My Paralyzed Husband's Desire
Chapter 8 Good Night My Husband

“What are you doing in my room, huh?!” pekik Abian, swallowed his saliva with great difficulty when he saw his wife's smooth back.

He immediately turned his face and pushed his wheelchair, keeping his distance from Anaya.

“What did you say? Your room?” ask Anaya.

“Iya my room,” replied Abian briefly.

Anaya fell silent. Isn't this the room that Mama Luna has provided for her? Even Theo said this was his room. Why is it Abian's room now?

“Ga need to lie! Obviously Theo said this is my room, not yours!” said it.

“Maybe your room is next door.” Alana tries to convince Abian that it was the wrong man to enter the room.

“Not you if you talk! This is definitely my room!” Abian is stubborn. He does not accept if his room is entered by a stranger. Although Anaya is not someone else but his legal wife in the eyes of law and religion.

Anaya was about to twist her body, but her feet stepped on the tip of her own dress. So that makes his body become unbalanced and finally the girl fell.

Brugh!

“Oh shits! What are you doing, huh?!” abian's wrath was held back. Especially at this time Anaya did not fall on the floor, but on his lap.

“M-sorry. I really didn't intentionally! I stepped on my own dress and-”

“It looks like you like falling on my lap huh?!” he said while holding something that began to rise behind his pants. “Sial! Ga maybe ‘does he wake up because of this cute and annoying girl?” but only in the heart.

“Keep away from my body, you are heavy!” Abian closed his eyes at a glance, then quickly pushed back Anaya's body.

“I'm sorry!” Anaya ran into the bathroom and closed the door firmly and locked it from the inside.

As for Abian, he only kept silent when he saw Anaya's back disappear from before him.

“Basic is not polite! How dare the girl enter my room without permission, then sit on my lap and wake-” Abian did not continue his sentence. He grimaced with pain as his under there began to feel tight. “Why should I wake up at a time like this,” murmured softly.

“Can't ‘kan if Anaya is the girl of the night?” not wanting to take a headache, Abian chose to go from there. Head to the balcony for a fresh breeze. After Anaya finishes her bath, Abian will try to talk to her.

Anaya regulated her breath that went up and down. Because again he made the same mistake. Falling on a man's lap and touching his sick vat.

“Haish! How humiliating. Why should I touch that part anyway!” Anaya continues to curse her own stupidity.

“Now how should I? Did I have to go out wearing only this towel? If Abian sees my condition for sure-” Anaya tries to brush off her dirty thoughts and starts to take off one by one the dress she wears.

Anaya went into the bathtub that he had filled with warm water and began to clean himself.

Finished with bathing activities, Anaya uses a towel that is already available in the bathroom. Who it belongs to, the girl doesn't care. He was cold now and had to get out.

Anaya opened the door a little and peeked. See if Abian is still there or not.

“Finally the annoying guy left too,” softly as he stepped slowly and settles down towards the walk in closed.

Anaya remembers that Mama Luna had prepared clothes for her in the closet. So, she opened it and started picking up one of her sleeping dresses.

“Oh my god!” pekik Anaya with wide gaping lips, in disbelief when he saw the dress. “What kind of sleep is this?” Anaya swallowed her saliva repeatedly.

A bed dress like a net is more similar in the name of a tofu strainer. Very thin and bright.

Anaya's face when this even reddened because so shy to imagine herself wearing the dress.

“Mama Luna must have bought it wrong. Yes, it must be.” Anaya put the dress back in place and started picking up different dresses.

“Where's dong? I had to wear one of them. Where the dress is all open, no one is closed at all,” shriek. Anaya thought for a moment and was forced to wear one of the dresses and covered it with a towel.

“Mama really did this on purpose. How can you try if Abian suddenly comes and attacks me?” Anaya twisted her body, intending to hide behind the blanket on the bed.

His eyes felt heavy, he was already very sleepy.

The girl paused her intentions and instead stayed in place with a pale face. He immediately folded both hands in front of his chest to close his assets. “Why are you still here?” anaya asked the man who was currently looking at her.

“Who wants to attack you, hm?” instead of answering Anaya's question, the man asked her back. Her face was even flushed like a boiled crab when she saw what Anaya was wearing.

“What do you see basic pervert!” Anaya throws a pillow at Abian's face and is pushed over by the man.

“Who did you say perverted? This is my room so I have the right to do anything here!” shouted Abian. “And that, why are you wearing such disgusting clothes? Do you think I'd be interested in your ugly body?”

“This, dress that mama Luna-”

“Don't ever expect you to be Madame Alfredo, Anaya Anderson! Because I will never fall in love with you. And this marriage is just a lie. I married you for being forced!” Abian looked at Anaya full of hatred.

To him, all women are the same. It was only good at first, but eventually they would hurt him again and again.

“You think I want to marry you?” Anaya defended herself.

Really, all the words Abian spoke made his chest tight and sore. He could receive harsh treatment from anyone, but not if he insulted himself like this.

What she hated was her husband. If you don't want to get married, why would Abian accept this fucking matchmaking?

“No need for many reasons! Change clothes now!” Abian runs his wheelchair towards the side of the bed.

“I have to wear what?” ask Anaya.

“Whatever you want to wear. Why even ask me.”

“Pinjami me your shirt,” Oozing Anaya with pleading tone.

“You think I provide women's clothing?” Abian tried to stand up from his seat, about to move onto the bed.

“Let me help,” said Anaya.

“No need! I can do it myself,” reject Abian. Although it was actually a little bit of trouble.

Usually Theo will help him. But from tonight he has to get used to doing it himself.

“You slept on the sofa and I was in bed!” said it.

“Ga wants! I can't sleep on the couch. My body can ache.” Anaya immediately sat down at the side of the bed without caring about Abian's words.

“Hey, get off the top of my bed! Don't mess with your body!”

Brugh!

Not Anaya's name if you just follow it. The girl immediately dropped her body onto Abian's soft bed. Then he turned towards Abian and smiled faintly.

“Goodnight my husband,” he said as he blinked one of his eyes at Abian and managed to make the man sit again on his wheelchair.

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