Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 47

This year, it seems, winter will come sooner than in previous years. Temperatures drop dramatically at night, at least below 20 degrees even though they have not reached the 10-degree point. The city became quite cold covered in thin mist.

The light from the sleeping lights are still on, making Aishe room look warm even without heating. Making the woman sleep so good that it delirious and doomed Diego.

Diego himself was still in his original position, listening to every swearing Aishe spoke calmly. Although there is an occasional feeling of wanting to eat a woman who hides inside the blanket intact.

Until when did you stop cursing me?

Sunlight has greeted the eastern earth. Slowly crawling up showed his prowess. The temperature outside still hasn't changed in the slightest since the greeting, even though the sun is almost overhead.

The fingers flick out from under the covers, swirling the mattress looking for a cell phone. His eyes were half-open, looking at the cell phone clock showing 9:30. Instantly, he was aghast rising from his sleep and rushed to prepare.

His movements were quite nimble, running here and there picking up some of the things he needed to work. After all was ready, he went downstairs in a hasty step, until accidentally, his little finger fell on the foot of the table.

"Agh! ****! Fucking everyone! Goddamn bum! Aghhh! his curse complained to vent all his anger including the rest of the anger last night.

"Compose who?"

Diego's heavy voice that suddenly sounded in the ears managed to shock Aishe to the highest.

"Lord! When did ... come home?

Diego reluctantly replied, he moved his wheelchair closer towards Aishe. Then, he grabbed his hand to sit on the sofa.

"It's my house, what time you go home, it's up to me!" he said while lifting Aishe's leg and putting it on his thigh.

"Not bleeding, shouldn't hurt. Why are you yelling and cursing like that. Who do you want to curse? Your leg?" Diego looked at Aishe.

I want to curse you, sir. I wish I could do it directly!

Aishe quickly lowered her legs and smiled, "I-I've been better, sir. It was just ... just surprised."

"just?" Diego tilted his head and looked at Aishe in wonder. Looking at the well-dressed girl while wondering.

Where are you going this Sunday? Did Ashan tell him to go overtime?

"Where are you going?"

"Go work!" Aishe hurriedly opened the door and prepared to leave. But before his foot stepped, Diego reminded him of something.

"Work on Sundays?"

However, Aishe had already dashed out and closed the door. The girl's steps stopped as soon as she passed the door. He fell silent, then reached into his bag and picked up a cell phone.

The word 'Sunday' was quite large and clearly almost filled half the screen of his phone.

Ahh .. I'm stupid!

Aishe turned her head, looking at the closed door. Suddenly he hit his forehead and went back to self-cursing.

An idiot! You idiot!

At the same time, Diego opened the door looking at Aishe with his foolish actions. Two corners of his lips lifted up, wanting to laugh out loud, but held back with his hands. Especially seeing the red face of the girl who was trying to cover up.

"Come in, it's pretty cold outside!" Diego turned his wheelchair around and went inside, followed by Aishe who still kept his shy face.

"Breakfast first, after that I'll take you somewhere." Diego walked straight through the living room sofa and stairs, until he finally reached the dining table.

Some of the dishes were served on the table, looking quite tempting. There are Yumurtali Pide, Muhlama, salads, even processed meat with peppers. Material that was never on the table because Diego didn't like it.

Seeing that there was processed meat, Aishe as quickly as possible moved it. But he hadn't touched the end of the plate yet, Diego prevented it.

"I told them to cook for you" he explained without looking at Aishe's face.

"Why bother you, sir?" Aishe pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Diego.

"No. They were cooking breakfast for me, because the woman who used to cook was still sleeping. So all of you." Diego seemed to enjoy his breakfast.

"You're mocking me in the most elegant way, sir."