LOVE FOR A PARALYZED HUSBAND
CHAPTER 6 LIVING TOGETHER

Early in the morning the house had been visited by several cars. A teenager peeked at him behind the window. He was afraid to open the door when some large-bodied men kept knocking on his door.

"Mr Alvin, please open it" said one of the burly men. They see Alvin peering behind the window, making Alvin finally succumb to open the door.

"Master, come with us. The big lady told us to pick you up." The teenage boy was confused. Big madam who are they referring to?

"You mean what? I don't understand."

After explaining his intentions and goals, Alvin finally joined one car with them.

"Alvin ...." Nayra ran to hug her beloved sister. At the request of Rhianna who wants her sister to stay here, she also feels happy. He doesn't have to worry about Alvin being alone at home. Now they will meet every day.

Alvin slowly came to his brother-in-law who was in a wheelchair. He had never once greeted his paralysed brother-in-law.

"Hi, Brother Erland. Brother is very lucky to get my brother," he said proudly.

Erland smiled cynically. Any luck? Erland tickled herself hearing the words of the snot boy.

"What are we talking about, Alvin! Don't talk about the no." Nayra did not hear what her sister had said to her husband. He pinched his sister with anxiety. "You don't talk so much!"

"Of ...." His arm was pinched again making Alvin complain of pain. "I'm not talking recklessly, brother. I was just greeting him," he asked.

The waiter took Alvin to the room he had been provided for. Nayra pushed her husband's wheelchair into the room.

"I'm going to the backyard!" said.

He turned his wheelchair back to the backyard. The atmosphere there is cold. It is full of beautiful plants and flowers.

Nayra breathed in that fresh air with her eyes closed. Her hair seemed to be dancing in the direction of the wind that hit her beautiful hair.

"Nrt ..." The wind suddenly blew fiercely making the dress he was wearing at this time exposed all the way up. He tried to cover it up but it looks like Erland has already seen the contents of **********.

"Damn! I'm so embarrassed." Her cheeks as red as tomatoes held the shame. He was standing right in front of her, there was no way Erland could not see when his skirt was exposed. "Shameful!" Nayra ran while holding her skirt. He chose to sit in a long chair.

Erland held back a laugh at the hilarious behavior of his wife. He pushed his own wheelchair toward the sitting wife.

"Get me a drink!"

"Good, Sir." Nayra walks into the kitchen, but on the way she meets Dara.

"Where are you going, Nayra?" tanyakanya.

"You go to the kitchen get a drink." Dara looked at her friend with pity. He then pulled her into his private room. "Oh, why am I brought here, Dara. I have to—"

"Shut up for a second. I want to ask, actually you are actually husband and wife or not? Why do I look around You're still like a servant to him? Is your marriage legal or not?" ask Dara.

Nayra could not answer. This is both of their secrets. There's no way he's telling anyone else.

"Become, I am a wife. I should've served my husband."

"No! It's not like this, Nayra. She doesn't think of you as a wife" Dara said.

"I don't have much time, Dara." Nayra passed away. The woman could only stare at the back of her friend who was increasingly disappearing from her sight. Deep down, she feels sorry if Nayra is unhappy with her marriage.

"Nayra, what are you wearing why would Mr Erland want to marry you? You must have used—"

"Don't talk shit!" Suddenly Alvin came, the teenage man glared sharply at the servants who were insinuating his brother. "You don't slander my sister who doesn't."

"Easy-after. Alvin, Brother is okay." Nayra took Alvin away. He did not want his sister's emotions to become more.

"Sister, they've gone too far. Brother is often confused? I don't accept it!"

Nayra smiled as she rubbed her head slowly. He was lucky to have a brother like Alvin.

"That's it. Let it. Brother was never put to heart."

One glass of orange juice was finished. This is Erland's favorite drink.

"This, Sir." He gave the glass to Erland. But Erland did not accept it.

"Where are you! Why so long!" Erland was not tasteful, he did not want to drink the juice made.

"Sorry, Sir." Nayra could only apologize. There was no way he could have told the truth if there had been an incident in the kitchen just now.

"I asked, where have you been!" snapped it.

"Da-from the kitchen, sir." His hands were trembling, surprised by his snaps. Erland's anger no one can predict. He was afraid that the glass in his hand could have floated on his head or thrown from where.

PYARR!!!!

Just now he imagined the glass was floating, in fact it actually happened. He threw the glass on the ground. Even the orange water hit his leg.

"Can't if angry it's not just slamming! Hanger knows!" it's in the heart.

Nayra knew that Erland didn't like slow things. Because it can directly affect his mood.

Night as usual. Nayra was used to sleeping downstairs. A thick carpet had become his daily companion. It didn't take long for the woman to fall asleep. All day his body was very tired.

But unlike her husband who never closed his eyes. He glanced at Nayra who was sleeping behind him.

There are many things he is thinking about. The contents of his head seemed to be raging against each other inside. It feels useless. Paralysis that he experienced, made his activity stop. He can't even lead the company like he used to. If he forced his way into the office, it would be a lot of trouble for others.

"Mario, how's the company?" He typed something into his Mario assistant.

"Everything is safe under control, sir."

Mario is a confidant of his family. It's not wrong he hired someone like Mario.

"Tomorrow I'll go to the office."

Erland decided that from tomorrow he should return to the office. He cannot remain silent at home. Though shame always covers him. But he has a big responsibility. Moreover, one by one the assets owned by his late father will fall into his hands gradually.

"Dad .... Mother ...." murmured Nayra.

He heard Nayra calling his father and mother's names. It seems he was dreaming. Erland knew that Nayra was an orphan. He also sometimes feel sorry for Nayra who already has no parents. Losing a father is painful, especially if he loses both parents.