THE CRUELTY OF MY PARALYZED HUSBAND

13. Asya is missing

"Don't bring your mouth to the table." Isabelle seemed to grit Asya who was learning table manners. 

The girl was very depressed from now on. The heralded teacher was the best man it turned out to make Asya very uncomfortable. Moreover, he dared to hold and push the head of Asya earlier. Not only that, he stabbed Asya in the leg as well as he practiced walking. 

"Take the food close to the mouth without scattering, do it slowly and elegantly" Isabelle ordered again. 

Asya did as he could, but indeed because it was not unusual it would be difficult. He used to live without rules at the dinner table. So that he does what he can and can. 

"Not so," jolted Isabelle again. 

Feeling annoyed, Asya slammed his spoon and moved from the dining room. He went up the stairs to go back to the room. He was tired and did not want to continue what he was learning. 

"What's up, Isabelle?" asked Mary who heard the sound of a spoon on a plate. 

"He's frustrated, Madam. I've only taught 25% of what Mr. Fagan asked for, but he's given up" Isabelle said. 

"Regular, unusual girls live by rules and manners. He is used to being unguided and unguided. Macem-macem aja Fagan use this course him," said Maria. 

Isabelle doesn't say she doesn't want to add to the problem anymore. It was just that he directly contacted Fagan to report what had just happened. 

"What?" fagan asked in surprise when Isabelle reported that Asya was frustrated and chose to die in her class. 

"Yes, Sir. He gave up" replied Isabelle. 

"You can go home, I'll talk to Asya after you get home" Fagan said. 

In accordance with the man's orders, Isabelle returned home from Asya which should be the months of his decisiveness as the mentor of the course. 

"Heh, you know how much Fagan has to pay for that mentor? It could have escaped as well as the eel," Mary scolded Asya. 

The girl who was originally lying on the bed leisurely was aghast and immediately woke up. He stood up while squeezing his hands irregularly. He was nervous and shocked at the same time. 

"He was the most expensive mentor because he was the best. Fagan hired a mentor for your rich country girl for the same price as him when mentoring Cecilia. Don't mess with you." Madia is still looking for him. 

"The poor are like that, Mah. Hearts ask for heart. Live hitchhiking, pityed, given facilities, even protest. It's hard if people don't understand" Cecilia said. 

The frustrated person could only remain silent. He just holds everything in his heart. Asya had been too memorized to the two who had always been suppressing without pity. Although in the end there will only be a wound in the heart of the woman without knowing when it can be healed. 

"Where is Asya?" ask Fagan. 

"He's in the backyard. I told her to cut the grass, I was going to eat Lia's cooking for dinner, so I assigned her another job" Maria said. 

"Sam, get Asya." Fagan gave the order. 

Abrisam immediately headed for the backyard, while another assistant helped Fagan to his room. Fagan was filled with curiosity as to what Asya really wanted from the course he gave. Why Asya made Isabella overwhelmed until finally the course had to stop in the middle of the road. 

"Asya." Abrisam called out to gentle Asya. 

His heart that was so empty and dark, became bright as someone called out his name without a jolt and a shout. For Asya this is something that is very much missed. The girl sitting on the grass immediately raised her head. He looked at Abrisam with his two round brown eyes. 

Instantly, the shadow of the old man who was in the company a few days ago flashed in Abrisam's brain. Asya's face with the man was completely imprinted in Abrisam's memory. 

"Not wrong anymore" he said muttering. 

"What's not wrong? I've never been wrong, Sam. They are the only ones who continue to blame me" Asya wryly said. 

Instantly Abrisam was aghast, he was shocked by what Asya said. 

"Ah, no-no." Abrisam hurriedly brushed aside. "Young Master called out to you, hurry in." The message from Fagan soon reached Asya. 

"Why do you have to tell me that? There's no choice but to refuse that order?" Asya protest. 

"What do you mean?" abrisam insisted he did not understand. 

"His order facing will always be a blow to me, whether on the face, back, or legs, it will definitely leave a painful scar." Asta explained the details. 

"Akh, what should I do? I can't refuse either" replied Abrisam. 

"You just have to look at me in pain and hold back tears. Kan, you are the Brutal Master's men." Asya mocked Abrisam. 

He passed away leaving the man, while Abrisam could only stare at Asya as if he was about to set off for the battlefield.