LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 29 BOTH

Her body turned around, unwilling to face her husband. Instantly his cheeks instantly blushed red. It looks hot around his face.

"Let's take a shower ...." His hand was suddenly pulled by Erland, making Nayra finally enter the bathroom. He then helped Erland to sit in the bath up.

"Don't, Mr ...." Nayra refused to go in the bath up that two people could use.

Rejected by Nayra, Erland fell silent. He decided to clean his own body. Looking at Erland who seemed to be silencing him, Nayra suddenly acted out of the blue.

"Let's take a bath together, sir." Nayra stripped her clothes until she had left her underwear. He went into the pool of water containing the soap.

Erland did not blink her eyes looking at Nayra's body which turned out to be beautiful. Although not entirely plain, but it has made his manhood rise.

He swallowed his own saliva. Didn't miss a single moment of Nayra's movements. His white hands were clearly plastered before his eyes. His skin is also as white as milk. His hair was half wet from splashing water.

Not strong with the sensation of heat created by Nayra, Erland slowly felt the wall of bath up and began to creep up on Nayra's body.

And ....

THE !!!!

The bottle of shampoo he wanted to reach instead fell right in front of Nayra's feet.

Nayra immediately regained her senses and saw the shampoo bottle rolling almost on her leg. The daydream instantly broke.

"Bring here!" shouted Erland.

Nayra directly thrust the bottle of shampoo and stood back to its original place.

"Oh my God, Nayra. What are you thinking?"

After Erland finished her bath, she dressed herself.

"Hey ...." Erland touched her chin and made Nayra face face close to her. "Quick shower!" he turned him over and pointed to the bathroom.

Nayra woke up and went into the bathroom. Behind the door, he held his thumping chest.

"What does that mean? Why did he tell me to take a shower? What's tonight?" Nayra brushed off her dirty thoughts, she shook her head. There's no way that's gonna happen.

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A delicious dish was served on a small table in the room. They sit together near each other. Nayra first ate her food because she was hungry.

"Sir, you're not eating?"

"No lust, I'm just gonna go to bed." Nayra immediately got up and helped Erland to get on the bed.

But when he wanted to go back to eating, his phone suddenly rang loudly. A call from the number he recognized surprised him.

"French ...."

Erland watched Nayra as her wife did not pick up the call until the sound disturbed her.

"Who?" erland asked as his ringing had stopped.

Nayra immediately wavered and twisted her brain to think immediately.

"Hmm, I-this was my aunt," she answered somewhat flatly.

Erland did not immediately believe and asked Nayra to give her her phone. Obviously Nayra refused and that included a foul.

"Master, aren't we going to split up after a year of marriage? Of course our relationship also has distance, right?"

"You're starting to challenge me?" His voice rose and his face was red. He looked very angry and frightened Nayra. "Who are you, dare to set me up?"

When Nayra's guts shrieked, she fell silent and lowered her head.

Erland suddenly threw a pillow on the floor. "Sleep downstairs!" later orders.

The understanding Nayra finally took the pillow and chose to finish her meal first. One bribe after another landed in his mouth. He ate a lot tonight because of the rations from Erland, he spent too.

"Nayra!!!!!!" his screams echoed in the room. Nayra thought her husband had gone to sleep and had not slept.

"Yes, Sir. What's up?"

"I want to eat!"

DEG.

Instantly his chest immediately slipped. He swallowed his salivary which still had the flavor of a delicious meal.

"Sorry, Sir. The food's over." Nayra looked down fearfully not daring to look at Erland.

"Change your clothes and accompany me to eat out."

Nayra immediately raised her head and looked at Erland who seemed to be speaking in serious fashion.

"Wear to wear good clothes!" his orders again because he did not see Nayra move.

Lazy and a little sleepy, Nayra finally complied with her husband's request. He who was full and prepared to sleep was forced to come out of the room.

He wears a short-sleeved maroon red dress with knee length legs. While Erland only wears a casual t-shirt with shorts.

"Sir, where are you going to eat?" Nayra yawned while pushing her husband's wheelchair towards the elevator.

Erland directed to find a place to eat outside the inn. But with Erland who uses a wheelchair certainly very difficult for him. Moreover, the roads they pass are not always flat.

There was no waiter or driver to help them. They were on their honeymoon just the two of them.

The sweat that was dripping was kept hidden by Nayra. She didn't want her husband to know. They walk the streets through the sidewalk. Under the dark sky they walked both ways. There are many eyes that look at both. They think that they are a couple who love each other and accept each other's shortcomings.

"Stop!" His head turned to a small food stall that was empty of visitors. It was seen from the outside that there were only two customers who were eating.

"Want to eat here, sir?"

Her husband nodded and Nayra directly turned her wheelchair. His hand suddenly cramped as he no longer held the wheelchair. Now they were sitting at a table in the corner of the room.

One waiter came up to them and gave them a menu book. The neat-looking lady-servant was already on standby with the book and pen in hand.

"How much leftover is the food stock here?" erland's question made the two women look at each other clueless.

"Stock food, sir? There are many, "the servant replied.

"Compose all and how much in total."

DEG.

DEG.

"Master?" Nayra was confused but not with the waiter who had gone somewhere. "You want to buy everything? Who wants to spend it?" tanyanya.

Seeing Erland's gaze, Nayra immediately shut her mouth as she wanted to speak back.

"Shut up" said Erland.

Long enough they waited, until some servants came carrying some big plastic. They look on their very happy faces.

"Thank you, Mister. I am the owner of this shop, from the bottom of my heart I thank you for the kindness of Master and Miss." The old man whose hair had turned white looked down with respect and said a lot of thanks.

"I took a pack of food. The rest you share with people."

Nayra did not stop looking at her husband, she did not expect that the man who was next to her turned out to have a sincere heart.

"Good, Sir."

Erland was not only rich in treasures but also rich in heart.

"He's a really good guy."