the slander.