THE CRUELTY OF MY PARALYZED HUSBAND

27. Psychopathic In-laws

Asya's eyes opened very heavily when the morning sunlight penetrated through the air vents of his bathroom. It turned out that Asya fell asleep after struggling with the anxiety of his heart that was so turbulent overnight that he unconsciously tired his eyes and slept accidentally. 

"It's morning, son." The voice he so longed for stopped by his empty ear. 

Instantly Asya sat down and looked towards the door that was only closed by a curtain. Immediately the figure of the man he so wanted to hug was he saw. 

"Father," cried Asya and immediately rushed into the middle-aged man's arms. 

Asya tightly held the father who had not contacted him for several weeks and he met it. The guilt raged very quickly and made Asya's tears fall unbearably. 

"Zalina said you came last night" Asya's father said. 

Asya just nodded her head. 

"Where's your husband?" ask again. 

Asya's throat feels tight. He didn't know what to answer so he couldn't say anything. Only her head could she show him the answer if her husband didn't come. 

"He's driving you, isn't he?" ask the father of the two daughters to continue. 

Asya nodded her head with certainty.

"Surely he is very busy, so just deliver you," he said flatly. 

Asya drowned her face deeply into the arms of her father. He filled his strength with a touch of the skin of the single parent. After all, this was something he had wanted to do ever since going to hell with his life as the son-in-law of the Elvander family. 

Meanwhile, on the other hand Fagan still enjoyed the softness of his luxurious bedroom bed. Unlike usual which was colored by a lot of drama in the morning, now it feels calmer. Until a while later, the sound of Fagan's cell phone alarm kept the man awake from his deep sleep. 

"See, help me get out of bed" cried Fagan spontaneously

Even the man could not remember taking his wife to his parents' house last night as a gift for what he did. 

"Asians!" he cried again impatiently. 

A feeling of annoyance suddenly ambushed Fagan and made the man finally open his eyes. He was overcome with anger as usual and assumed the wife ignored his orders. 

"Akh, I forgot. He was at his father's house" Fagan said after realizing that the woman he was calling was not home. 

The man woke up to throw away all the upset feelings that were in his heart. He tried to do everything himself because Asya did not exist. Just moving from bed to wheelchair was enough to make Fagan feel the need for his wife. All the complaints he expressed while doing what Asya usually did for him. 

"Are you up late?" ask Maria. 

"It's not too late, it's because I did everything myself" Fagan explained. 

"alone? Where's your maid?" Maria considers Asya as her son's maid who is supposed to take care of everything Fagan needs. 

Fagan was upset by the name of his mother. But as usual, he couldn't argue with the woman. 

"He went home to his parents" Fagan explained. 

Maria placed the spoon in her hand hard and overtook the plate. The loud noise between the spoon and the plate was inevitable. 

"Mama," cried Cecilia surprised. 

"You've been reckless, Fagan. How can you let him go home?" cecar Maria squinted her eyes. 

"You sure as that? How come?" his insistence. 

Fagan commented on the happy smile, he remembered how Asya managed to make Elina hurt and upset her own party. The man feels Asya managed to satisfy himself with everything he did at the party last night. 

"Fagan," jolted Maria loudly. 

"Don't worry, Ma. I've given him a limit, he's only been there for a day" Fagan replied. 

As Fagan explained everything, Cecilia seemed to be watching her brother closely. A relaxed tone of speech and a sparkling face, has long not seen from the brother. So he began to wonder about everything. 

"Sister, what's going on? Why can you be so relaxed now? Isn't this not the brother Fagan I know?" Cecilia rebuked full of curiosity. 

Fagan pulled back a fluffy smile and made his face look as flat and cold as ever. He himself also did not understand what made him more relaxed and calm. 

"What would happen if Asya complained about everything? Didn't you think up to that? How careless of you, Fagan." Maria warned. 

Fagan doesn't care about his mother, he doesn't worry at all. I don't know what makes Fagan feel like everything's gonna be okay. There was only such a great trust in his heart about Asya right now. 

"There's a morning meeting, sir. We're leaving now" Abrisam said. 

"Alright," replied Fagan and he immediately left the dining table towards the car without a word. 

Maria and Cecilia looked at Fagan very strangely. The noisy and drama-filled morning seemed to just disappear meaninglessly. Caci maki who usually becomes Mary's lip gymnastics in the morning is also not heard at all. 

"It felt strange, my lips were stiff this morning," said Maria, feeling something was lacking. 

Cecilia turned her eyes to her mother. He rebuked with a serious look and seemed astonished. 

"I used to scream, shout and crush the chest that would explode if there was Asya. But this morning it was so plain?" Maria analyzes. 

Like an addiction, wearing and yelling at Asya was already like a thing to do. 

"This mama has become a genuine psychopath, huh, this is just complaining? His lips are gatel, his hands are also numb if not painful Asya?" Cecilia taunted her mother. 

"Be careful when you say, Asya is indeed the most soft target for emotions. I can be satisfied to take everything out on Asya" said Maria maliciously. 

Sure enough Maria became kind of addicted to tormenting Asya. He was looking for something he could do every day. It just happens without being rejected. Even Mary felt there was sometimes a great urge to do it all. 

"Lia!" maria called the head maid at her house. 

Quickly, Lia was coming. He left what he was working on to avoid the mistress's dirty words if he was late. 

"I .. yes, Madam," Lia said with a gasp of breath.

"Call Abrisam and have Fagan pick Asya up right now. I want him here before dinner arrives." Mary gave the order. 

"Tu ... The Young Master said that they would pick up Miss Asya after lunch, Madam. Abrisam had just called to prepare a dish to be brought to Miss Asya's parents' house." Lia explained in a worried tone. 

He wasn't actually sure to say everything, but the mandate of preparing the dish he had just received from Fagan's aide. 

"What did Fagan do? Why is he so lethargic and kind to Asya?" Maria wondered.