My Paralyzed Husband's Secret

Noisier

Elsewhere, at Damian's residence, Tsania is still wrapped under the covers, and there seems to be no sign of waking up. On the other hand, Dimas was seen hurriedly getting ready for work.

"Argh, I already have a wife, but just as I have no wife," Dimas glanced at Tsania who still remained faithful to close her eyes.

"Tsania, wake! see what time it is? I've had bad luck!" Dimas patted Tsania on the shoulder, hoping she would wake up.

"Ahhh, honey I'm still sleepy!" instead of waking up, Tsania pulls the blanket over.

"You're all right? The husband wants to work, instead of being helped prepare the needs of the husband, even still sleeping!" dimas' tone of speech smiled very annoyed.

Tsania opened her eyes and looked in annoyance at Dimas. "You what the hell? You usually can do it yourself? So why should I prepare what you need?" tsania said with sleepy eyes.

"I know I can be alone, but what good are you as a wife? You should have prepared all my needs, and sent me to work, not even molested. Anyway, you see the clock ... It's almost 8 Tsania. You should have woken up, and at least helped my aunt or mom down there to make breakfast" Damian said, growing increasingly upset.

"What did you say?" Tsania sat down and looked at Dimas with a sharp look.

"I have to cook? Nope, no! How could I cook. You'll know for yourself, if I can't cook. When I married you, I had to cook. So, what's the point of having a maid? It's still 8 in the morning, I usually wake up 10 or 11. Anyway if I want to wake up, I wake up otherwise, yes I stay asleep," Tsania said at length.

Dimas exhaled his breath with a single blow, still trying to restrain himself from getting angry.

"You're married, so you have to change your habits. If you can't cook, learn! there was indeed a maid, but sometimes the husband wanted to eat the wife's cooking, and served the wife. Unless you're sick, or there's a hindrance, it can be excluded," Dimas still patiently gave his wife understanding.

"Ahh, I don't want to! I'm definitely not your servant. I was usually served. The time after marriage is your servant. Anyway, even if I'm married, I'll never change my habits. Brother, go to work now! I'm still going to sleep!" Tsania pulled back her blanket and laid her body down.

"Basic useless woman. It's probably just ngang*kang. You are so different from Zora!" looks like Dimas is starting to lose patience.

Tsania, who had just been closed, opened her eyes again and sat back down.

"What did you say? Am I different from Zora? Of course I'm different from him and you know it! Wh why? Do you regret marrying me? Are you going back to chase after Zora? You think he still wants to accept you, huh!" tsania's breath was seen hunting, as she blurted out her words.

"Lit down your voice, you son of a bitch! really useless woman you!" Dimas grabbed his briefcase and immediately left.

"Sir Dimas, don't go, I haven't finished talking!" shout Tsania. But Dimas did not stop stepping, instead the man closed the door very hard.

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"Why are you guys making a storm in the morning? you haven't been married for a week, but it's been a fuss. Just be ashamed!" tegur Meta, as soon as he saw the presence of his son.

"He's looking for a storm, Ma. I just asked her to get up and get my clothes ready for work, but she refused and told me she wasn't my servant. I asked to help Mom and Aunt in the kitchen, she refused. I'm pissed, Ma!" Dimas told me as he landed his body sitting in his chair.

"Slowly guided, son. Don't force him first. You know for yourself that he's always spoiled in his house. So don't expect so much!" said Meta, wise.

"Ahh, come on, Ma! He's definitely not going to change. He's a lot different than Aozora!" cetus Dimas, made Meta scrunch his forehead.

"Why are you carrying Zora's name? everyone's nature is different, even though they are brother and sister though. Anyway, don't mention Zora's name again, let alone in front of Tsania. Never compare them. Tsania will definitely feel sad later!" Meta put on an annoyed face.

"If you don't want to be compared at least want to learn. Ah, stop, Ma. I'll go first!" Dimas stood up from where he was sitting.

"Lho, you don't have breakfast?" Meta scrunched his forehead.

"I have breakfast at the office! I have no appetite anymore" said Dimas as he stepped foot.

"What Dimas said was true anyway, if not to be compared, at least want to learn, in order to be like Zora. Tidan needs to be a hundred percent like Zora. Twenty-five percent, thank you!" batin Meta, justifying his son's words earlier.

"Ah, but they are still newly married, Tsania also still needs time. Soon it will change anyway," continued Meta again.

"What's up, honey? Why are you talking to yourself?" suddenly Damian appears, making Meta stricken in shock.

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If the morning atmosphere in the house Dimas there is a commotion, different from the atmosphere in the residence Arsen.

Aozora was spooning food onto Arsen's plate and giving her husband a drink. The breakfast atmosphere at the residence was really warm. Although it is Arsenio prestige to say thank you.

"Ma, mama's plate is here, let me get you some food for Mama" Aozora offered.

"No need, son! Let my mom take it. You take your own and eat, so you have the strength to face your husband's wrath later!" reject Amber who in her speech tucked insinuations on the son.

Hearing her mother-in-law's words, Aozora could only chuckle and take food for herself. While Arsen continued to eat, as if not concerned with the insinuations of his mother.

"Good morning everyone!" suddenly there was a very familiar man's voice in the ears of the three people. Who else would have owned that voice if it wasn't Daren.

"Morning, Son Daren! It was early morning?" greet Amber with a smile.

"Emm, yes, Tan. Let the therapy last longer" said Daren with eyes staring at the food at the table.

"You haven't had breakfast, have you? Let's have breakfast!" Amber smiled again, as if understanding Daren's gaze.

"Well, yes, Tan. It looks good, "Daren's eyes are sparkling. The man landed his body sitting on a chair not far from Aozora. Zora is between Arsen and Daren.

"Daren, here's your plate, let me get you some food!" Aozora stood up from her chair.

"Oh, thank you, Zora!" Daren with a big smile grabbed the plate on the table and was about to give it to Zora.

"He's got a hand, Zora, let him take it himself!" Cetus Arsen in a cold tone as he stared intently at Daren.

"Yes, Zora. I'll take it myself!" said Daren who immediately understood the purpose of his best friend's gaze. Meanwhile, Aozora was only glued to a frown, confused

"Zora, you move sit here!" tell Arsen to point at the chair to his left.

"Why, Mas?" Aozora looked increasingly confused.

"Don't ask too many questions! I told you to move!" arsen's voice grew increasingly cold and indisputable.

With a single puff of breath, Aozora finally chose not to ask anymore, as she did not want any commotion.

"Sih, you possessive!" muttered Daren, glancing cynically towards Arsen.

Meanwhile, from the direction of her seat, Amber could only smile meaningfully looking at her son's attitude just now.

Tbc