LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 18 DOES NOT BELIEVE

After Nayra said that her leg was injured, Frans was very worried. But he can't treat that wound here. Frans invites Nayra to go to the backyard, but the woman refuses. There is no way Nayra can say, this is in the territory of the house they can not be alone even though the place is rarely visited by people.

Eventually Frans relented, allowing Nayra to treat her injuries with another servant.

"Hey!" Dara nudged Nayra's arm. The woman gasped and immediately thanked him when he realized his wound had been bandaged. "You got a problem, Nay?" ask Dara while returning the medicine box in its original place. His eyes glanced when he did not find the answer from the friend who was now his master.

"Hm, no," he murmured softly. He was about to leave but Dara held him back.

"If there's a story problem with me, Nay. We're more than friends."

Nayra smiled then nodded. After exiting Dara's room, Nayra rushed back to her room.

His steps he was quick when he found out Frans was still watching him from earlier. He did not want to be caught again and Frans asked him to talk again.

When he got to the room, he found Erland asleep. But still with her work clothes.

Slowly she took off her work shoes, heart-felt because she did not want to wake her husband.

Nayra sat on the chair she had pulled from the front of the dresser. She fell silent while looking at the face of a handsome man who was already her husband. Then look at the face of Frans whom he admires. Somehow his heart was a little tight when he realized that he had married this foreign man before him.

His bare feet touched the floor of the room and felt cold. He realized that he had not yet cleaned himself. The night quickly greeted. It is like taking the whole earth to rest. But Nayra doesn't, there's still a lot of work to do tonight.

She got up from her seat and kept her husband's shoes. Still with great caution, he removed the belts that were each coiled around Erland's waist.

It seemed Erland was too slumbering, until she was not bothered by Nayra's activity in taking off her clothes.

Nayra had to clean her husband's body full of sweat all day because of work. Erland should sleep at least clean.

"Mhhh ...." There was a murmur from Erland's mouth. Nayra who was picking up clothes in the closet quickly turned her head. Now that the two neutrals met, Erland stared at Nayra unintentionally because before his gaze circled the entire room.

"Sorry, Sir. Soon you can rest well after I put clothes on for you." Nayra was preparing to put Erland's pajamas on, but suddenly her hand was held back. Erland held onto his wrist.

They stared at each other for a long time. Until finally Nayra tried to let go of the grip but Erland did not let.

"You're disturbing my sleep" he said slowly. He exhaled his coarse breath and drew Nayra closer. Until now Nayra's face is only a few cent of his face.

"Sorry, sir," he tweeted.

In one movement alone Erland managed to silence Nayra's lips. Erland held the nape of his neck to continue to sink into his game. The man kissed Nayra gently. I don't know where the impulse came from, it just happened. Nayra also seemed to be carried away in the atmosphere. Long enough their lips met each other until Erland finally released his kiss.

Erland immediately threw away her face, "Quick! Put on those pajamas!" tell her without looking at Nayra whose face is as red as a tomato.

Nayra's hands were trembling as she was still in shock over the incident just now. He could feel his lips still wet. But he had to quickly put on his pajamas before Erland ruled a second time.

"Begin the night sleeping on top!" his orders then made his eyebrows tangle.

"What, Master?" tanyanya still can't believe it.

"Your ears should still be healthy and I don't have to repeat the second word. If your ears are in trouble, we'll go to the hospital tomorrow" he said.

"Yes, Sir. I heard," answered Nayra. He rushed into the bathroom to clean up.

The sound of birds chirping melodious, as well as the hiss of the wind in the morning made the Nayra who was too deep finally woke up as well. For tonight his body feels comfortable sleeping on a soft mattress. No more on the floor carpet.

"Oh, God!" He immediately woke up and jumped down from the bed when he realized Erland was no longer by his side.

Last night when she came out of the bathroom, Erland was asleep and she obeyed her husband's order to sleep on top. Nayra also deliberately put a bolster in the middle. When he woke up, he could still see the scroll was still in its place.

"Mrs ...."

Nayra almost hit her mother-in-law who turned out to be at the door of her room.

"You just woke up, Nay?" Rhianna smiled and led her daughter-in-law inside.

"Yes, Ma. Sorry Nayra had bad luck," he said with a sorry face. He doesn't usually have this kind of misfortune.

"It's okay. Erland said you had soy sauce last night so you slept well" Rhianna said with a smile. "That's it, it's okay. Erland's gone to the office, you take a shower and have breakfast."

"Yes, Ma."

"Nay ...." Rhianna called back making Nayra look back. "That diligent yes make a grandson for Mama," he said a bit loudly because Rhianna was on the doorstep. And after that Rhianna immediately left Nayra with all confusion.

In the bathroom, Nayra still rang the words of Rhianna. But suddenly last night's shadow poked warmly in his head. He could not believe that Erland suddenly kissed him. What he could not believe was that he did not refuse.

He held his chest that was pounding. Then the corner of his lips lifted up a little.

Until now he was in front of the dressing table, his face looks radiant. But the clinking of the incoming message distracts her.

[Why did you get bad? What happened last night?]

Frans sent me a message. His heart suddenly warmed when he found this morning Erland said that Nayra had not woken up because of fatigue. His mind immediately leads here and there.

[Do you break our promise?] Not had time to reply because he was still thinking the right word to give an answer, but Frans was in fact impatient.

Suddenly, her boyfriend called.

"Why silence?" The impact from the phone.

"I want to give it back but you can't wait!" answered Nayra loudly.

"Yes clear! Why did you get bad luck? What did you do last night? What caused you fatigue?" ask without pause.

"You know for yourself last night my legs hurt. So—"

"That's no excuse!" his jolt.

Frans' breath was hunting and he tried to control his own emotions.

"I didn't do anything" Nayra said with fear. Honestly, if Frans has started to tone high like this, Nayra also tried not to make her emotions higher.

"Meet me this afternoon" Frans said later.