Marrying the Paralyzed
Chapter 51

The waiter and the driver were silent because they were confused about what to say. They don't like Katty's very rude attitude towards Melinda.

”I ask for help, this problem should not be known by Grandpa or Mas Raka. I don't want to make my family even more hated by Grandpa and Mas Raka,” Melinda said.

They both agreed. However, in their hearts they did not accept the incident.

Melinda daydreams about her life being too much of a trial. Katty's attitude towards him is quite outrageous and hopes that in the future Katty can appreciate him as an older sister like most people in general.

“Young Miss, after this Young Miss want to go where?” ask the driver.

“Just go home, Sir,” Melinda replied and sighed which felt heavy.

Melinda wanted to rush back home, she was afraid that her husband would arrive home and he would not be around.

Arriving home, Melinda ran to the elevator.

When Melinda went into the room, apparently the husband was already in the room and was smoking on the sofa.

“Mas Raka is home?” melinda asked half in surprise.

“Of course, I can't go home? Where are you from, by the way?” asked Raka coldly.

Melinda smiled as she placed her groceries on the table. Then, sit right next to her husband.

“I ran out of minimarket, Mas Raka. Buy pads, vitamins and some snacks,” replied Melinda.

“Self?” ask Raka flat.

“No, Mas Raka. Ma'am and Pak driver also took me,” Melinda replied to her husband.

Melinda accidentally saw a cell phone box on the nightstand.

Because Melinda saw him, Raka told her that she had bought a cell phone for her wife, Melinda.

“Take it, it's the phone for you,” Raka said without wanting to see Melinda's facial expression.

“Really? Mas Raka bought it for me?” tanya Melinda made sure while walking towards the nightstand to see her new phone.

“Grandfather would be angry if he knew I had ruined your ugly phone. And not only that, Grandpa will also be angry because we both do not exchange phone numbers,” concluded Raka.

Melinda thanked me with great enthusiasm.

“Thank you, Mas Raka. I'm very happy,” Melinda said telling me how she felt.

“Eittsss, you don't be happy just yet. I do not give the phone for free, of course there are conditions,”, Raka told Melinda.

“Terms? What Terms Mas Raka?” Melinda was confused.

“The condition is that every time you want to go must report to me,” replied Raka and returned to smoking cigarettes in her hands.

“Mas Raka take it easy, I will comply with the requirements of this Mas Raka.”

“Alright, then massage my back now!” Raka's orders.

“Back Mas Raka why? Do I need to apply oil?”

“I ask you to massage my back instead of applying oil to my back,” Raka explained.

“Sorry, Mas Raka. I am too happy and also too excited.”

As Melinda wanted to massage her husband's back, Raka suddenly gestured for Melinda to stay standing away from him. The confused Melinda immediately asked the reason of her husband who instead told her to stand up.

“What's up, Mas Raka? Didn't Mas Raka want a massage?”

“Do you not see, I am smoking now. Stand there until my cigarette runs out,” Raka orders.

“Good, Mas Raka,” reply Melinda obeyed her husband's order.

Raka smokes a cigarette in her hand very casually and after that, she asks Melinda to take her to the bathroom.

Melinda thoughtlessly agreed to her husband's request and led him to move into a wheelchair.

“Where are you?” raka asked as Melinda wanted to get out of the bathroom.

“Mau out, Mas Raka.”

“Who let you out of here? Now, help me wash my feet and also brush my teeth!” Raka's orders.

Melinda agrees and does what Raka tells her to do.

When she finished, Melinda pushed her husband's wheelchair out of the bathroom and helped him lie in bed.

“You what?” asked Raka coldly.

“Didn't Mas Raka want his back in massage?” asked Melinda who was getting ready to massage her husband's back.

“Mas Raka want what fruit?” ask Raka who wants to know what fruit will be enjoyed by her husband.

“Color,” answered Raka briefly and closed her eyes.

Melinda was very confused by the fruit her husband wanted.

“Mas Raka take it easy, I will bring the fruits to the room,” Melinda concluded.

Melinda rushed off to get out of the room.

“There can we help you, Young Miss?” asked one of the waiters when they saw Melinda opening the refrigerator and looking for something.

“Mbak, where are the fruits placed? Coincidentally Mas Raka was wanting to eat fruit,” said Melinda because she did not find fruits in the refrigerator.

“Young Miss, the fruits are right over there!” The female servant pointed towards the table.

“Why put it there?” melinda asked as she looked at the fruits.

“Looks like Young Miss doesn't know yet,” said the maid.

“Not yet know what it means?” ask Melinda curious.

“Every day the fruits here are replaced with new ones, Young Miss. For example, if these fruits do not run out yes of course we will eat and we will buy them a new one.”

“Means buying using money Mbak?”

The waiter laughed while shaking his head.

“Of course not, Young Miss. The Great Lord gives us money every day for the purposes of this house. Big Master and Young Master always consume fresh fruits,” he said.

“Really? The life of the rich is completely different,” said Melinda trying to understand her new life in the luxury house.

Melinda patted her own forehead and hurried to pick a fruit for her husband to enjoy. There are 3 kinds of fruits that Melinda choose, namely mango, dragon fruit and apples.

“How long was it?” raka asked Melinda who had just entered the room.

Melinda was silent and did not answer.

“Suami asks and it is mandatory for the wife to answer,” said Raka.

A sweet smile was clearly visible to Melinda when she heard Raka's words.

“Stop smiling like that! You don't think that no-no,” said Raka who was wrong to see Melinda's sweet smile.

“Mas Raka is funny if it is like this,” said Melinda who was very happy to see the expression of her husband's face.

“You think I'm a clown? Quickly bribe me!” Raka's orders.

Melinda was stunned for a moment when she heard Raka's orders. With trembling hands, Melinda fed the fruits she had cut into her husband's mouth.

“Your hand is shaking, are you nervous about feeding me?” ask Raka flat.

“You could say so,” replied Melinda timidly.

Raka laughed off seeing Melinda's face expression that looked so stupid.

Melinda's face was red and as much as possible Melinda covered with her left hand.

“No need for you to cover up, just using the straw hole I can see your reddened face. Do you like me?” asked Raka curiously.

Just as Melinda wanted to open her mouth, Raka suddenly spoke something that made Melinda somewhat irritated.

“Dreams. Either way you are not my type and most importantly I will never fall in love with you,” said Raka who unknowingly made Melinda sad.

Melinda tries to look okay and tries not to be affected by what Raka tells her.

“Mas Raka is also not my type,” chirps Melinda.

Raka looked up at Melinda in anger.

“Why? Is it because I'm a paralyzed man?” ask Raka.

Melinda was shocked and felt guilty. Not that she meant to say what her husband, Raka, thought.

“Mas Raka misunderstood, I didn't mean it that way.”

“Enough. I don't want to hear a trashy explanation from your mouth. Now you better get out of this room!” raka's orders are loud.

Melinda then also waltzed away following her husband's orders.

I was too embarrassed to express my feelings to Mas Raka. Had I told you my feelings, surely Mas Raka would have said something bad about me. (Inner Melinda)