THE CRUELTY OF MY PARALYZED HUSBAND

4. Underwear

The most important part of everything that happened this morning was Fagan's indifference when his wife was mistreated by her mother and sister. Although Fagan also hated Asya, but a husband should not treat his wife as a maid. 

"It's easy to say I'm full when I'm done cooking. They really drive me crazy" Asya said. 

She called the maid and asked for all the dishes she had made to be taken to the back house where they were staying. 

"Really, Madam? Is this really all for us?" ask Lia—the head of the maid. 

"really. Bring it, no one eats here. The owner of the house and also Young Miss had gone out for breakfast," explained Asya disappointed. 

After the head maid went to bring food, Asya went to the room. At least he had to take a shower to throw away all the fatigue that had plagued him since he woke up earlier. 

"The nurse who used to take care of me was at home with Mama because I was married. Now your job is to take care of everything I need. This includes bathing, changing clothes and everything" Fagan said as his wife exited the bathroom. 

Hearing that explanation, of course Asya was surprised. Although he was his wife, but he was not ready enough to touch the man's body. 

"Why not ask him to come back? Wouldn't you be more comfortable with her for that matter?" ask Asya. 

"Don't fight," snapped Fagan covered all his awkwardness. Actually, he found it hard to resist what he felt. Shame and anger can not be removed just like that. 

Asya had no other choice. He began to move closer to Fagan and disarm one by one the clothes the man was wearing. The rest of the underwear Fagan wears now. 

"Enough, I can do the rest myself. Wait here, I don't want to scream, call you when I'm done" Fagan said. 

Asya just kept quiet, she stood behind the bathroom door waiting for her husband to call her to help. At least he didn't have to bathe the big baby like he had imagined. How also the situation has never crossed the brain Asya all this time. Especially after all the treatment he got. 

"Asians!" fagan in the bathroom. 

Asya immediately walked in and found her husband had changed his underwear with a bathrobe. Fagan was able to switch wheelchairs on his own. 

"Ba ... How do you move a wheelchair?" ask Asya curiously. 

"No matter what, take me out and get my clothes ready" interrupted Fagan half-snaps. 

"That's not my closet, it's yours." Fagan prevented Asya from opening the door of the last cupboard. 

Stunned, she could hardly believe Fagan had prepared a closet for her. 

"My fingers? Where is it possible, sir?" ask Asya. 

"You forgot about me? I'm a rich man and I can do anything for you" Fagan said. 

"Where should I take your clothes, sir? I don't know anything" Asya said. 

"Without the glass. Just get me a casual t-shirt and pants. I'll just be home today" Fagan explained as he gave the order. 

Asya moved quickly and immediately opened the closet. Piles of t-shirts and pants casually mount with a variety of colors and certainly the brand is not kidding. He picked out a set of casual clothes and took her closer to Fagan. 

"****** ********?" ask Fagan. 

"Ah, sorry." Asya did not expect that she would have to serve the man to such a detail. 

He left and returned with an ****** *****. Asya was confused as to how because of course it was dealing with the forbidden area that belonged to her husband. 

"You're my wife, aren't you? Why bengong?" Fagan gritted a little. 

"Ah, sorry." Asya did not want to be nagged again so he immediately approached and rested in front of Fagan. 

He put one by one Fagan's legs in and made him stand up slightly to put on his pants. Fagan's heart was ashamed not a bitch. But he must be used to it because after marriage, Asya who will drain all that. 

"Do not expect more, Asya. It didn't work at all because all the nerves were dead. There won't be any reaction there" Fagan explained. 

Asya felt no need to chimed in on what her husband said. He just nodded his head in understanding. "Thank God if it doesn't work at all, sir. I'm happy," Asya said in her heart. 

In his silence Asya felt there was also good luck Fagan's manhood was paralyzed like his feet.