Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl

Apartment 2

"Sister used to love cooking?" asked the Princess, when she saw the whole Apartment Ben this afternoon, there was a kitchen complete with a stove and other cooking utensils.

"Not too much, sometimes if it's just males out."

"Sister?"

Not answering, but Ben turned his head, waiting for his wife to continue his words.

"Umzz_" The princess seemed hesitant to ask, even squeezing the end of the dress she was wearing at this time.

While Ben looked at him with both eyebrows linked.

"That's what Sandra used to do, or do other women come here often?" continued the Princess a little stuttered.

Seen Ben who is increasingly squeaking, then sighed very slowly.

''Nothing" he replied briefly, stepping closer to him, raising both hands which were then placed on the shoulders of the Princess.

"It's just you, the only woman I've brought here, for the first time, and maybe even for the last time.

"Kak_"

"I'm serious, baby, just my best friends I can get in here."

"Sir Algar?"

Ben nodded, "Yes! Arsen, Raka too."

"Come on!" Ben led the Princess to sit in a chair next to the dining table.

"Darling,?" Ben clasped the hands of the Princess who was now resting on the dining table.

"Well, does anyone want a brother to talk?" the Princess asked, as Ben looked at her very seriously.

Ben nodded slowly, slightly turning his face away from being confused about where to start his conversation.

"Sister?"

"Euhmz, it's _at that time you had to find the whereabouts of your biological mother, right?''

" Is that desire still there?" ben continued very carefully.

"W-yeah, why brother?" the slightly confused Princess asked, while Ben continued to stare at her with a hard-to-art look.

"If in the near future you find him, how do you feel dear?''

" Of course I must be very happy, why brother,?"

Ben paused his speech, when the name Algar and Anita crossed his mind, looking down with his eyes closed, Ben felt he had no right to say everything to the Princess, even though he was his wife.

Ben wanted Algar and Anita to tell the truth to the princess.

"What the hell am I gonna say?"

"No dear, how this afternoon want to go out to around Bandung no, or want to keep rolling on a mattress hm?" he said, trying to divert the conversation, with a movable fingers stroking the cheeks as soft as the baby as usual.

"No! I want to go for a walk." he replied, who looked enthusiastic.

"Rare you sure you want to continue?" Ben smiled a thin smile, glancing flirtatiously.

''No!" leave the kitchen.

*

That afternoon, both of them enjoyed the crowded atmosphere of Bandung when the afternoon, do not forget the two stopped by at several stalls selling various foods.

"Darrel lives where brother, why don't we meet?" said Putri broke the silence, when the two were on their way home to the Apartment, after getting tired of going around.

Ben glanced at her glance, for some reason the corner of his heart ached every time the Princess asked about the news of another man, even though it was his own biological sister.

The trauma of being betrayed by his own brother makes Ben so emotional and jealous.

While the Princess who realized the look of Ben's face turned cold, immediately kissed her cheek at a glance.

"Sorry brother, I don't mean to make you angry, I swear!" The princess raised her fingers high, smiling amusedly, making Ben's anger subside instantly.

"Good wife!" Ben shuffled his wife's hair slowly because of anxiety, not expecting if his little wife was now much more sensitive to his feelings.

*

For 5 days in Bandung, during that time Ben did not stop bergagahi the wife, Ben's love for the Princess seemed to overflow and get bigger every day. And would not turn away from him for even a moment.

Saturday morning, the two decided to go home, because the Princess continued to complain of dizziness, nausea and more that makes Ben worry the Princess did not want to be taken to the Doctor at all.

The journey that used to reach Ben almost three hours, now only takes only two hours, he quickly opened the car door and carried the increasingly weak body of the Princess.

Not to forget he contacted his doctor, to check the state of the wife at home.

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