My Husband is Not a Disabled Man
Sure can be Mia.!

"Like her grandfather won't last long Mia. Except... Unless you give us a great-grandchild."

"A great-grandchild! Give us a great-grandchild!

Ask Garra. Get him to cooperate!"

The word kept Mia in mind. "Mia will carry out the cake. Mia will try. Grandpa must endure. Grandpa must heal!" Mia determined.

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The afternoon had changed, the sunset rays in the western horizon had disappeared changed dark, as well as the face of Mia who had just finished her bath.

Sort out a shirt. Clothes prepared by the waiter. Unmitigated, the two large cabinets had been since a few days after Garra's recovery, had been densely packed with clothes for Mia.

But base Mia, none of them touched her. None of which glimpsed him. Mia is still loyal to the clothes from Kuncoro's house.

But this evening, Mia was busy trying on this shirt. I don't know how many clothes he wears and then change again. Replace and replace again, while continuing to grind.

"What is the shape of this shirt? Not yet finished sewn. No patience, play on sale."

"Actually, who makes what buys a fool?" Mia thinks.

Pingin! Even though he himself is stupid.

Ah, Mia.. Mia´s..

Finally, Mia stopped at a choice. The clothes that according to him are still appropriate to say are ready, even though they are open on the shoulders and thighs.

Then try thin makeup in accordance with what he had peeked at Jihan and Yuri when at his father's house first.

Turn around in front of the mirror.

"I'm not beautiful?" playing the ends of her hair.

Then sit on the edge of the bed, glancing at the wall clock there.

"Where is young Garra? Why late?" There's a sense of impatience. Maybe Mia kangen. Or can't wait to convey Grandpa Abian's wishes.

I don't know.

Vaporized many times. Then move closer to the sofa. "Can't be sleepy, can't be. Must strong. I must try hard, seduce the young master. To tell me. To cooperate with me."

While beyond , in the spacious courtyard of Mahendra's house is also. Garra was seen coming down her car. With a white shirt that rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, the two open top studs made his appearance so cool. Walked in haste towards the inside. Then climb the stairs quickly. What makes Garra look rushed? Mia is definitely the answer.

Today, he was nearly two hours late. Two hours for us, two weeks for Garra.

Garra gave a rough snort when she reached the door of her room. Stop for a moment, set his breath first so as not to be seen if he has walked a little run.

Rubbed his face with a handkerchief, then did not forget to tidy up his hair, although it still looks random.

Ceklin...!!

Open the doorknob, "Mia baby..!!"

There's no answer.

"Mim..!!" her eyes went through the bed.

"Where's Mia? What shower?" glancing at the bathroom door. A little open indicates if there are no inhabitants.

Garra stepped up, putting the bag on the table. Then sit on the edge of the bed. Take off his shoes and socks. Then grab a towel and shower as soon as possible.

He could already guess, if Mia was in his grandfather's room. Garra's impatient feeling to just see the woman.

Garra was done, immediately took a change and changed. Step in front of a mirror to comb.

Garra stared at the shadow in the mirror, there was her shadow and there was another suspicious shadow behind the shadow. Right at the end of the couch, like a leg. Seamless, level. Garra quickly regained her senses and looked over.

"Oh my God.. !! Mia..!" Garra comes to the sofa. In his view Mia was already lying helpless there with the second position snoring stuck at the end of the sofa and both calves were unraveling just like that.

A soft snoring sounded.

"Mim..!!" Garra touched that cheek. The owner of the cheek squirmed, then opened his eyes.

"Young master! Im sorry. I waited for the young master, but instead fell asleep. My makeup. My makeup..!" Mia panicked, running to the front of the mirror. Fixing her makeup.

"Well, why did he fall asleep.. Her makeup is ruined." complained Mia.

Garra stared in astonishment at Mia's change. Mia's outfit, Makeup.?

Question marks on Garra's brain. "Is something wrong?"

All this time Garra knew, Mia did not want to make-up. Garra has suggested, even promising to buy a private salon for Mia. But Mia refused.

And tonight, then,

"Yes God... My beautiful wife? How'this? I can forgive you like this." murmured Garra. Swallowed her Saliva violently, rounding her eyes looking at Mia's neck and thighs that opened almost to her base.

In added Mia stepped slowly towards him with a sweet smile as sweet as sugar.

"Young master..!" ******* ***** wrap his fingers in front of his own chest.

Trying to be flirtatious means.

"Have the young master come home from earlier?" Mia approached pasting her hand on Garra's chest. 'Why is his chest so? Young master is afraid, isn't he? Don't make my makeup wrong. Don't look scary.' look in the mirror again. Self-assuring. 'No.'

"Young Master! Why didn't you wake me?"

Garra stuttered, waking up from her traveling.

"Mia´s.. You're so pretty." That's all it can say out of Garra's mouth. The rest is just a sense of excitement that cannot be spoken by words. Garra's body looks a little shaky when Mia's hand touches her breast skin.

"Here..!" gently pull Garra's hand, demanding to the edge of the bed. Garra said, with eyes that could not be separated from Mia.

"Young master.. Do you want to eat first?"

"Tu. no. Just go ahead."

"Yes, later. There's something more important."

Garra gawked, looking at Mia's serious face. Sweet Mia disappeared changed sad look.

'Will the train tempt me? Why become shahdu like this?'

"Mia.." trying to guess.

"Pst.. I was once sir. There are things I want to get to. It's important." cut.

"What's Mia.?" so curious.

"Jawab first. Do I look pretty?"

"Yes.. Beautiful, very pretty.."

"Ah, fine. Young master. Do you know that Grandpa is very sick now?"

"Well! Isn't Mia?" Garra thought, wasn't Grandpa okay yesterday. The doctor said, There's nothing to worry about, right?

"Young master. Grandpa asked me something."

"What's Mia.?"

"Say, I must ask the young master. Young master who can help me."

"What is Mia..?" increasingly curious.

"Squeaks!"

"Well! Whahuh? Grandpa did say how?" Garra jerks.

"Grandfather said, couldn't take it anymore. Unless I can give her a great-grandchild." Mia's countenance is getting sadder.

"Young master. Help me. Help me make a great-grandchild for Grandpa. Young master will help me, tell me how?" mia welding.

Hearing his wife's unintelligent speech, Garra not his laugh even furious.

Screaming in the heart. 'Grandfather... can usually take advantage of my wife's insolence..!!'

"Young master. Please lah. Kasian grandpa is old. I also want to be devoted to him. Can ya?? I promise I'll do whatever the young master wants to tell me." Mia is getting louder.

"Young one.." pulled Garra's arm.

"Can you? Want ya..?" whimper.

"Yes... Yes, Mia can. I want to." answered Garra, inexplicably nervous.

"Really?" Mia happy.

"certain Mia.. Sure do. But you really have to do anything." Garra was happy too. Finally, the opportunity came.

'Ah .. grandpa . Thank you for your effort.' Garra does not blame her grandfather. Staring at Mia who was breathing a sigh of relief.

"How is. Mia wants to do anything?" ask Garra.

"Ready! Ready young Master Garra. I'm ready to do anything." replied Mia. In his heart, it is not in vain that he tonight dressed up completely according to him, just for the sake of seducing Garra to want to help him, to want to tell her.

Mia´s.