LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 30 GRIEF ERLAND

Arriving at the inn room, Nayra immediately stomped her legs alternately. His pangs spread to the groin. Also, her wrists are hurting because they keep holding the weight by pushing the wheelchair.

Seeing his wife in pain, Erland began to pity. He looked at his two feet that were not working. Troubling that person made him very embarrassed.

"Sorry, Sir. Let's get on the bed." Nayra realized that her husband was still in a wheelchair. He helped her to lie down on the bed.

"Sleep here" Erland pinta later. He deliberately lay on the edge of the bed making his side empty.

The woman immediately nodded, she picked up the blanket and then slept next to it. The room light had been turned off earlier, but she realized that her husband had not closed his eyes.

The gaze of his two eyes that continued to lead to the ceiling of the room made Nayra not stop paying attention.

"What is he thinking?"

Nayra instantly closed her eyes as Erland turned her head towards him.

"You haven't slept?"

Silence, no answer.

"Don't pretend to be asleep!" yells.

"Ehem. Yes, you haven't slept either" he replied.

They looked at each other in the dark. The beautiful eyes that Nayra had made her feel comfortable in looking.

"Is there something you're hiding from me?" asked Erland suddenly.

Both of his eyes instantly faded, shocked to hear the question.

"Hide what about, sir?"

Erland threw a glance, he slightly sighed. "Is there something you've been planning?"

DEG.

Nayra really did not know what Erland's words meant.

"I don't understand, Sir. I've been trying to be a good servant and wife to you. Serving you well also meets all your needs. I—"

"You're happy that we're going to split up?"

The deeper she looked at the face of her husband, whose face was now facing upwards. Just this time they spoke four eyes with a silent atmosphere also serious.

"Didn't the parting phrase come out of your mouth, sir?"

Erland looked back at Nayra's face, noticing that she looked beautiful even in the dark light.

"I'm paralyzed. I'm a crippled man. All my life I will trouble those closest to me. It's impossible for a woman to accept my imperfections."

THE TEST!

Her tears suddenly descended upon Erland's statement. Tonight he finally heard the words of sadness that Erland had been silent all this time.

"Mama insisted on marrying me to a woman without knowing her son's heart was deeply broken. Mama was so scared I'd live unaccompanied."

Suddenly her hand moved holding her husband's fingers, then grasped them tightly. She tried to strengthen even though she knew the clear liquid had been pooled earlier in her husband's eyes.

"Master, you're a good man. Sure will get a good companion too."

Nayra quickly wiped away her tears. He feels guilty now, his relationship with Frans has made him very sinful.

Although Erland himself said that they would be separated after a year of marriage, but Nayra should not still be in a relationship with a man while still a wife. But everything happened, he couldn't change it all. Frans knew about the marriage agreement between himself and Erland.

Hearing Nayra's reply, Erland came to a realization.

"It turns out you don't want to be my side, either, Nayra."

***

The next day, Nayra woke up with puffy eyes. He was quietly crying without a sound last night. Feeling sick at what Erland had been complaining about all this time. Seeing him still asleep made him feel very sorry.

He's a poor guy. Too bad good looks and wealth do not guarantee happiness.

The clock shows at 8 am, quite noon he just woke up when the sun was shining brightly.

He then glanced at his cell phone which he had placed in the drawer. When he opened his phone, there were a lot of notifications of incoming messages and missed calls.

One of the messages he opened was of course from his Frans-lover.

[Nayra, I'll give you your calculations later!]

Frans is certainly very angry, negative thoughts must have lodged in his head. Of course what he thinks is that he has done something here with Erland.

He tried to ignore, no matter the terror from Frans. It's a rare opportunity, enjoying the freedom of being able to get out of the house. Become Nayra as she is without pretending to be a happy married couple.

His bare feet stepped slowly towards the window, he flicked the curtains completely. Then look at the other buildings that are towering. Dense highways are also visible. Right at the red light, the four-wheeled and two-wheeled vehicle stopped neatly waiting for the turn of the lights to turn green.

Also seen are small traders lined up on the shoulder of the road. Selling good food that he thinks is not inferior to large food stalls.

One scene that made him silent to observe closely. There was a pair of grandparents who walked together. Both of their legs were not as strong as they used to be, but they continued to hold hands through the streets. A very romantic couple.

I don't think his eyes are starting to glaze back. That's the shadow he dreamed of with Frans. As her love is peaking, she is piecing together a beautiful future. But now, his love destiny seemed to be about to change. He did not know whose heart belonged to whom.

"Master, you're awake." When he turned around, he found Erland who had been sitting while leaning on the bed.

"Why not shower? Mama sent me a message that at 9 we're going somewhere. There's a driver who's gonna pick us up."

Hearing that, Nayra immediately ran towards the bathroom. He quickly cleansed his body. Not want to make Erland long wait because after replace Erland who took a shower.

His eyes did not stop glancing at the wall clock in the room. While waiting for Erland to finish bathing, he also did not forget to dress up as much as possible. His colored hair he decided to just tie it up, showing his neckline.

Her lips were covered with peach-colored lipstick. It looks natural on her clean skin.

"Sir, where are we going?" ask when they're out of the inn. They stood waiting for the driver to arrive.

"No idea" he replied.

His stomach felt empty, he felt hungry now. Nayra thought, they would have breakfast here first but it turns out they have to leave immediately.

A black car stopped right in front of them. The driver who picked him up yesterday at the airport is now the one who will deliver them again.

"Awww ...."

"Sorry, Sir." When entering and wanting to sit down, Nayra accidentally occupied Erland's hand which turned out to be in his seat. His hands were squeezed with both of his p*nt*tnya.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intentionally. Besides making your hand here, "gruggles later.

"You who sit don't use your eyes!" the shouts don't take it.