Serving a Paralyzed Wife
112. Tuna Taste Kiss

Glacia glared at Gibran's presence on the side of the room. The man leaned back with his hands folded. His roar was as indifferent as Glacia used to see.

Before long he snorted at once screeched. Gibran who was aware of Glacia's expression, continuously raised one eyebrow while looking at him.

"Why?" ask the man briefly.

Glacia turned his gaze away from Gibran. He glanced at the closed door, where previously Narendra had left to buy something. Previously Glacia had asked for healthier food that was better, giving the hospital really made Glacia suffer. Who would have thought, this shitty guy would come in when her husband wasn't around.

Seeing Glacia's attitude made Gibran's forehead wrinkle deeply. "What's wrong with you?"

Glacia again glared at Gibran. "Didn't that question fit me better? What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly appear after all this time? Then, what are you here for? One more thing, why did you suddenly look so close to Narendra?"

Gibran straightened his body, walking leisurely towards Glacia's bed. "Where should I answer your question first?"

The man put both his hands in his pocket. His sharp eyes looked at Glacia flat. Really sickening, why should Narendra be friends with someone like him? What they talk about together, while the two are more often silent than voiceless.

"Jawab only," said Glacia.

A few seconds of the atmosphere was filled with silence. Gibran looked at his cousin closely. He also spoke shortly. "You don't need to know the reason I'm here, which you should be aware of is a bit of an effect on your safety."

Glacia snorted unexpectedly. Turns out Gibran is still too narcissistic with his power.

"Regarding my closeness and your husband, it's not something you should worry about. Our relationship is no reason for you to hate Narendra. He's a little crazy because of you, too" Gibran said.

"Oh, apparently you're closer than I thought." Glacia. "You're even willing to come to defend him."

"I'm not defending, you're asking. I'm just answering what I know." Gibran was now holding a haughty side, his eyes as if challenging Glacia who was now clucking a little annoyed.

"You've been a lot more chatty since you lived in Indonesia" said Glacia slowly, throwing her face away.

Gibran did not respond, not even sniffing.

"What is your relationship with my husband?" He looked back at Gibran, demanding an answer. "Never affect him with your bad thoughts."

Gibran laughed softly as if ridiculing. "You seriously said that to me? You know what Narendra did before. Did you forget to stay away from him?"

Hishh!

Glacia closed her lips with a frown. "It must be because of you. He's a killer because of your ugly influence!"

"Hey, Sister. I didn't do anything. Narendra did it out of his own will, I only helped him smooth the path. And just so you know, if it wasn't for me, your current husband wouldn't be able to roam free because he'd be ensnared by the police. Thank God he doesn't have a criminal record."

"After this do not have any more contact with him" said Glacia. "I don't want to know Narendra's other madness."

Gibran grunted flatly. "You don't know, before you knew me he was crazy. You didn't know he ever cut off his own father's fingers?"

"Enough! The man deserved it, indeed" exclaimed Glacia.

Gibran nodded. His eyes did not stop staring at Glacia, nor did the corners of his lips twitch thinly. "Then from that, don't judge something from one side. There is a reason why someone can be so cruel. We don't immediately hurt people if they don't cause trouble."

Glacia. Their conversation had to stop because of the sound of the door being opened. Narendra is back. The man had time to peg when he found Gibran's whereabouts.

"You're here? What's the need?"

Gibran, who was still staring at Glacia, lowered his hand until now tucked back in his pants pocket. "none. I'm just making sure of my cousin's condition" he replied shortly.

Gibran's eyes began to point at Narendra. Narendra also narrowed a little to notice him. His voice looked suspicious.

Gibran gave a faint grin as he walked slowly towards the door. He patted Narendra's shoulder as he almost passed by. "You don't have to put up such a look. I can't possibly mess with my own family, can I?"

Gibran raised an eyebrow. Narendra looked away. After that, without saying anything more, Gibran left and closed the door from the outside.

After the man died, Narendra turned to Glacia who was sitting on the bed. He approached, keeping a bag of food on the nightstand.

"What are you talking about?" ask Narendra curiously.

But Glacia smiled, then pulled the man to sit next to her. Glacia wrapped her hands around Narendra's neck. "You don't need to know."

Narendra was silent as Glacia kissed her lips at a glance. Glacia chuckled because Narendra's face was so serious. "I didn't think your friendship was close enough. Like Gibran said, he came here just to see me."

Narendra was breathing. He took the paper bag and began to take out the contents in front of Glacia. A Narendra lunchbox is open. "I bought tuna because I know you love sea fish. But, do not expect the taste will be as good as when you eat at a restaurant. It's specially cooked, I purposely ordered over the doctor's criteria. Please don't be disappointed."

Glacia can't help but smile. He took the lunchbox out of Narendra's hand. "thank you. I can finally eat other than fruit and vegetables."

Narendra. "Sea fish are allowed. Didn't the hospital also give the menu a few times?"

"But not delicious. I think it's better" said Glacia while tasting.

Narendra smiled looking at the shady Glacia. His outstretched hand slipped Glacia's long hair which was now beginning to look thin.

"We'll just cut our hair, okay?" narendra suddenly said.

Glacia. "Why?"

"Isn't length more of a hassle? It'll slowly run out, later you can wear a head covering."

Glacia.

"Don't worry, your hair will come back beautiful when it heals later."

"But ..." Glacia's sharpness turned doubtful.

"Are you afraid of looking ugly?" Narendra's question seems right. Glacia was silent as if thinking so.

"At this moment I'm ugly" Glacia said.

Narendra. "You're just not as pretty as you used to be because you're pale and skinny" to be honest. "But you still look charming, at least in my eyes. You are indeed beautiful from birth, willing in any condition to remain so."

Glacia lowered her head, feeding the tuna back into her mouth. Narendra turned his head to look at his wife. "You don't believe me?"

The woman did not answer.

"If you're not beautiful, why would Rafael go after you that crazy? Because you remind him of his sister? Bulls**t!" Narendra grunts. "Instead she thinks you're beautiful."

"Why are you angry? Did I ever ask Rafael to be interested in me?" Glacia wrinkled in annoyance.

Narendra. "You don't know how hard I held back from before, because of the men who approached you" he murmured indistinctly.

"What?" glacia asked, not understanding.

"Once you go, you continue eating."

Glacia. Unexpectedly Narendra actually brought her face closer and scooped her lips wet. Glacia glared, she hit the man after Narendra moved away. "What the fuck!"

Narendra rubbed the edges of his lips using his thumb. The corner of his lips lifted thinly, his tongue gleaming at a glance as he stared back at Glacia. "It turns out pretty good. I didn't choose the wrong chef."

"What's? You ... Why don't you taste it right out of the box!" exclaim Glacia Shame. A red hue spread across the pale skin of his face.

"Isn't it the same? Your lips are also tuna." Narendra sniffed indifferently.

Before long the man's phone rang in his pocket. Narendra reached out, then saw who called.

Julian's name came up. Narendra picked up the call, stuck his phone to his ear. "What's wrong?"

"Master, a waiter named Weni just killed herself."

Narendra. He glanced at Glacia for a moment who was also looking at him curiously. Narendra then moved on. "I have to go out for a while" he said.

"What's wrong?" Glacia looks curious.

Narendra rubbed his wife's cheek, then kissed her forehead quickly. "You finish the food. I'll be right back."

"E-H!" Glacia looked up at Narendra who hurriedly came out.

What the hell is it?