LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 3 MEETING THE LOVER

Nayra. "No. Not because of that." Nayra quickly let go of her hand. I don't want anyone to see both. Especially if the one who sees is a house person, Nayra could be in danger.

"Frans, I beg you to go home. We'll talk about this later. I promise I'll see you soon." Nayra drove Frans away while pushing her body away.

"Yes promise? I'm waiting for." Frans blinked his eyes and smiled broadly before leaving his lover alone there.

When she wanted to enter the building again, Nayra turned to her right and left. When the situation was safe, he slowly went inside.

"Where have you been?" Suddenly Erland was already sitting on a wheelchair. Nayra was confused to answer. Nor did he believe that Erland could get into that wheelchair without his help.

"Tu-sir, you—"

"I have been calling you. But even the waiter who came," he said with annoyance.

He sighed, in his heart thank goodness if a servant came.

"Hey, answer! Where have you been?" snapped it.

Erland could not speak softly, she always raised her voice. Nayra could not imagine what her marriage would be.

"Sorry, Sir. I went out for a while to get wind."

The man looked at her from top to bottom. This is the first time Erland has seen Nayra wearing a free shirt. Usually, he will wear a typical servant's clothes when working at home. Even his usual hair was tied up, now freely stroked.

"On the deal, you agreed, right?" asked Erland to make sure.

Nayra without a doubt nodded. Well, she'll be Erland's wife for a year. And after that she can go back into Frans' arms.

"Yes, Sir. I signed that agreement. Means that means I'm free—"

"No! You won't be free to do anything without my permission. Because what you do will have an impact on me. So don't try to do anything that would ruin my reputation. I'm a pretty famous businessman in this city, everyone almost knows me. So, you also have to be nice when you're outside."

The woman nodded obediently. She knew that being the wife of a businessman was not as easy as she imagined. Whatever will be done later he must think carefully.

"Hm, fine, sir. Means my duty—"

"Your job is still like a servant. And we have limits. I don't want to sleep in one bed with you. You just sleep downstairs." Erland again interrupted his words. So annoying.

"Huh? Whahuh? Besides being angry he's also very bad."

Patiently, Nayra nodded. It's okay to sleep downstairs, after all he's used to sleeping downstairs.

***

This morning Nayra had made an appointment with Frans, after he asked permission to leave on the grounds of wanting to see his sister at home. Alvin is still at home, he is alone there. After meeting Frans, he will also go home.

Nayra waited long enough, until the drink he ordered was almost finished. He can't wait for his girlfriend who is often nervous. Frans is rarely on time. That guy often pisses him off.

The figure of a well-built man entered the cafe. He was wearing a levis jacket with half messy hair. Looks like he just woke up and headed straight for here.

"For so long!" Nayra poked her lips. He doesn't have much time. Moreover, asking permission to Erland is difficult to ask for forgiveness.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I just woke up."

And sure enough, Frans has always done everything. Even meeting him doesn't make him excited.

"You really love me not really the same? Why do you feel like you're ignoring this relationship?" nayra asked with an annoyed look on her face. For years they had been in a relationship, never once Frans indulged him. He was always so funny.

"You ask? Do I love you or not? Who is that dear now? Me or you? You suddenly said you were getting married to another man all of a sudden. Who's feeling hurt right now?" Frans kicked the table slowly. He looked at Nayra with his fiery eyes. Honestly, his heart still hurts to accept the reality. But Frans' love for Nayra seemed to mask his great disappointment.

"I have no choice. I need a lot of money to send Alvin to school" Nayra said. He rubbed the corners of his wet eyes.

"Color money? Because your money is willing to exchange your love?" Frans smiled sungging. He shook his head in disbelief at Nayra's bold words. "Do you need money?" insinuations.

"That's it. I don't want to argue. I'll break up with her after a year of marriage. After that I'll be free from this marriage bond."

Frans is shocked to hear Nayra's confession. What really happened in her marriage. "you mean? You guys marry a contract?" tanyakanya.

Nayra threw away her face. He doesn't know if it's a contract marriage or not. But that's the deal Erland said.

"If you want to wait for me for a year please. But if you want to find another woman, that's fine." Nayra stood up, she wanted to leave her chair. I think there's been enough of a meeting this time with Frans.

Frans pulled her hand, she looked down at her two beautiful eyes. His heart wished they would be together forever.

"Don't leave me, Nayra. I love you so much." Frans' words made both his eyes glaze over. He also loved Frans, for he was the only one who would stand with him all this time. All the difficulties and problems that had befallen him so far, did not make Frans leave him. Although economically Frans did not always help him, but he always supported him through enthusiasm. Frans also does not have much money, he is just a private employee whose salary is not much.

Frans drove Nayra home. There was Alvin. Because it just so happens to be a holiday today. Alvin is home.

Although the relationship between the two has been going on for years, but Alvin does not seem to like Frans. He always dodged when Frans came.

"Your sister why don't you like me? Is it because I'm poor?" Frans was humble, Alvin had always been indifferent to him. But Nayra always said that Alvin was hard to get along with.

"You just don't know each other yet. Alvin never forbade me from getting in touch with you anyway. That means he doesn't have a problem with our relationship."

The clock shows at 10. We will soon be entering lunch time. He should be home soon. Preparing food for Erland. It's been too long outside.

"Why rush. I still miss." Frans did not want to separate, he still wrestled spoiled with Nayra.