Auction Husband
Massage Therapy

In the morning shortly after waking up, I will directly massage Mr. Al's feet. From the feet to the knees. This is done to provide stimulation to the feet in order to feel touch - touch.

Next, what I will do is wipe the soles of Mr. Al's feet while compressing them with warm water. Its function is the same to respond. His feet look very red. Every now and then, sir will grimace. That was the sign, he did feel what I gave to both of his feet.

After feeling enough, I returned the basin with the washcloth I was wearing earlier to the kitchen. Then changed clothes to accompany Mr. Al walking the road in the garden grass in the yard of the house.

Slowly, I lowered Mr. Al's leg and then supported the man's body.

On the first day, Mr. Al just put his foot on the grass without standing up like now. However, for today I did deliberately want to train the man's movements.

Sweat flooded both of our faces. I also felt that the clothes I was wearing were soaked. My breath was wheezing because Mr. Al's weight wasn't playing around. In fact, he is quite skinny. Bik Sri said before the accident happened, Mr Al's body was very athletic and well-proportioned.

I can't imagine how to support Mr. Al's body if today was a few years ago.

"Enough," said Mr. Al with a gasp of breath.

I helped him sit back. However, his feet were still treading onto the grass. Dew in the morning is said to be good for giving a touch effect.

I stroked Mr. Al's feet in turn, wetting him with soothing dew.

"Tomorrow we'll be early, Gentlemen-"

"Not at midnight?" ketus.

"If the night falls, sir. Not to mention that many ghosts roam. Cerems." I shuddered spookily..

Yeah, I'm really scared. What if at night wandering around here and Mr Al saw a ghostly apparition like me? I'm not gonna let that happen.

I was stunned when I saw Mr. Al who chuckled softly.

"This you," he said with an amused expression.

From this expression I am sure that Mr. Al has not known the dark relationship between the stepmom and the bastard Reno. I don't want Mr. Al to be distracted by this unimportant matter. Then let them do the strange as long as it is not caught by Mr. Al.

I let out a long sigh, trying to loosen the chest that was beginning to narrow.

Mr. Al's naughtiness came to a halt, changing with his narrowed gaze. "Why you?" tanyanya slow.

"Why not, sir." I shook my head repeatedly, reassuring her that nothing had happened. "Come, Master! We're rehearsing again."

Those are the days I spent with Mr. Al. Every day, without missing a day, I invite Mr. Al to learn to walk. If it rains, we do it on the balcony upstairs. And, three times a week I'd take her to therapy to see Boby's doctor.

I'm glad the three months I spent finally passed so quickly. Mr. Al started to be able to walk without a handle. If he is tired, he will sit wherever he is.

That day, I was so happy. The reason, get word from Amanda if she is pregnant.

"Today, Ayna. I'm so happy and I'm calling you right away." Amanda speaks so passionately.

Yes, I admit that during these three months we rarely communicated. Just occasionally sending a chat and replying to each other. My time has been too crowded with activities at home, plus fatigue after accompanying Mr. Al to practice.

In order to celebrate my happiness today, I also cooked a lot of dishes. If I used to help in the kitchen, now the opposite is true ... Bik Sri and the others who helped me cook.

I went upstairs to Mr. Al's room to take him to lunch. When opening the door, how surprised I was when I witnessed the most amazing thing in front.

"Master, Al," call me soft.

My tears just flowed without being prevented. Seeing Mr. Al who was walking back and forth without any assistive devices.

"You're shocked?" asked Mr. Al as he stepped closer to me who was fixated with tears streaming down.

I nodded repeatedly.

"Are you very happy?" ask Mr. Al. Now he stands in front of me with a distance of only a few inches.

"Is this really Mr Alvarez?" I just don't believe it. I wiped away the tears that kept flowing, then I sat on the floor with both hands covered my face.

I was crying hysterically. Happy, must be at once the feeling of fear mixed into one in my chest.

"Hey, why are you even like this?" Mr. Al grabbed my shoulder, took me to my feet.

When I stood up, the man pulled my body closer to him. He hugged me tightly. Without hesitation, I returned the hug and just cried in his chest.

"Thank you, thank you" I said repeatedly.

A few minutes later, Mr. Al asked me to sit on the edge of the bed. Our hands clasped each other tightly and every now and then I felt Mr. Al's thumb gently stroking the back of my hand.

"Is it no longer painful?" I looked at her whole face, which now looked smiling.

"No. I'm fine already," she replied gently.

"Since when has Mr Al been able to surf this?" I asked curious.

"Today, I've been off that buffer. But only today can run smoothly like this—"

"Evil!" I just interrupted Mr. Al. I hit the man's arm with a feeling of annoyance. "Why didn't you tell me that far?"

"In the evening I practiced alone. I don't want to disturb your good sleep. You must be so exhausted, every day accompanying me to practice, Ay."

"Thank you for fighting this far, sir," I said sincerely.

Then, somehow got the courage from where I brought my face closer and kissed Mr. Al's cheek. It was a quick move, but it still embarrassed me. Especially when he saw the man's eyes whizzing, he looked shocked. Maybe I didn't think I could be this close.

"You ... kiss me?"

"Don't go on, I'm embarrassed." I covered my face with my palm and just as I was about to stand up, Mr. Al's hand quickly held me back.

A second later, Mr. Al's hands had moved to both of my cheeks. He cupped my face and pulled closer. Without refusing, I closed my eyes. I could feel the gentle kiss he gave me. It's very intoxicating.

I flew into the clouds and did not want to come down to earth again. His kiss really made my body shake violently.