Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 121

"Ugh, Ishe." Diego groaned occasionally, then again grabbed Aishe's lips and pounded them freely without knowing the limits.

Outside, the cold again enveloped the city. The occasional wind blew, blowing cold air into various directions. Trying to tell people how cold the air was outside this afternoon.

Aishe occasionally looked up, with a slight complain of staring at Diego. "Not yet? I'm tired, Die!" he said he slightly blushed holding a long, stiffening object belonging to Diego.

"Repent? You volunteered to massage my feet!" Diego pulled Aishe's chin and kissed her lips.

Aishe also did not want to lose, he took off his two hands that had been struggling, busy massaging Diego's legs. Then sit on the thigh of the husband and put his hand on the neck.

"Why do you always dominate?" said Aishe who then bit Diego's ear lobe.

"Basic, you naughty Little Thief!" Diego's whisper is right in Aishe's ear.

Time passed by so quickly, that it was not felt, a year had almost passed since Aishe was accidentally killed by his former fiancee in May last year. It all seemed to go so fast, she lasted 59 days, met Diego, avenged her, until.

Yes, for others maybe 10 months is a short time. But for Aishe, not at all. Ten months was the time when he was forged all-out by fate. Forced to be a tough and fashionable woman. Forced to stand up and shoot. But of all the things that are forced, there are actually feelings that flow without him knowing.

That is love. Feelings that do not know when it comes. Right, maybe it is. No one is aware of it, it always comes quietly, and once you are aware, it is deep and rooted.

The breeze of the spring breeze blew, carrying the fragrance of blooming flowers, green leaves that began to grow, and carrying cold air to the other hemisphere.

Aishe was sitting on the sofa, with the heating of the room lit, a special cup of milk for pregnant women who bought the husband, as well as his favorite snack. Sometimes he looked over, staring at the door that never opened from the outside.

His breathing sounded so clear, that Guzel who was walking behind him turned to look at Aishe.

"You're waiting for Mr Diego to come home, Miss?" Guzel's question made Aishe look back, looking at a girl who was younger by about 5 years.

"What looks clear?"

Guzel slightly laughed at the behavior of Miss Muda who looked quite funny. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you." Guzel hurriedly closed his mouth.

"No problem. You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not that scary, am I?" Aishe let out a small laugh, seeing Guzel's face being frightened.

"Your name is Guzel?" Aishe was still trying to look at the girl's face carefully.

"Y-yes, Miss. I'm Guzel."

"Aunt Nie must be happy to have a child as beautiful as you." Aishe smiled, looking at Guzel who slowly raised his head. "Thank you for helping us out back then, Guzel."

Aishe's words succeeded in making the 22-year-old girl's cheeks flushed slowly, and her two corners lifted. "It should be, Miss."

Just as Guzel replied, the door Aishe had seen since had slowly opened. Seeing Ashan walk in pushed Diego who was sitting in his wheelchair, making Aishe rise from his couch. He ran like a child, approaching Diego who had just returned home.

"Why are you taking so long? You brought something for me?" Aishe glanced at Ashan's hand which only the husband's briefcase could see.

"No. You want something? Why didn't you call me?" Diego grabbed Aishe's hand and rubbed and kissed her.

Feeling insensitive, Aishe shook Diego's hand. His forehead was slightly wrinkled, with his lips that were manyuning forward. Somehow his heart was a little hot, upset with Diego's insensitivity. In the end, he went to grieve his disappointment.

"Sleep out tonight!" he said as he walked away from Diego.

"Russia, Ishe. What fault?" Diego got up from his wheelchair, about to catch up with his wife. But Aishe hastily forbade it.

"Stop there, don't follow me! Ask Ashan what's wrong!"

Gluey! Ashan swallowed his coarse saliva after hearing Aishe say so.

Miss, why are you carrying my name again? Aahh .. I think I need overtime today!

Moody-an si eneng nih 🤣🤣

Who here often waits in the hands of the su sir when he comes home from work???

The singles just read aja yak 🤣