THE CRUELTY OF MY PARALYZED HUSBAND

33. Baby Tubes

Asya was confused by what she was thinking. This all just happened without him setting it up. She sat pensively on the floor waiting for her husband to come out of the bathroom. Still sounding Fagan tantrums, Asya can already imagine if the entire contents of the bathroom will be destroyed. 

"Yes," called Fagan in a shrill and cold tone. 

Asya hurriedly stood up and knocked on the door outside. 

"Yes, Sir. I'm here" Asya said. 

"Take the medicine box and I'll come out now" replied Fagan. 

Asya did not want to waste time, she walked towards the medicine drawer and immediately brought the medicine box closer to the bathroom door. 

"Already, Sir. What the hell's going on? Why do you need a medicine box?" ask Asya worried. 

Shortly after, Fagan came out in the same full outfit as when he entered and his hands were covered in blood. 

"God, Master. What's going on?" Asya was surprised to see that. He immediately cleaned the wound that was on Fagan's palm very carefully. 

Slowly the wound became more visible. The skin on Fagan's palm was apparently torn. But Asya did not want to ask more about what happened. So she chose silence and treated her husband's wounds without saying much. 

"Here, am I stupid? I'm crazy?" ask Fagan annoyed. 

"For things like this, you're pretty crazy, sir. This is completely useless," Asya replied. 

Fagan smiled obliquely, he did not care at all about the pain and pain that was in his palm. How the wound hurt. 

"As my palms began to bleed, I realized that the reason for our marriage was not to achieve happiness. This wedding was held to cover up the shame. So, it's only natural that what I want is that you refuse" Fagan explained. 

"Forgot that, sir. I don't think there'd be any such desire if you didn't bother with the scorn of them all." Asya. 

"You think it's easy, Asya? You know the competition between us is not just about the success of the company. But also about the news in the media, the image in the public eye and also personal life." Fagan explained. 

"Have you not achieved everything, sir. Success, good image in the public eye, good news in the media, even your personal life is highlighted well just because of an engagement party Elina that night," Asya replied. 

Fagan was still fixated, although in addition to the company's success is a falsehood, but Fagan was still not satisfied because there were still many discordant voices about the situation today. 

"Well, what do you think if I want a child from you?" fagan again. 

At once, Asya stopped his activities of cleaning Fagan's wounds. The girl still did not understand Fagan's crazy desires at this time. She was still too upset by Fagan's desire to get her pregnant with another man. 

"Asha, not pregnant with someone else's child, but pregnant with my child," Fagan explained. 

"Master," said Asya to refute. 

"We go to the doctor and do a baby tube program, Asya. Technology is very sophisticated, I think we can do it," explained Fagan did not give up. 

Asya lowered her head, she pretended not to listen and chose not to care about what Fagan wanted. Asya's mind was certainly not about the ease of technology that Fagan talked about, but he was more concerned about how the fate of the child who would be born from the plan if his parents were not harmonious. 

"Select another woman, sir." Asya completed her task of caring for Fagan's wounds and he left. 

Asya insisted that she would not be part of the plan that Fagan had said it was. For Asya all that will not produce any profit for Fagan, himself and his son later. 

"Yes, are you ignoring me?" fagan Sentak. 

"I don't need your advice, Asya. I need your body to make me have a child." Fagan. 

Such a painful sentence made Asya even more annoyed. Although there was nothing he could do but remain silent, at least Fagan understood that Asya would not grant what Fagan asked. 

Fagan gave up and he went back to the bathroom. He stopped talking and cleared his mind so that Asya would not think him crazy. Feeling worried for Fagan, Asya follows her husband from behind. As As Asya had thought before, the bathroom looked messy and many glass shards on various sides. Fagan destroyed half of the things in the bathroom. He even made a big glass in the sink smashed unceremoniously. 

"Let me help you, sir." Asya pointed her husband's wheelchair towards the side of the bath. 

Asya stripped off one by one the clothes that her husband wore as usual and did his job as usual. After that Fagan did his own bathing habits without being asked, while Asya stood monitoring from behind the glass of the bathroom. He took care of a little he could do. Seeing this, Fagan felt guilty. 

"I'm done, Asya." Fagan called his wife before the girl cleaned up the mess. 

Asya, who got the call, immediately approached and dried Fagan's hair and body and moved her husband from his wheelchair to another wheelchair. Very carefully Asya did it all. 

"Is the band wet?" ask Fagan. 

"No, Mister. I wear waterproof wound dressing, Asya replied. 

She took her husband out of the messed-up bathroom. 

"Call the maid to clear everything up." Fagan gave the order. 

"Let me do it" said Asya. 

"I said call a maid, Asya. Why are you arguing?" fagan Sentak. 

Asya was surprised by the change in her husband's tone. He took a step back and immediately nodded his head. Asya chose according to what her husband said because he did not want to restart the commotion that had just finished. 

After changing Fagan's clothes and helping him get into bed, Asya bailed down to call a maid. Fagan nodded his head in a sign of giving permission at noon to his wife. With a quick step Asya headed towards the servant room that had started to rest. 

"Where are you guys going?" maria asked as she walked with the maid to Fagan's room. 

"Young Master wants the maid to clean the bathroom, Madam," replied Asya. 

"Why are you looking for an opportunity? Do you know it's time for them to rest? Why don't you clean it yourself?" sentak Mary. 

"Ta .. but, Young Master wants a maid to clean up, Madam," Asya denied. 

"Your reason, find an opportunity, yes" cried Maria. "You go in there, let Asya alone take care of it. He must accept punishment for what he did. Fagan went berserk and ruined everything for you, right?" obviously Maria. 

"But, Madam." Asya's confused. 

"No excuses, don't think the maid is here for you, yeah." Maria cussing. 

Maria's ban on bringing a maid into the room to clean up the mess turned out to make Asya not warty. She returned empty-handed because Maria insisted on banning the maid from coming along. 

"What are you stupid, anyway? Still not the same as I said," exclaimed Fagan when his wife returned without a maid. 

"Ma .. Your mama forbid it, sir." Asya. 

"Mama?" tiru Fagan was shocked.