Chapter 10

Gerald's shoulders fell. "Here," he replied. He pressed the button himself. It was a bidet. Water would come out and Gerald could clean it.

Not only that, Gerald pressed other buttons. Kamila just watched how the expensive toilet worked.
"Get me some paper towels," Gerald ordered.

Quickly. Kamila took it and gave three sheets to Gerald. Gerald cleaned his genitals again.
"I didn't see, I didn't see!" Kamila's eyes were deliberately not in that direction.
"Throw it away!"

Kamila was silent. Blinking as Gerald handed her the used tissue.
"Do it quickly!" Gerald said firmly. "I don't have the strength. I need your help," he said.

Despite her feelings of disgust, Kamila took it and threw it into the trash can. It took so long to pee.
Pants had to be put on, not to mention Gerald had to clean his hands with soap and then lead him to bed.

"Oh my God, when will I rest?" Kamila complained.

She was Gerald's wife now and she had promised the doctor to take good care of him. Besides, she still needed money for her mother's treatment, many family needs as well. So, she had to bear it.

There were many things that needed to be taken care of. Kamila remembered them one by one. The only thing that embarrassed her was that Gerald had a movement disorder after the coma. If he needed to bathe or go to the toilet, he needed help. Only a few of his hands could move, often stiff.

"I want to talk to you," Gerald said. The more he spoke, the better his intonation became.
"What?" asked Kamila as she laid her husband's body down properly.
"We are already husband and wife, why did you close your eyes earlier?" asked Gerald seriously.

Kamila struggled to find an answer. "Ah, that, I'm sorry if you took offense. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that I need adaptation. I've never done it before," Kamila replied simply.

Gerald raised one eyebrow. "What I remember is, you are the type of woman who is flirtatious, even though you were the first to stick to me when we met," explained Gerald.

Well, indeed, yes, the Vira. Kamila thought to herself. She cursed her cousin to change. So, it was Kamila who had to bear it.

"I have realized that a woman should not be like that to a man. I'm trying to change," said Kamila.
"You don't need to change it anymore. It's proper for husband and wife to be intimate with each other," Gerald retorted.

Kamila's ears burned. Does this mean I have to serve my husband? Kamila's mind flew far away, she didn't want to now, and she didn't want to in the future.

"Come on, rest. It's getting late," Kamila said, changing the subject. She pulled Gerald's blanket up to his neck.

Then, Kamila got up. She opened the suitcase and looked for her own blanket then lay down on the sofa. The petite girl did not want to be close to her husband for too long.

"Hey, why are you there? You should be sleeping with me!" Gerald voiced out. He patted the empty side to his left.

Kamila didn't want to. The fears she had just thought about would come true. However, seeing her husband's expressionless, handsome face became cold. Kamila was a little afraid and did not dare to oppose him.

Shrouded in doubt, Kamila moved while lifting her blanket. She walked like a snail. It took a long time for Kamila to be next to Gerald. The bed was large enough to accommodate two adults. In fact, there was space between the two of them. The lights in the room were dim. Kamila looked up at the ceiling above her head in confusion.

"It's only been one day, I already don't feel at home," Kamila thought.

Turning to her right, Kamila could see Gerald who was already closed. Kamila was almost crazy, fate had brought her into bed with a man who was very handsome. His breathing was soft and regular. Gerald was facing Kamila. The girl could not watch for long. She resisted the direction of her husband.

"How will I look when I wake up in the morning and see my ugly face, puffy eyes, drool marks, and messy hair?" Kamila felt that she was too much of a ugly for the prince-like Gerald.

Kamila felt tired. Although she had many thoughts in her mind, she fell asleep after a while.

Kamila was able to wake up early. Gerald is still asleep. She brought the clothes she would wear this morning to the bathroom. After cleaning herself, Kamila put on the only knee-length dress she had. It was a gift from her parents on her seventeenth birthday. Kamila is twenty-two years old. Five years ago, it still fit her.

It was cream-colored and short-sleeved, with beads decorating the waist. It wasn't too revealing, which Kamila thought would make it suitable for a meal.

She combed her long hair. Afterward, she put on light make-up. She also sprayed some perfume. When she turned around, Kamila was surprised to see her husband looking at her.
"Oh my! When did you wake up?" Kamila asked.

"Since you started looking in the mirror," Gerald replied.
Kamila felt embarrassed.
"Where are you going?" asked Gerald.

"Your family is having a meal to celebrate your recovery. I'll go downstairs to make sure," Kamila replied.
Not getting an answer from her husband, Kamila went downstairs. She was confused about where the kitchen was. Eventually, she followed one of the servants who was carrying a plastic bag of vegetables. Upon arrival, Kamila was amazed to see a kitchen room that was twice as big as her house.

"Mrs. Arven, what are you doing here?" one of the servants asked.
"I want to help. May I?" she asked.
"It's best not to, ma'am. Madam will join the rest of the family waiting in the dining room. Soon, all the food will be already," the maid replied.

Kamila smiled slightly. She wasn't ready to meet the big mafia family. But circumstances forced her to. Once in the dining room, all eyes were on Kamila. The girl had a tremor.

There were twelve people sitting there. If there was an introduction session later, Kamila had no idea what to say.

"Come here!" The heavy voice came from Max.
Obediently, Kamila sat in one of the empty seats. There were two empty seats left.
"How was last night with my grandson, success?" A grandmother started teasing Kamila. Her eyebrows went up and down.

Kamila grinned. She knew what she meant.

"It doesn't seem to have started yet, Ma. My grandson is still recovering. Wait a while. I also can't wait to have a grandchild."

When Kamila was suddenly mute, it was fortunate that Griselda spoke up.

"How is Gerald?" Max asked.
"He's doing well, Dad. Oh, yes, can we not invite him to eat together?" Kamila replied with a question.
"Not yet. Let him rest. The food must also be in accordance with the doctor's recommendations," Max replied.

"Welcome, Vira Jayanti to the Arven family," Griselda welcomed her kindly.
Kamila developed a smile. Wandering around, they smiled too, some broadly, some fleetingly.
"I am not Vira Jayanti. My name is Kamila Viona. Vira is my cousin and I'm the surrogate bride for Gerald." Kamila said those words.