THE CRUELTY OF MY PARALYZED HUSBAND

22. Ex-Fiance Party

The expected day arrived, as it was late in the afternoon some people including Isabelle came to the house of the Elvander family. Makeup artist, designer, up to the style director deliberately Fagan bring for the wife. 

"Well, whoa, whoa, what is this?" cecilia asked her mother. 

"Today's Elina's feast, Fagan will take her village wife there and humiliate herself" she mocked. 

"Ah, really? Why is she still obsessed with Elina? Isn't that a disgusting thing?" cecilia Sahut. 

Maria glanced at her daughter, in fact she disagreed with that opinion. For Maria, Elina was also the dream daughter-in-law she wanted. The girl's family treasure as well as their position were very valuable to Mary. 

At the time, Fagan had not returned from the company. He was still taking care of some important things that he could not delay. While Lia called Asya to her room to immediately meet the people who would change her appearance. 

"This is it, the main star," said Maria as she watched Asya climb down the stairs. 

Asya stopped her footsteps without lowering her gaze. He dared to look at the woman with an incredible ray of intimidation. 

"Dare yes, you," Mary chirped as she found Asya looking at her. 

"Sorry, Madam. I'm just practicing what I've learned. Count the exercises before I meet them at the party later," Asya continued. 

The girl immediately stepped into the room that Lia had explained earlier. Asya was only in the room at Fagan's behest. Her husband deliberately asked Asya to stay in the room to avoid various bad things that could have happened. 

After entering the room, Asya began to polish her elegant make-up specifically to attend her ex-fiance's party. Make-up with an adult look and firm it makes Asya look more elegant. His blood-red lips, making Asya even more dazzling. 

While a hairdresser makes Asya's hair look very beautiful. With a few accents of pearls and flowers there, adding to Asya's appearance became even more remarkable. Hair that is styled enchanting it becomes a plus to support the dress that is deliberately prepared for the event. 

"Perfect" said the makeup artist. 

"You're supposed to be a model" said another. 

"Where maybe she wants to be a model, while being the wife of Fagan Elvander alone can make her buy the world and its contents" said the designer. 

"Shut your mouth" joked Isabelle in defense of Asya. 

What they say is not at all the same as reality. Asya's life as the son-in-law of the Elvander family is not as smooth and not as they think. As a person who knew everything, Isabelle felt she had to stop what they were discussing. For Isabelle it would hurt Asya as a suffering person to feel at the center of the conglomerate family. 

"Is it ready?" asked Fagan after he finished preparing with his aide. 

"He's done, let me call him," replied Isabelle. 

The woman walked towards the room where Asya was preparing, she gave the command for Asya to come out immediately. When Asya came out and rolled up next to her dress that swept the floor, Fagan was aghast. His wife looks so beautiful and even perfect. Not only Fagan, Abrisam and Maria who were there were also bewitched by Asya's eyes and appearance. 

"Is he really Asya? Ah, sorry, I mean Young Master's wife?" Abrisam became gago. 

"Why? You don't believe it?" fagan. 

"Excess you, Sam. Just plain," Mary's lie. 

Mary looked up and went to the room, not wanting to see Asha again. 

"You ready?" ask Fagan. 

Asya nodded her head and accepted the size of Fagan's hand. Fagan unwittingly behaves very sweetly to Asya. Even though there are so many problems that have plagued both of them so far, it turns out there is still an urge to succeed tonight. Moreover, Asya, he wanted to do everything with passion in order to be able to meet his parents soon. 

"Remember, Asya. This is the only way you can meet your father. Don't mess around and everything has to be perfect" Fagan warned. 

"Of course, my goal is just that. At least there will be no regrets if I die here," Asya replied. 

The journey to the party was very bland. No chatter at all. They both stared at the windshield without caring. Until finally they arrived at the Elina family residence which seemed very crowded because it was a party held in the garden of the house. 

"I only need to fight two hours ahead, after that I will hug my father tightly," said Asya and he immediately got out of his car. 

From the direction of the other door, Fagan had already run his wheelchair towards Asya. He took Asya's warm hand and the other hand controlled the pace of his wheelchair. The man looked handsome even though he was just sitting in a wheelchair. After the tuxedo he was wearing was so elegant and luxurious. Fagan prepared everything carefully to show Elina that she was happy. 

"That's Fagan's wife?" ask a woman. 

"Hm, they got married a few weeks ago. Still newlyweds, so it's only natural that you're still friendly" reply the others. 

The crowd of famous people is inevitable as the night gets late. They all gathered together while talking about many things. Likewise with Fagan, although his body is limited, but he still has a great influence in the environment. 

"She's prettier than when we met at your wedding" one man joked. 

"Don't be rude, you. She's my wife" replied Fagan. 

"Did you take care of everything about your husband?" ask the others, "isn't that really hard?" his fear did not give up. 

Asya glanced at her worried husband, quickly reading if Fagan answered what Asya would say in front of the men. 

"Don't when you stand at the altar and smile before God mean you'll be ready for everything?" Asya's answer made sense. "I married my husband out of love, we both fell in love and decided to take things more seriously. The fact that Fagan was paralyzed, I knew it before we decided to get married. So whether you're paralyzed or not, I think taking care of your husband is a wife's main task." Asya rebuked on target. 

"Wow" said a friend of Fagan's. 

"Why? Your wives didn't do that? They are busy with mobile phones and shopping apps to spend the money you have? Just imagine if later you experience what Fagan experienced. Aren't they leaving you?" Asya cursed with an annoyed tone. 

"Kok yukahin?" the other sahut. 

"It is not your oath, but your face says that your wives are not the wives who can provide the best service" Asya replied. 

"What kind of service do you mean, Young Madame Elvander?" A close friend of Fagan approached.