My Husband is Not a Disabled Man
We're the same!

Today Garra's lips are not separated from the smile. The happy face continues to be engraved further adding to the good looks that are actually full of charisma. Yes, out there, in his more appropriate company two years ago, Garra is a handsome man figure Cool and authoritative as the leader of his late father's replacement company.

No, but if it's next to Grandpa and his grandmother.

Garra is still a sweet and pleasant grandchild for them. Laughs and even sleeps with them. Always obedient and agree to whatever Grandpa's request.

His spoiled attitude was so great, or maybe because Garra was the only grandson of Abian or Abian's grandfather. Might as well. Abraham had no children until now. Whether who is barren, Abraham or Sintia, Males also wants to care.

Abian and wife, not so fond of them because of their greedy and selfish attitude. Abian or Abian's grandfather had actually been suspicious of Abraham about sabotage or manipulation or what Abraham had done so far, in the house that actually was absolutely owned by Bastian Kuncoro.

For Abian, Abraham was just like a parasite, more precisely the parasites that always ride. No, not. but snakes . His wife? Call it a female snake.

Ah, only humans who have no morals. It has been trusted but used. The one who achieved this success was Bastian. Again Bastian, not the inheritance or the hereditary treasure of Abian. Nope..But it was Bastian who pioneered from the beginning, from bottom to top, even top once.

Then embrace the destitute Abraham. Disadvantaged because of quality.

Abraham was arrogant, did not want to care about Bastian who was still difficult, especially with his parents, because he had married Sintia, the daughter of a rich man. Bastian married his mother Garra, a poor girl.

But things turned around. Sintia's parents are broke. Then the lives of Abraham and Sintia became kere. So kere instead, because it is entangled in the debt of the Sintia parent's legacy. And Bastian then embraces her. Tell her to stay in her big house, take care of her company together.

Butwhat? Abraham was jealous, Abraham was spiteful. Added influence of Sintia. As a result, his animal attitude was stirred. Throw out all means for the sake of mastering his brother's treasure. Many of his rottenness has not been smelled, has not been uncovered. One of them is related to Garra's single-parent accident.

Ah, it's been. This is just the typo typo scattered, which is deliberately slipped to multiply the word.

Ho ho hooo. Sorry sorry, that's not it. Not , but we also need to know a little about them. Specifically, who's Abraham, who's Bastian. It's not about the seizure of the inheritance. Again not.

Because this property belongs to Bastian who of course he must inherit to his son. It's not Abian's treasure or Abian's grandfather that should be in for two.

Ah, well, we go back to young Lord Garra who still looks happy. It was even happier when he glanced at Mia who had just walked out of the bathroom. Already changed, of course in the bathroom. Because since the incident of Mia's carelessness that has been caught by Garra, Mia became traumatized. Choose to prepare a change first and bring it directly to the bathroom.

That sweet face without makeup looks so beautiful in Garra's eyes.

Then Mia combed her hair that was deliberately not wet her and tied her up by lifting high and rolling her up. Not deliberately showing off the neckline, but it seems like it has become a habit since childhood.

But for Garra, Mia's kathrok appearance instead makes her more lustful about the girl. Illegal, aka natural beauty without makeup, without stretching without smotingan without pedicure or the like.

Seeing Garra occasionally glance at her, made Mia ask. "I'm ugly, sir?"

"Little."

"Thank God. I think it's too ugly. Afraid the young master's eyes hurt from watching me continue. Because I'm only here."

Garra smiled, "Here." patted the mattress next to her.

Clumsyly Mia stepped up, just according to her. Actually, her usual Mia was never awkward. Not just sitting next to Garra, even approaching , embracing is common in doing. But since Garra could move her hand, since Garra could talk, Mia was awkward. Afraid Garra is holding her. And Garra was impressed in Mia's eyes.

"What do you think of Abraham's request?" Garra asked, asking Mia's opinion.

"Abraham Abraham, Uncle!" exclaim Mia.

"Yes Uncle I mean. Uncle curse."

"Hus, it can't be like that. If there is someone wrong, we have to wake him up, not even do it. That's not good. Only God can judge and judge the young master!" mia's Speech.

"Consider. Then what about your Kuncoro family. Didn't you do it, too? They've treated you no good. They sold you out..?"

Mia lowered her head, feeling that Garra's words were indeed true. Mia suddenly became a hypocrite. While at her father's house, despite being constantly hurt, Mia still forgives them. Keep loving them. But after the sale of her, not denied by Mia, Mia hates them. Cussing them.

"Hows it? Still don't hate them?" ask Garra again.

"That's another thing young master. Our case is another." - Mia.

"Just the same. Our fate is the same. You don't care, not considered by your family. Oppressed, last on sale. As for me, you know for yourself even. Almost dead, paralyzed like this. Just because what tried? Again treasure. I think your family sold you out because of that too, right?" Garra turned her head, glancing at Mia's lowered face. There was regret on that face. Regrets for living in the middle of the evil Kuncoro family.

There is pain in Mia's heart. And Garra is able to feel.

But the hand quickly shifted away, then Mia raised her hand, now instead holding her. Garra immediately blushed, embarrassed. Indirectly got a subtle rejection by Mia.

"Our fate is the same Mia. Just a different story." said Garra, eroding his shame.

"Different!"

"Yes!"

"Obviously different." Mia's getting louder.

"Just be it." Garra ngot.

"Different young master. I was sold, and the one who bought it was Young Master. Hah. right, young master bought it." Mia's voice was loud.

"Just boy. Abraham bought it." - denied Garra.

"For whom?"

"Yes.. Yeah for me?"

"Hem, who's the money?"

"Money? It's my money, the company's money maybe." replied Garra.

"That's right. So this is my case, you're involved too. You do want me and Secretary Ang to help you. Isn't that so, sir.?" it was like an emphasis on cornering Garra.

"Mia´s.. It's better that way, than if I'm marrying someone wrong. I had no choice but to face the cunning Abraham. Yes, don't talk about it anymore. We are talking about Abraham's will. Why where the hell is it?"

"Young master started it!" Mia was so upset.

"You're Mia... I was just asking for an opinion on Abraham. You're saying, uncle can't be this way, that's it."

"The young master continues to spread everywhere, even alluding to the problem of selling myself." Mia is getting louder.

"Sstttt. He said this healing must be in secret. How do you talk even tight?" Garra put her index finger right on Mia's lips.

"Huh, what the hell?" Mia immediately brushed off Garra's hand.

"Mom... Someone is knocking on the door." said Garra. Mia quickly turned her head towards the door and it was true that the door was knocked by someone.

"Well!" Mia immediately stood up, raising Garra's feet without permission.

"Quick-forward, act..!" Mia was nervous, grabbing a pillow and putting it behind Garra's back. Positioning Garra's body like Garra can not yet what like yesterday.

"Remember! Don't make a sound and move. Whatever happens!" mia's Message.

Garra nodded.

"If Abraham had come and asked about the signature how?" ask Mia. Forgot, I was discussing the matter but was arguing.

"Say I'm not ready. Not ready to make plans. Open the door."

(?.) Mia´s.

Mia finally walked over to the door.

***connect.....!

Nb**: the author is deliberately different from the author's previous work.

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Hope entertaining...!!!