Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 54

Aishe –

A rope can only break because of two things, deliberately cut with objects or brittle because of age. But what about the rope that connects two people? Can it break up because it is fragile with age?

The fragrant smell of meat sown with rosemary and garlic, spread throughout the room, even to the living room. Aishe who had just come, suddenly flabbergasted by the smell of meat that almost a year had never stopped in his sense of smell.

Who's cooking?

He just came in, put his bag on the couch. Suddenly, Diego comes out of the kitchen in his automatic wheelchair.

"Have you come?"

"Yes, sir." Aishe walked over while tying her hair and rolling up her sleeves. "What are you doing?"

"Just playing around" Diego replied curiously.

"played? With meat and .. is it?" Aishe pointed at the stove that was still burning, as well as some meat in the trash can that looked charred.

"Why? Any issues?"

Looking at Diego's angry expression, Aishe could only smile bitterly, as if declaring all his Master's behavior.

Never mind, why be angry? His houses too. Materials, he also bought.

"What do you want to do, sir? Let me cook." With his friendly smile.

"No need!" Diego took two more pieces of meat, and covered them with pepper and salt. Then, he started putting the meat into teflon.

Aishe let out a long sigh, as she looked at the piece of meat in the trash, as well as some teflon in the dishwasher. He wanted to feel angry, but also could not and was not entitled. In the end, he picked up an apron and gloves, preparing to wash away the mess his host had caused.

But he had not yet made his way to the dishwasher, Diego blocked his hand and stopped him. "You what?" half a judes.

"Washing the mess, sir."

Diego quickly took off the two gloves Aishe was wearing and threw them in any direction. "No need!" lantang. "Just sit there and wait for this to ripen!"

Diego was again busy with his flesh, while Aishe looked behind while biting a finger. Worried, if their last meat will be charred like his other friends. Unlike Aishe, Diego's face was relaxed not thinking about things like Aishe thought.

The woman was still standing behind Diego, watching the man cook. Just about 3 minutes after the meat came in, Diego flipped it over. The meat color that looked beautiful made Aishe sigh in relief, at least this time she was optimistic that her steak would not be charred.

Diego still had a serious face, with sharp eyes as if preparing for war. The highlight of the eye did not even change as he picked up the butter and placed it roughly on teflon. Melted butter mixed with oil from meat, suddenly splashed. The distance between Teflon and Diego was close enough, allowing the hot oil to splash onto his face.

But Aishe responded quickly, covering Diego's eyes with his hands and dispelling the oil splash.

"You threw it rough! The oil will hit your face!" Aishe immediately turned off the stove and pushed Diego's wheelchair.

He knelt down, paying attention to his master's face, was it injured or not?

He began to notice, amber eyes with a stern and authoritative highlight. A sharp nose with clean white skin and a jaw overgrown with thin feathers.

It's very tempting. Very!

Unknowingly, Aishe daydreamed. Paying attention to the creation of God who is very handsome and able to make him fascinated in a moment. However, her beautiful daydream is confounded by Diego's act of pulling Aishe's wrist.

"You fool!" as if diego noticed Aishe's hand that had driven Diego's face from the oil splash. "Already know hot oil, but still in halau. You idiot!"

Continuing to be cursed like that, Aishe was slightly irritated. He stood up and pulled his hand, "Master wait at the dining table alone. Let me cook!"

Diego was unable to protest after hearing Aishe's remarks. But when Aishe was about to leave, he pulled his hand until Aishe's body almost fell on him. Luckily, Aishe quickly restrained her body by holding the back of the wheelchair.

Two pairs of eyes met, one looking for answers and the other curious.

Wh why?

I don't know myself either.

"I'm just afraid you're hurt," Aishe threw away his face.

"Fearful? Because I'm your master? Or because of Gulbar's name?"

Aishe re-enforces her body, but is pulled again by Diego. This time, the pull was strong enough to make his body fall on Diego's lap.

"Ishe, you haven't given me an answer. Why are you scared?"

Aishe was eager to give the man an answer, but she herself was also confused, what kind of answer he was about to give. Because the obvious thing he felt was another fear, which would probably sound ridiculous to Diego's ears.

"Sir, the Steak will fail if it stays too long." Aishe was about to stand up, but Diego blocked him again.

This time not with his hands, but with his lips. The two pairs of eyes of the woman were wide-eyed, between surprise and confusion as to what to react. But when Diego's tongue came in, his mind went blank. Aishe could only follow the groove, following the atmosphere that turned romantic and slightly warm.

The two tongues clashed inside, a fight that was not too fierce, but quite draining their breath.

"Give me an answer!" said Diego with a slightly heavy breath after searching for answers inside Aishe's mouth

"W-what?" Aishe's face flushed red, like a rose that had just bloomed.

"Why do you care? What are you afraid of?"

Aishe was still sitting on Diego's lap. Their two faces were so close, so close that Diego could pounce on him at any moment. His breathing was still hunting, his face was still flushed red, with a timid tone he replied.

"Ha-just scared."

"Fear what?" Ask Diego curiously.

Aishe hurriedly stood up and replied, "Fear like that," she replied trying to dodge. Diego again blocked Aishe's hand and kept asking the same question.

Upset at the same question, also because his stomach was too hungry. Aishe started to react, with a quick movement, he peeked at Diego's cheek.

"Fear like this!" said it.

"Now, can I cook the dinner, sir?"

Diego with his surprised face nodded, then moved his wheelchair and left the kitchen. Aishe's breathing was heard as the man turned around and left her in the kitchen.

I can finally cook in peace.

Ah ... My stomach is hungry!

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