Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 7

There are many Turkish dishes that can be made by Aishe. The girl, has been learning how to cook since the age of 6. Starting with food with, bread, to the main dish. Aishe is very proficient. 

Bread pide, became one of the dishes he would make this time. Bread with a crispy edge, baked with a temperature of 225 degrees, and processed meat in it are savory and sweet. Not only that, he also makes roaster chicken and vegetable salads that look tempting.

Dinner was smelled into Diego's room, and the man went into the kitchen to see Aishe.

"Ah, Sir." Aishe was shocked as she turned back, and saw Diego already at the dining table. "I've just wanted to call you."

"No need." Diego sounds tough.

"What do you want to eat?" Aishe took the dishes and the equipment. "I'll get it for you."

"Salads …."

Just salad? 

"You don't like my cooking? What you want, I can cook it again." 

"No need! Give it to me," Diego snapped.

Aishe had no power to force her, because after all, the man was the boss, as well as his savior.

"Tompeach cooking vegetables. I don't want any meat or chicken on the table." Diego focuses on salad.

"Ba-good." He nodded obediently without asking much.

Diego still enjoys Aishe-made salad, while Aishe still stands not far from the dining table. Suddenly, Diego's one question left Aishe a little shocked. 

"Why don't you ask your family for help?"

Diego's question looks simple, but it's hard enough for Aishe to give a satisfactory explanation.

"Dad died when I was one month old, and my mother died when I was 11." Aishe was bowed down, recalling some pieces of the past that had accidentally splashed out. 

"I too, have a strange power that makes the whole family from the father or mother's side ignore me."

Aishe's words made Diego wonder. What power does he mean? Obviously when meeting in looks desperate and fragile.

"What power is that?" diego decided to ask.

"I became transparent in front of them." Aishe smiled looking at Diego. The man who was also looking at Aishe, clearly knew that his smile looked bitter. 

"Master, actually without me saying, the connection you've got should be capable enough to figure out my family. Didn't we?"

Diego's face was upset. He wiped his mouth with a cloth and threw it on the table. Then, go by itself. Aishe tried to help push the wheelchair, but her hands were pushed aside.

Two weeks went by so quickly. The wounds on Aishe's face were slowly fading thanks to the natural mask she had made, guided directly by Google. The betting time was almost here, and there was no time for him to linger.

After making sure of a few things. Aishe tried to ask Diego for permission, for some outside business.

"Where are you going?"

"There are some important items that I have to take in the old apartment." 

Diego is seen sighing deeply, then calls Ashan and tells him to accompany Aishe. The girl refused and wanted to go alone. But because Diego gave him a warning, he could only obey.

The car they were riding in had been in the Karakoy area, and was speeding into the Baylosuites apartment. Luxury apartment with Ottoman-style design, located near the Galata tower. It is classified as an apartment with complete facilities and is suitable for residence at a relatively cheap price.

"What do you want to do, Miss?" asked the new Ashan I pulled the brake lever.

"I need to take something."

Ashan looked back, looking at Aishe who had been sitting sweetly in the back row seat. "Miss, I'm tasked with ensuring your safety."

Aishe let out a long sigh, then told Ashan about his plan. 

"Tell me the location! I'll go in and get your stuff."

"But …."

"Miss, Baylosuite is not a cheap apartment without strict security. You've agreed with Mr. Diego about your identity. If caught …."

"Well, well," interrupted Aishe, then began to explain a place to Ashan.

Ashan left after that, and immediately completed one of Aishe's tasks. Enter the apartment that Aishe and her fiance lived in first to find a piece of paper that he said was quite important.

Ten minutes passed ... twenty .. thirty, and the time was almost over an hour. But Ashan has not come out yet, making Aishe's anxiety become so.

On Monday at the end of the month, Farhan was supposed to be overtime at the office. But what I'm worried about isn't that. I'm afraid Farhan has changed his position.

Plans sometimes don't fully get the support of nature. Exactly what is happening at this moment. Aishe had predicted everything, but it seemed like God was not on his side.

Aishe saw Farhan walking out of the car, faster than his schedule should have been. Farhan's return clearly makes Aishe panic and tries to get out of the car to pick up Ashan. 

However, he did not open the car door wide. Ashan is seen exiting the lobby door while fixing his jacket. Seeing Ashen return, Aishe became relieved.

"I got it, Miss." Ashen gave Aishe a piece of paper. 

Receiving a piece of paper from Ashen made Aishe's smile expand freely. Unimaginable, it made Ashen wonder in his heart.

"Please take me to Shishane's area." Aishe stuffed that piece of paper into her pants pocket.

Ashan did not want to ask much, he preferred to directly drive Aishe and return home to report. 

Arriving to the desired destination. Aishe hurriedly descended, followed by Ashan. Walk a few steps past two tall buildings, until they reach a place.

"Master, I want to take this." Aishe handed the piece of paper to the guard. 

"Okay, I'm ready."

It wasn't too long for the shopkeeper to prepare what was written on the paper. Until he finally came back with a few stacks of black velvet boxes.

"Miss, your stuff."

After a look, the place turned out to be the largest pawnshop in Karakoy. Apparently, Aishe had secretly put some jewelry in the pawn shop just in case, and apparently it was quite useful.

Aishe came home with almost 50 thousand Lira cash, which he got from the proceeds of selling his jewelry. Not only that, apparently he also brought some items such as bags, clothes and cosmetics.

...☆TBC☆...