Serving a Paralyzed Wife
1. Betrayal and Accident

The night wind blows peace. The sound of the car's roar was smooth almost inaudible. The car with a metallic black gloss slid into a courtyard of a European-style mansion, and stopped right in front of the lobby.

A short-sleeved black-clothed man who was the guard of the house ran over. With a polite gesture he opened the car door until the driver came out, swinging his legs elegantly.

Narendra Hutabarat, the man gave a small nod to the guard to thank him, then sauntered up the steps in the lobby before entering the house.

He took off the black coat he was wearing, folded it and then attached it to his hand. The man calmly entered the kitchen area, stopped in front of a bar table, picked up a glass and poured water from the pot.

While taking a sip, Narendra stared at the clear water in the glass pot. He then put his glass back on the table, silent for a moment before his body turned to leave the kitchen.

The atmosphere of a quiet house as if he had been used to meeting. Narendra's long legs galloped up the stairs. His hand sank in his pocket. He walked with a straight view until a while later he arrived in front of a room.

Before entering, his eyes briefly glanced at the door of the room next to him. He just blinked casually knowing his wife had not come home yet. That woman must be out there having fun, or spending time with her bastard boyfriend.

Narendra then entered the room. He kept his suit on the arm of the sofa, then began to open one by one the buttons on the wrist. Narendra rolled up the sleeve of the shirt to the elbow. But he had not yet stepped himself to rest for a moment in bed, his eyes were even glued to a sheet of envelope on the nightstand.

Narendra did not lie down, he immediately approached the nightstand and took the envelope with the State Court logo. His rag was flat, he knew for sure what the contents of the envelope were.

Countless Narendra received divorce papers from his wife, and again Narendra simply responded with no expression. There was something different, this time Glacia pinned the note that was originally lying under the envelope. Narendra took it and read it.

...I'm going with Gallen. May you understand and immediately sign our divorce papers because we are getting married....

...—Glacia—...

Narendra stared flat at Glacia's handwriting, the wife blatantly saying she was about to run away with her dark boyfriend. He kept the records and the lawsuit back to where it was. Long standing there, Narendra's face seemed rippling, as if not concerned with what Glacia described in the written message.

But the next second Narendra turned out of the room. His steps crept down the stairs until he returned to the lobby. Narendra entered his car that was still parked in front, then drove it through the gate until it shot across the night road.

Before long the luxury sports car stopped in front of an elite club located in the city center. He stared for a moment at the five-story building before deciding to go out and look directly at the sighting of the haram place.

Narendra told someone to track down his wife. Without further ado he immediately swung his foot towards the entrance. There were two burly male guards who blocked his arrival.

Without a word Narendra reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card that could somehow silence the two. With ease Narendra is welcome to enter through security procedures.

His long legs swung wide across the short, dimly lit hallway, the flickering of lights had begun to be felt from within, even as loud music echoed deafeningly. Until a few seconds later Narendra arrived at the end, finding a crowded atmosphere of discotheque that momentarily made him frown.

His eyes rolled around that glittering space. Some people gather to form their own groups, some others dance passionately on the dance floor, even those who struggle affectionately often greet the eyes.

Narendra went deeper and deeper while continuing to search to and fro. And finally he found Glacia among the sea of humans dancing on the dance floor. The woman moved to a stomping rhythm, no matter how some men approached and tried to feel her skimpy clothes.

Narendra fluttered flat, he then stepped closer and closer to Glacia who was unaware of his existence, then without warning immediately pulled the woman to jerk back, hitting the front of Narendra's hard body.

Glacia shrieked in surprise, and grew even more shocked when she found Narendra behind her. The man stared expressionlessly at the men approaching Glacia earlier. They glanced back at Narendra while snorting cynically, then went to dance elsewhere and approached the sexy girls there.

Glacia stomped her body away from Narendra, she turned around and looked at the man annoyed. What the fuck? Why did Narendra even follow him here? Didn't Glacia leave the lawsuit at home? How's the letter this time? Don't let Narendra get rid of it again.

For God's sake he desperately wanted a divorce from that stiff and mute man!

"You!" glacia exclaimed furiously. His eyes drew Narendra sharply. "What are you here for?!" Due to the loud music, Glacia had to adjust her voice in order to be heard.

Narendra did not reply, instead blocking Glacia's arm and dragging her out of the crowd of dancing men. Glacia rebelled trying to break away. He was also overwhelmed following Narendra's long steps.

"Hey!"

"Stop! Unhand me!" Glacia relentlessly shouted as she lashed Narendra's grip on her hand.

Time and again he braked his legs which ended up still losing and staggered following Narendra with a staggering step.

"Fucking naren! Off!!! Fucking bastard!!! Ahhhh!!!" Glacia bites Narendra's hand, but it produces nothing. That wound that had even bled out seemed to mean nothing to Narendra.

In the midst of Glacia's efforts to escape, someone blocked Narendra's arm so hard, that Naren and Glacia stopped and turned to the perpetrator, which is reflex makes Glacia exclaim happy to find Gallen, the lover of worship who is now looking sharp Narendra.

"Done, Goddamnit!" hiss Gallen is angry.

Narendra ignored the warning, only glancing at Gallen and focusing on Glacia.

"Go home" he said short.

Again, Glacia clasped her hands trying to take off Narendra's check. He was completely inexhaustible with the man.

"You don't understand the meaning of writing, do you? Or maybe you can't read at all? I said I wanted a divorce and I'm getting married to Gallen!"

Narendra silence. There was no change in his face. An emotional Gallen grabbed the man's shirt collar and squeezed it hard, prompting Narendra to let his check on Glacia slip.

Buk up!

Gallen hit Narendra in the jaw area near the cheek. His breath gasped at the husband of his lover. Narendra looked flat on the floor under his feet, his hands raised touching the soft former Gallen punch that now imprinted bluish.

"You didn't hear? He wants a divorce and a marriage with me" Gallen said sharply.

Narendra loyal silence. Unlike Gallen who barked, Narendra seemed calm with a rippling highlight, he only focused on Glacia who was now looking at him with an annoyed expression.

"What?! Why are you looking at me like that?!" Glacia inched to Gallen's side, hugging the lover's arm with a frowning face, glancing cynically at her husband.

"Quiet, Honey. That bastard won't be able to take you away from me."

Glacia smilingly rubbed her face on Gallen's chest, she hugged Gallen back tightly.

Narendra looked at the two flatly. He turned back to Glacia who was completely unwilling to see him.

"Go home" Narendra said. "At least you should be ashamed as a respectable woman" she continued expressionlessly.

Glacia slightly loosened her embrace at Gallen and looked at Narendra with a flabbergasted face. "What did you say? I have no shame, do I?" the shouts don't take it.

Narendra relaxed back. "Only they, the mortals, lack the shame of being able to openly play with other men while still tied to marriage."

Glacia snorted in annoyance. "You're praising yourself for playing unnoticed, right? I wonder why Papa can like you so much as a daughter-in-law. You're disgusting!"

"Remember, you need to be aware of where you are. You're nothing if it wasn't for my papa. You're just a lucky rascal to be picked up by him!"

Glacia turned to look at Gallen. "Honey, ayooo~" his whine shook the man's arm. "We're leaving. Too bad I'm the same crazy person."

Gallen commented a sweet smile at Glacia, rubbing the lover's delicate hand while glancing at Narendra's cynical flinch. "Yes, Honey. Come on."

They left Narendra. This time Narendra was silent not chasing, he just turned to look at the departure of the wife with her dark lover. His gaze was complicated and difficult to interpret.

Meanwhile, Glacia and Gallen were joking in their car. They make out, kiss each other and wipe each other.

A smile adorns the lips of both. Gallen repeatedly kissed Glacia's hair leaning back while hugging her arms. All of a sudden Glacia's phone clinks indicating a message coming in. He would not want to stay away, leaving his comfort leaning on Gallen.

Glacia reached into his phone in his wallet, opening a message that apparently came from the father. The man said he would be returning home from Penang, Malaysia, and told Glacia and Narendra to visit the Martadinata mansion, the main residence of the Glacia family.

Glacia threw out her lazy breath. While beside him, Gallen also suddenly got a message from a foreign number. I don't know what the message from the sender was, but Gallen's face turned pale after seeing it.

Glacia, who noticed the strangeness, asked. "Why you?"

Gallen. "Yes? Oh, no, it's nothing." He smiled trying to convince.

Glacia won't take a headache. He immediately typed a message on his papa that he could not come as the man had just asked.

On the other hand Gallen was still agitated in his place. While continuing to drive, he reopened his phone, rereading messages from foreign numbers while occasionally glancing at Glacia beside him.

What if he finds out, you just slept with another woman at the club?

A photo embedded Gallen repeatedly swallow. Where does that guy know? Who the hell is he? Why are there pictures of him and the woman there?

It happened when Gallen went to the toilet. Instead of immediately returning to Glacia, he was tempted by one woman there. Blame the woman who was dressed too sexy. Gallen could not bear to see his big chest and buttocks.

Damnit damnit! Why did he not realize that someone had caught them? Though Gallen had deliberately booked a room to get privacy.

Because he kept thinking about his dark secret messages and photos, Gallen so out of focus in driving that he did not realize when his car drove too far to the left. Gallen even forgot to reduce his speed until a moment later a loud shock was felt making Glacia reflex squeal.

"Gallen!!!"

Treeeet ....

"Akkhhh!!!"

The left side of Gallen's car was rubbing hard against the roadblock. Gallen who was panicking as Glacia cried out in pain instantly turned his steering wheel to the right. But unfortunately, he who was too shabby even accidentally nudged another car that passed until Gallen's car again bounced because of a collision.

"Aw!"

"Gallen what the fuck are you! You hurt me!"

"Shut up!!" Unknowingly Gallen snapped at Glacia who was getting frightened by the speed of their car.

"Gallen stop! The brake! The brakes!" glacia panicked. "Stop!!"

But Gallen was more panicked when his foot hit a malfunctioning brake. The car still lost its balance and drove forward until shortly afterwards it crashed into a truck that was speeding along one lane.

BRAK!!!

BRUK!!!

TIIINN!!!

DUARR!!!

The collision was not inevitable. Gallen's car is sandwiched between under the truck and other cars from behind which is also no less chaotic since Gallen's car moved insane.

The boisterous sounds of vehicles and the cries of people instantly filled the entire street. News of the accident was immediately broadcast on the internet and television media, especially two victims were sons and daughters of the heir of a large businessman who was quite influential in Indonesia.

Gallen Mou and Glacia Martadinata, lovers who turned out to be in a forbidden relationship, because as they know that Glacia is the legal wife of Narendra Hutabarat, the director of the Martadinata Group's central company.