Serving a Paralyzed Wife
71. Comebacks

Glacia condition began to improve, even so doctors continue to monitor the development of his health. One thing that is a little bit grateful, the rate of spread of cancer in the body Glacia runs rather slowly. They can rearrange the chemotherapy schedule for healing, as well as nerve therapy for the progress of his leg room.

During that time Narendra never left Glacia. She was always by his side, especially now that Glacia began to open up to the presence of the man.

Glacia no longer refused the presence of Narendra, it made John who saw feel happy and relieved. He hopes that the relationship between his son and son-in-law will improve. Glacia needs a friend, she needs someone reliable. Whether it's in a physical sense or just a storyteller.

John himself was busy taking care of Gallen and Krishna. He tried his best to get the two men to a proper punishment. And for Narendra's ex-girlfriend, the police haven't found her whereabouts.

There are some people who are designated as witnesses, it's just that the case has been developing for so long. John is impatient. He wanted to see Gallen experience what Glacia experienced because of it. John wanted Gallen to be abandoned by everyone, just as Glacia had once felt.

"Glacy?" John greeted him as he entered Glacia's room. The child was receiving fruit from Narendra. The two lovebirds immediately turned their heads when they realized John's presence.

John approached and rubbed Glacia's head on the pillow. But Glacia stopped his movement and kept John's hand away from his head.

"What's wrong?" john was confused.

Glacia answered softly. "My hair is starting to fall out."

Instantly John stuttered with his eyes twitching all wrong. His heart seemed to be saddened to find that reality. John nodded with an awkward smile. He turned to look at Narendra, trying to look at him calmly by asking the man. "Have you got a call from the manager? He said he wanted to call you yesterday."

Narendra still focused on peeling the fruit when answering. "Not yet."

Suddenly Glacia interrupted. "Isn't your phone dead?"

Silent. Narendra blinked, even his flat face seemed to think. He reached into his pants pocket and said justifying. "Ah, yes. I forgot to charge it last night."

"Later let me charge," he continued relaxed, saving the flat object on the nightstand, then continued peeling the fruit.

Glacia looked at John who was also looking at her husband. He secretly grimaced with Narendra's apathy. How could John withstand his behavior all this time?

"Since yesterday I haven't seen your assistant. Where the hell is he?" John walked toward the sofa not far from the bed, throwing himself there.

"He's got an important job, didn't I tell you yesterday?"

Glacia opened her mouth as Narendra stretched out the peeled peach. She just silently watched the interaction of her father and husband who seemed so stiff. Glacia let out a breath, she shook her head as Narendra was about to bribe her again. "I'm full already."

The man simply nodded in understanding, keeping the fruit and the knife in place. But then Narendra took the knife back.

"What's wrong?" asked Glacia curiously.

"I promised myself not to keep sharp objects in your room" replied Narendra. He approached Glacia and rubbed his temple at a glance. "Rest, I'll be out for a while. Maybe it'll be back in the afternoon."

"Where are you going?"

Narendra smile. "Are you starting to miss your husband? Now you're always wondering where I'm going."

Seeing the look of Narendra that seemed to tease him, Glacia also clucked flat. "Not. Well, it's up to you where you're going."

Narendra chuckles with his hands closed. "It's funny."

"What's so funny?" Glacia wrinkled in wonder. His pale face looked weak. Today it is much more colorful.

"You. You're the funny one" said Narendra.

The confused Glacia had to respond to what, reflexively sneering. How could Narendra say it that casually? And more shamefully, Glacia's face warmed up because of it.

Glacia again looked up at Narendra who was still faithfully standing looking at him. "Why is it still here? He said he was leaving?"

The man nodded. "I'll be right back. You rest. Don't be afraid, here's your father and his bodyguard."

"Yesterday you didn't trust my guard, son," chirped John. The middle-aged man was still busy reading as Narendra turned his head.

For a moment Narendra made no sound, before he replied. "Your bodyguards are dedicated people, how could I doubt them? Even though my trust was broken because they lost just because of a bunch of rascals, I quite appreciate the sacrifice of those who have to die at work."

John smiled, Narendra and his diplomatic nature. No wonder, that man always made others curious.

***

Narendra followed in the footsteps of someone before him. He walked firmly into a large company with a black gloss full of luxury. From here everyone can guess the character of the owner who is attached to power and darkness.

Do not forget also the arrogance it has, it has been emblazoned with a large carved logo on half the skyscraper, which can even be seen by the naked eye even from a height of 634 meters.

How the owner boasts a picture of a big cat-like animal. It is a very fast cheetah, which can run up to 96 kilometers per hour in just three seconds.

Cheetah is the fastest animal in the world, very describes himself who is brave and agile in everything, especially in slaughtering his prey.

"Please, Sir." The man in front of Narendra invited him in when they reached in front of a giant black door.

The door opened automatically as Narendra stood before him. The nuances of the vast space with the dominant dark color immediately greeted Narendra's vision. He entered and pegged for a moment until the door behind him closed again.

Narendra spread his gaze when he found no one there. Even so Narendra casually traced the work room belonging to someone.

As he stood in front of a bookshelf and saw the various writings of several authors, he was made stunned for a moment because he heard the screams from behind the partition wall.

"Cocco, emph ..."

"Shhh ..."

The sound of moaning and hissing accompanied by a growl made Narendra waste his breath. He immediately turned away and stepped on the sofa, sitting with his legs crossed and hands folded on his chest.

"Stop up your activities immediately. You know I don't have much time" he said flatly.

Silent. It seemed that Narendra's voice had taken them by surprise, the whisper of the woman making a small argument, but it seemed that the man was reluctant to stop until the erotic notes continued, even more clearly than before.

A few minutes later Narendra heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and that second the tall body wrapped in a neat suit was sitting in front of Narendra.

"I'm sorry, I can't stand to see my wife, at least" he said.

Narendra did not say, he did not hear the voice of the woman back there, must have fled because of shame. As Narendra recalled, Gibran made a special room in his study.

"So?" Gibran leaned back with his arms stretched out on the sofa, and his legs crossed like Narendra. One of his eyebrows was raised waiting for an answer.

Narendra stared back at the man flatly. "I want the most painful retaliation for them" he said slowly.

Gibran was silent, the two looked at each other meaningfully. The corner of the man's lips was tilted with a look full of satisfaction. "As you wish. So, you're willing to be my member back?"

Narendra did not answer, but deftly he received the golden emblem that Gibran threw.

"Welcome back, my confidant!" gibran exclaimed with his trademark hideous smile.