Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 115

After seeing Aishe fall asleep. Diego let go of his arms and got out of bed. He was seen reaching into his pocket picking up a cell phone, then walking a little away while contacting someone.

"Master ..." A faint voice from Ashan sounded from behind the phone

"Say."

"Secretary Max stopped us. He even waited until the doctor diagnosed Guzel."

"Yes, the woman beside Max is always persistent in her work." Answer Diego briefly. "Antar Guzel is back if he's already feeling better."

Apparently, in order to outwit Max's men who watched his movements, Diego deliberately took Guzel away with him who happened to be having a fever at the time. In fact, he had Guzel wear clothes that were almost the same as Aishe.

Diego manages to escape Max's spy this time, but what about next?

An hour later Aishe had fallen asleep, now he opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was the face of a man, who two months ago had already assumed the status of a husband. She looked at Diego's face, so fixed that she didn't care if she didn't close her eyes.

"Why? Why look at me like that?"

Aishe instead of answering, covered Diego's lips with her index finger. "Sstt, suck! Why speaking?" his protests were heard harboring aggravation in each of his words.

Of course Diego immediately frowned, as if he did not accept being treated like that. But in the end, he just kept quiet, until the wife was satisfied to look at him.

"Well, let's get up!" Diego got up first. "It's noon, you haven't eaten anything since morning," he continued, helping his wife sit on her back with a pillow.

"But I'm not tasteful, Die." Aishe looked at Diego, showing off a face of compassion for the man to understand. But Diego just stared at the face at a glance, then pushed the Overbed Table to the side of Aishe and pulled out the contents of the paper bag that was half an hour ago brought by Rehan.

One by one Diego took out the contents of 3 paper bags. Starting from up to the favorite duck of the wife. Delicious, savory fragrant bushes mixed into one in the room. But not one bit to his wife's taste.

"I don't taste it, Die?" Aishe looked at the husband sitting on the edge of the bed.

Diego popped his ears, looked at Aishe for a moment, then sighed. He tore the bread pide with his hand, added a piece of meat on top and poured it out.

"Eat, for our son, baby. Let him be healthy and grow well in your stomach, okay!" persuade Diego very patiently.

Aishe slowly put both hands on her stomach. 'I have a baby now.' He pondered for a moment, thinking about the fetus that was in need of a lot of nutrients to develop, before finally looking at the hand of Diego who was ready with food.

He slowly opened his mouth, receiving a mouthful that came directly from the hand of the husband.

"My wife is so smart!" Diego drew his lips closer, slashed the gap quickly, and landed his lips right on Aishe's forehead.

Diego picked up a spoon, then took the still-warm Mercimek soup and returned to feed Aishe.

"You're good at cheating, too, honey."

"When did I trick you?" Aishe's tone was slightly elevated, not accepting when Diego called him a fraud, because he felt he had never cheated him.

"You forgot? At our first dinner, you were talking about your mom and dad, and about you being transparent."

Gluey! Aishe swallowed his saliva. It was months ago, though at first he guessed that Diego might have found out the truth. But he did not expect, if the man would discuss it this time.

"When did you know?" Aishe looked seriously at the husband's face.

"From the beginning."

Since early? From the beginning she knew that I lied to her about my father dying of depression losing his mother. "Then why don't you stop my lies first?" Aishe was still staring at Diego, see how the man would react.

Diego was not angry at all. His demeanor looked calm, even as Aishe looked at him with sharp eyes. He shook his hand, grabbing the strands of hair on Aishe's forehead with his left hand.

"Because I don't want to discuss the wound, which you try to cover as best you can. The death of your father and mother, is a wound that you do not want to touch even though it has dried up," she explained gently, so soft that it made Aishe full.

"Why are you good to me, Die?"

"Why?" Diego returns to pick up the soup and feeds Aishe. "Because you managed to get my attention. Is this answer satisfactory, my wife?"

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