Being the Second Wife of the Employer

Physiotherapists

“Flower close the door.” Aryan Commandments.

“A...what Mr.” Her speech stuttered.

“Close the door dear.” Said Arya in a soft voice, Flowers like floating wanted to faint.as much as possible he gathered his awareness that had been scattered, walking towards the door of the room and then closed it slowly.

“Flower, you are free to stare at me now, without the need to steal another glance, we are halal to do anything now.” Goda Aryan's.

“Degkh..” Flowers feel floating and lost balance, until he falls in the warm lap of Arya who smiles at him.

Slowly the Flower rose from the lap of Arya, who was still smelling a smile, but Arya's burly hand was still coiled around the waist as if she did not want to let go.

“Ma..sorry young master.” Flower with lips shaking nervously.

“Now you are my legal wife, not my nurse anymore.from now on look for a better call and deserve to be spoken by a wife to her husband.” Reply Arya with such a close distance.

"A... What should I call it?” Flowers were still very nervous, even her hands were so cold.

“Successful, Remember I'm your husband now !” reset Arya.

“Ba.. alright mas Arya.” Reply Flowers with a reddened face, because Arya immediately kissed her forehead.

“Mas I'm not ready to do this.” The flower immediately angkit from Arya's lap.

“Do what?”

Arya again teases Bunga, now that married with Bunga Arya has returned to talk a lot, she has found something missing so far. namely Bella's attention and affection, Bella, that changed since her career as a model soared.

Bella forgets that she has a husband and children.

“I..it, do the relationship that the newlywed couple usually do, mas.” Said the Flower that immediately closed his face so shy.

Arya pressed the automatic button of her wheelchair, approaching Bunga.

“I understand and really understand, after all I can not do that with my condition like this? but since your presence and willing to marry a man like me, accepting my shortcomings has indirectly made me back excited to recover.” said Arya.

“Mas actually,”

“Iya, tomorrow accompany me to therapy at the hospital yes.” pinta Arya squeezes soft hand fingers Flower.

“Tentun mas.”

Flowers painstakingly helped replace the Aryan Outfit, with sleeping pajamas, although she was very shy about opening the basic pants that Arya wore during their wedding just now.

Flower's hand came to a halt as she opened the zipper, she looked at Arya. The man immediately nodded as a sign he was allowing Flowers to open and help replace his pants. Flowers also help Arya to climb into the bed that is now the bedroom of the two of them, while on the second floor of the mansion is the room of Arya and Bella his first wife.

After cleaning his body, Bunga also lay next to Arya although at first he was still shy and hesitant.

"Bunga, lie by my side dear." Arya's words made Bunga so happy.

Slowly Bunga slept beside Arya, who immediately hugged the body of the Flower, in a blanket that helped provide warmth to the newlyweds.

“Whether this is called a newlywed, sleeping together and hugging each other.it feels so beautiful and comfortable.new mas Arya the first man who touched and hugged me like this.” muttered Flowers trying to hide her smile, enjoying the warmth of Arya's embrace.

***

A bright morning, a glimmer of the happy face of the newlywed couple, Bunga and Arya. they came out of the room with a very neat makeup.

“Morning ma.” greet Arya and also greet her beloved son Cecilio who is waiting for them to have breakfast.

“Duh pleased, Mama is very happy to see the radiance of happiness from your face son, something that has long been lost. now it is back again.” Mama Sinta said. looking at Arya who was cheerful and began to talk a lot, not moody and quiet anymore.

“Sure dong ma, because now there is a beautiful angel sent to take care and care of me.” Arya smiled glancing at the Flowers.

Bunga was happy to hear Arya's words, she took breakfast for her husband. made Sinta and Arya amazed, because the figure of a wife like this was what she had hoped for all this time. she is a woman and knows her duties as a wife.

“Thanks dear.” Arya said as Bunga put a plate filled with food, for Arya breakfast this morning.

includes preparing milk for Cecilio.

Flower Face should not be asked, it feels like wanting to shout so happy and mixed with the shame of meow.

“ My heart, why isn't it normal anymore? and why am I so happy to hear the words of love spoken from the mouth of Arya, whether I have truly fallen in love with my husband.” The inner war flower with her own feelings.

“Ma, today me and Bunga, plan to go to the hospital for therapy.” Aryan.

“Wah good, so the task of Mama who usually accompany you already has someone to replace.” reply mama happy.

"Sure dong ma." they laughed together.

Until this particular hospital, Arya began to train to stand and move her legs that felt heavy while resting on a tool. Arya is very excited because Bunga is always beside her when following physiotherapy and other therapies.

Finished following a series of therapies, now the team of doctors who used to deal with Arya began to examine her condition.

“What a remarkable development, your spinal cells start to work although slowly but surely, I am sure with continued therapy and great zeal, things will return to normal again.” Doctor's talk.

“But I still can not stand and step if not assisted tool?” arya.

“Everything still needs process and time, passion and diligent therapy and regular medicinal drinks will accelerate your healing process later.” explained the other team of doctors.

Twice a week, Arya and Bunga return to therapy and examination to the hospital. Arya's radiance and hope re-awakened, plus the very painstaking Flower helps her take medication regularly.

Arya's efforts, increasingly showing satisfactory results. Now she does not need a wheelchair anymore.but rather a stick, to help her step and stand though slowly. but Sinta and Bunga were very happy to see the change.

“My legs are now no longer heavy to move.” Arya smiled happily.

Even Arya can already prank her young wife Bunga, who is still often timidly snail.

Usually Arya bathed herself with everything that has been prepared by the Flower, but now arises the intention of prank to prank her cute wife.

“Bunga darling, help get a towel yes.” Aryan.

“Tumben mas Arya can not take a towel, usually he can because it is located close to where he stands.” Say Flowers, but she also went into the bathroom.