Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 117

Aishe –

It doesn't matter if we have to stay on the streets, it doesn't matter because we are together. But you chose to leave by force, bringing all your selfishness. You left a daughter who still needs you.

You, the worst father!

Diego pushed Aishe's body slightly away, so that he could wipe away all the tears dripping down his wife's cheeks.

"Don't cry anymore" he said. "You got me now. Have a fetus, which must grow healthy in order to be born."

The corners of Aishe's lips lifted up slowly. Diego's words are true, he already has a husband, as well as a prospective child that he must pay attention to his health and growth.

"Don't go, Die. Don't ever leave me like her." Aishe hugged Diego. He closed it very tightly.

"No, never will!" answer mean.

"You promised, Die."

"Yes, I promised. What, I need to step down from the chair of the president again now? I can accompany you at any time."

Diego's answer managed to make the mood of the wife back again. Aishe strongly pushed Diego's body, then hit the chest of the husband's field a little stronger.

"You wanna joke with me, huh? I'm talking seriously!"

Boxing after boxing Aishe threw into the body of the husband, but the man just kept quiet, not dodging or resisting. Diego laughs at receiving that loving blow.

Aishe was still beating Diego, when someone knocked on their inpatient room door and went inside. Two people who were joking on the bed immediately turned their heads.

"You guys, you're old still like a kid!" Mustafa walked closer to them.

Seeing Mustafa approaching, Diego immediately got up and stood beside Aishe. The flat-faced man with all that power turned out to be quite respectful Mustafa as a good friend of the father, as well as his teacher as a child.

"How are you doing? Is it better?" ask the old man with almost completely whitened hair.

"It's better, thank you for helping us." Aishe looked at Mustafa respectfully. "What ... can I call you Dad?" his question suddenly made the two men look at each other for a moment.

"It seems, there are no more secrets between you?" Mustafa raised two corners of his lips, looked at Aishe who was also smiling, then looked at the nodding Diego.

Mustafa gently placed his right hand on the crown of Aishe, then blew 3 times. "You can call me father, as you please, son."

"I have a father, Die! I have a father now!"

After saying that with a happy look, Aishe looked back at Mustafa who had released his hand from Aishe's head.

"Can I hug you .. Dad?"

"Of course, my son!"

Aishe happily got out of bed. He took Diego's right hand and clasped it, and he hugged Mustafa.

"You're a good boy, Aishe .. I mean, Ishe." Mustafa gently stroked Aishe's head. Aishe smiled with happiness.

Longing for dozens of years, today paid off with the presence of Mustafa. The old man Diego chose to be the adoptive father of his wife, who would later revive the father figure in his life.

"The doctor says you need a lot of rest!" Diego pulled Aishe's hand, which had been holding her hand since then, causing the girl to remove her crib from Mustafa.

"I've been resting since!" aishe protested staring at Diego's flat face.

"Diego's right, son. Lie down, you just got a blood transfusion." Mustafa tried to persuade Aishe gently.

"Good, Dad!" aishe replied enthusiastically, and went straight to her bed.

Seeing the response of the wife who immediately complied when Mustafa spoke, he could only sigh harshly.

It seems, this little wife of mine will be more obedient to her father. I have to make them so as not to meet too often after this!

"Ishe, it looks like there's something I haven't told you yet." Diego looked at Aishe who was smiling at Mustafa.

"What?" answer's short.

"Uncle Mustafa, Rehan's father!"

Aishe turned his head, looking at Diego who had been looking at him since.

Morning was bright .

Diego again waiting for coffee and flowers from Readers nih 🤭🤭🤭