My Disabled Husband

Episode thirteen

"Bag.."

"Remember who I am."

"My husband but now" asked Citra.

"So when, tonight" asked Arga.

The image just silent, yes actually if now Citra is sincere but she is still a little afraid for her first experience.

Arga approached Citra's neckline and began to kiss her gently, because her clothes were already half-breath open Citra looked much faster than her baisa, his chest rose and fell rapidly which made Arga even more smoldering.

"No no, can I? I can't move much, it's her first experience. I'm afraid I can't make her comfortable in her first experience, "inner Arga.

Arga stopped his action, he returned to his starting position. It makes Citra confused, what's wrong with Arga. Why Arga stopped suddenly, even though his self has started to bottom with the game that Arga made.

"Why," Citra asked as she approached Arga

Imagra hugged Arga's body from the side, Arga only smiled lightly at Citra. It was unusual for the two of them to be caught up in such a romantic moment.

"I'm not ready yet" said Arga.

"Because" asked Citra.

"Many things, I'm lazy to talk about" replied Arga.

"Why are you not ready? it's not me who shouldn't be ready."

"Hahaha yes it should be, but my condition is different" said Arga.

"Yes I understand, I'm waiting for you to be confident with yourself. No matter how you are, you should know, I am very accepting of you and I am very happy living with you" Citra said.

What Citra says makes Arga a little better. The image of a different woman, he believes Citra accepts her current state.

The two of them hugged each other, Arga's hands played a little on Citra's neck, he began to want to joke laughter with his wife, the more the day they both got closer. The feeling of both is also increasingly clear, Citra itself can admit itself to falling in love with Arga. For Arga still covering everything, he is not yet convinced by whose name his love.

During the day, Arga and Citra sat together in the courtyard of the house. The second one does not care about the words of the house people on the two of them The most important thing is that they are not physically disturbed.

Arga is replying to a message from Darka, he will not let his wife reply to a message from the man. A bored image chooses to play Arga's phone while placing his head on Arga's shoulders.

"Darka asked you upstairs" said Arga.

"No, I'm afraid of him."

"Hhahaha ya already there, no papa I give you permission. At home he doesn't dare like that, keep asking him, if I'm in this house if I disturb him, what he's planning" Arga said.

"Yes, I went there" Citra said.

Before going Arga kissed Citra's lips first, actually he did not like Citra close to Darka, but for the sake of launching everything Arga had to be a little willing.

"It's very sweet" said Arga.

"You're getting better."

"Yes obviously dong Arga.." He winked one of his eyes.

Citra walks to the second floor to meet Darka.

"Hey.." Darka smiled happily seeing Citra approaching her.

He was very interested in this woman, Citra one type of Darka woman.

"Hay, how are you," asked Citra.

"Very good, let alone seeing you. I'm so glad to see you every day. Yes, even if the deformed man really bothers me."

"You mean?"

"Who else, why was it that he didn't just die."

"You know the accident? I'm confused why the two got like that" Citra said.

"Hahaha I know, you don't need to know, right now I'm focused on getting rid of it. I want to get closer to you, and have a relationship with you" Darka said.

"By way?"

"Make it stressful, already you don't need to know."

Citra is eager to fish even further but she fears Darka is suspicious and Darka does nothing. It is better not to deal with Darka for too long.

"The image he likes is yours" Darka asked.

"Yes, we got married because she loves me" Citra replied.

"Ahh I don't like to see you always alone with her."

"I'll take you from her, don't get too close to her, I don't like. I like you." Darka held the hand of Citra.

This is what Citra is afraid of, Citra tries not to panic.

"If I get close to her, you're hurt" Citra asked.

"Yes, I want to kill him right away" Darka replied.

"I have to go down, later he suspects I'm too long."

"Yes I love you Image."

The image just smiled and left Darka. Image has succeeded in taking Darka's heart, Arga must really like to hear this.

"Bag.."

"For a long time" said Arga.

"Hahaha I'm sorry, she planned something bad for you. And then I can't know, and you know he's expressing love to me" Citra said.

"Love? ah this is so crazy. I can take advantage of this, you know what hurts the most?"

"What a mas," asked Citra.

"Jealousy, heartbreak" replied Arga.

"Ah I know what you mean, you want to make her jealous and heartbroken" Citra asked.

"Good, you're right. Enjoy it" replied Arga.

"You're very smart."

"Dong definitely." Arga winked his eyes.

"Your mother's coming with me yuk."

"Where," asked Arga.

"To a place not too far away really," replied Citra.

"Yes, come on."

Citra is very happy Arga wants to go with her, she wants to take Arga to a place for Arga foot treatment. If he spoke directly of his intentions surely Arga would not want to.

The two of them left in the car that picked them up earlier.

"Whose house is this" asked Arga.

"My uncle" Citra replied lying. This house is the home of a friend of his.

"Tell me clearly why you brought me here."

"Mas is indeed this place is not famous like in hospitals, or other places. But here's been a place for some people to recover from his paralysis."

"Partner.."

"Mas Arga I beg you, I want you to heal and get back up from all this."

"Yes if that's your will, but if there's no change I don't want to come here anymore" Arga said.

"Yes, after this you can ask anything from me."

The image brought Arga inside. The two of them were already in wait because Citra had already confirmed their arrival before her.

"So this is what you're in for."

"Yes sir, please do your best for him" Citra said.

Actually Arga was very scared, but he could not possibly show his fear in front of Citra.

"Ahhkk ahkk." Shouting Arga.

"It hurts" Citra said.

"Yes, my upper thighs are not papa, otherwise my sister might not wake up" said Arga with annoyance.

"Ah but this is also a disorder eating his sick, you will definitely be better if fixed."

"It hurts ah it hurts," Arga shouted loudly.

"No papa, you'll be more manly."