Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 50

Diego broke down his body and groaned in pain. Eraz and Rehan look evil helping their master to sit back in the chair. Soon, Eraz takes Diego out.

Aishe was still sitting on the floor, seeing Diego groan, her heart slightly torn apart. There was no thought of the way Diego approached himself in Aishe's mind, the only fear of Diego's condition.

Farhan was dragged out by several guards, just as Diego groaned in pain. He screamed again, before being taken out.

In the room, there was now only Aishe and Rehan. Upset, irritated, angry, looks quite clearly on Rehan's face. Although this was not the first time he had seen his master moaning in pain, but Rehan's heart was still quite choked.

Seeing Aishe sitting on the floor with a dazed expression as if nothing had happened, made Rehan grow irritated. The skinny, sturdy man came straight to Aishe and grabbed his crown.

"I should have killed you long ago!"

Just as he spoke like that, Ashan came to open the door and made the two turn their heads. "Master calls you, Miss!"

Instantly Rehan let go of his hand just like that, even with his mouth clucking in annoyance. Aishe stood up and left, while Ashan let out a long sigh while looking at his partner.

"There's nothing you need to be angry about! He knows what to do and what not to." Ashan gave him a cigarette and a lighter.

"Just how come he kept such a stupid woman."

"Hey, did you forget? This woman reminds him of his past! Look at his emotions, look how he can pull a gun so eloquently." Obviously Ashan while enjoying a cigarette that he had lit.

"Curtain! You admit that woman so easily. Remember, you were the one who offered the master to kill him?"

"Come on, that was it. Before I really knew him." Ashan put his arm on the nape of Rehan's neck. "He's changed a lot now. How about you train him in the barracks!"

"Don't joke. Barracks aren't for a weak woman like her!" Rehan brushed Ashan's hand away and left him.

Somewhere else. Aishe walked slightly limped through the long passageway. He was in a room with many guards.

"Is Mr Diego here?" he asked with a breath of surprise.

The guards did not give him an answer and immediately opened the door for him. Highlight those eyes could immediately see Diego lying down with a blanket covering his legs.

"Why are you standing there?" asked Diego who saw Aishe standing in the doorway.

Aishe's footsteps felt a little heavy as she tried to get closer, like there was a large barbell tying her wrists.

"Master ..." said softly and slightly trembling.

"Rehan scolding you?" Diego reached out his hand, touching Aishe's cheek. His movements were quite gentle, there was no emotion in his every touch.

Aishe. "How's your leg? Does it still hurt?"

Two direct questions from Aishe, did not address the subject that Diego was worried about. The woman before him with worried eyes, asked about her condition.

Aishe nodded, as if understanding that Diego's leg didn't hurt anymore. "I'm sorry, I was too rash" he said, bowed in regret.

"Where did you get that gun?"

"Our one of your men." Aishe was still bowed, like a child who had just been caught stealing candy.

Diego suddenly remembered that his men were professionals who had accompanied him in the barracks. All of his men were on standby, how could he lose a weapon?

"How did you take it?" Diego held Aishe's chin and made her look up, so she could look Aishe in the face.

"You want me to practice it?" Aishe gently put away Diego's hand. Carefully and tenderly, holding her wrist and moving it to her back.

Diego realized that the hand had moved around Aishe's waist. However, he was unaware that he had lost something.

"Just like this, sir." Aishe swung the black Rolex watch she had just taken from Diego's hand.

"I've been living on the streets since I was 12. Just a year after becoming an orphan, the family dumped me. They just turned me in with 100 Lyras." Aishe slightly raised one corner of her lips.

"By living on the streets. I occasionally take money from road users. I take as needed, then put their purse or purse near the police station to be found."

"Nobody was suspicious, because the nominal I took was only 10 to 20 Lyras. At least enough to buy water and a piece of bread. But it didn't last long, just a year. Until I finally get to work in a restaurant, even stay there until I graduate school."

Again, Aishe raised two corners of her lips. There was a smile, but not a happy smile. Like a smile, when he remembered the difficult times.

"Oh .. So you're a petty thief?" Diego pulled the hand that was coiled around Aishe's waist, making the girl's body jerk forward, until both of their faces had only one fist left.

I could see the anger in his eyes. If sorted and strung together into one, it would be a story that was quite stifling to the chest. No wonder, the insurance money that returned did not satisfy his heart. Apparently, he had experienced something bitter like this since he was 12 years old.

My informant was never able to trace his childhood, probably because he lived on the streets.

Working since the age of 13, saving to be able to buy a house in a big city. After graduation, he worked hard. Gather each Lyra in order to have a house for shelter in winter.

But love made him blind. The house is easily sold only with the lure of marriage and harmonious life. And instead of getting all that, he was killed.

Quickly, he deserves to be angry. His journey for a dozen years, it was not easy and smooth.

"Do you want to know, how can I push you?"

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What would Diego say if Aishe said 'Yes'? Will tell you the truth, right??????