LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 17 ONE CAR

"French!!!" The man took the one cup he wanted to give Erland. Taking her somewhere, her footsteps were quick until Nayra lost track.

"Frans, where are you going?" he shouted and was overheard by the staff on the floor.

All pairs of eyes looked at Nayra who was running after someone. And Nayra finally came back to the kitchen. But he chose to sit there.

The quiet kitchen space, makes Nayra comfortable there. Perhaps the cleaning staff deliberately avoided Nayra who was sitting in the kitchen.

In his solitude, Nayra thinks of Alvin. Since his departure from his father-in-law's house, he has not visited Alvin at his late parents' house.

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The days passed, Erland had recovered from his illness and moved as usual. As for Nayra, he already has an appointment with Rhianna. Which he said would take him to the gathering place of socialite mothers.

"Well, isn't it wrong to talk to Nayra?" She has changed clothes according to Rhianna's choice and also her face has been polished make up by a makeup expert who was brought directly by her mother-in-law.

"Well, what's wrong, Nay? You are Mama's daughter-in-law. Mama's friends should also know you, although yesterday's wedding has seen you but Mama wants to introduce you directly from a close range" Rhianna said while researching Nayra's graceful appearance. She tidied up a bit of her hair that covered her forehead.

"Nayra is ashamed, Ma ..." Nayra looked insecure, especially there she would meet people who had high castes. He was afraid, afraid that he would humiliate Rhianna.

"Then why, Nay. We are leaving."

Rhianna pulled her daughter-in-law's hand and Nayra was only able to follow her mother-in-law's footsteps. In his heart he did not stop praying, hoping that there he would not mispronounce or act.

Arisan which is held once a month for this time is housed in a restaurant that has been appointed by one of the arisan gang members. Famous fine restaurants in the city. Rhianna held Nayra who put on her agitated face.

"Look out, Nay. My mom will always be by your side." Rhianna seemed to know what her daughter-in-law was worried about. He smiled at the calm Nayra who was feeling uneasy.

According to Rhianna's plan, she introduced Nayra as her son-in-law. Everyone looked amazed and praised Nayra's beautiful face. They did not stop praising and also felt salute to Nayra who would accept the shortcomings of Rhianna's son.

Arisan event was over, now Nayra can breathe a sigh of relief. One by one the members of Arisan began to leave the room. Now there are only a few friends from Rhianna who are still at home to just chat things that are not too important according to him.

Rhianna says that they will return home with Erland because this hour coincides with her return. The driver who delivered them was told to go home.

"Nay, try calling Erland. What's the road yet?" pinta Rhianna then and continued chatting with her friend again.

Nayra seemed hesitant to call Erland, as she never once exchanged a voice or sent him a message. Although she has kept her husband's mobile number given by Rhianna.

The woman walked away from Rhianna's side. Her fingers began looking for her husband's mobile number, which is still named as Mr. Erland. It took a while until the call was lifted.

"Hallo, Sir. I've been told by mama Rhianna to ask if you've gone home?"

Nayra exhaled her breath feeling relieved when what was arranged in her brain was easily said. But not immediately answered, silent in a moment. And almost Nayra let out her voice again, but suddenly she heard a deheman coming from the phone.

"Ehem. Yes, I'm on my way home. Just wait."

Tutttt .....

The call just got cut off. Of course Erland was the one who turned off his call unilaterally before Nayra could answer.

"Where? Is there any news?" ask Rhianna impatiently.

"Already, Ma. Mas Erland was on the road he said tell me to wait."

Actually, Nayra would not want to go home together like this. What would happen if in one car there was him, Erland, Rhianna and Frans. The atmosphere would be awkward for sure.

Erland's car arrived. Rhianna sat in front with Frans while Nayra sat in the back with Erland.

Inside the car was quite silent, until suddenly Rhianna asked something that made them all surprised.

"Frans, are you married?" asked Rhianna suddenly made Frans who was focusing on driving while observing the person behind her become a little distracted.

"Not yet, Madam," she replied quickly. "But I already have a candidate" he continued later. He glanced back through the rear view. The conscious Nayra immediately threw away her face. He doesn't want anyone to suspect them.

"Oh, do you have a candidate? Well worth it, you're handsome, handsome, who doesn't want to be like you, Frans?" puji Rhianna interspersed with a small laugh.

Frans nodded with a smile. He did not expect that his master was very friendly and also not stiff. Not most other rich people who seem arrogant and do not have familiarity with their employees.

"But my good looks are still inferior to the good looks of Mr. Erland, Madam." Frans pretended to be humble because he was curious about the reaction of Erland. But the husband of Nayra did not respond, he was indifferent as if he had heard nothing.

"Erland! Did you hear that? Frans praised you handsome. There are rarely men who praise you" Rhianna said with a laugh.

I don't know what's funny, they both laughed. Nayra was silent because she did not feel it was funny. He was even worried, the words Frans increasingly become that could make Erland angry.

They finally arrived home. Nayra pushed her wheelchair up to the room. He took off the earrings and other accessories. She had never been this good at dressing up. Even the high heels he wore were higher than his wedding at the time. His feet feel so sore.

"I'll borrow your bed for a minute." His feet he spread on the bed while he pinched slowly.

Erland who was still in a wheelchair was only able to look at Nayra. He saw his heels flushed.

"Have the waiter treat your leg" said Erland suddenly. He immediately threw away his face and ran his wheelchair towards the window.

"What did he say? Observe my legs?"

Nayra gave a brief smile, feeling that Erland was watching her from earlier.

"I'll prepare the bath for you first." Nayra then went down and prepared to go to the bathroom.

"Go! And treat your feet!" erland. He turned his wheelchair around and cast his glare at Nayra.

"Hm, fine, sir." Nayra lowered her head and nodded. He immediately went out of the room to treat his leg. Right behind the door after it closed, Nayra held onto her thumping chest.

"What's wrong? Why is your face sweating? What's going on?" Suddenly Frans was in front of him. He held both of his shoulders with a worried face.

"French! Why are you here?" Nayra was frightened, she immediately cried fearfully someone passed by.