Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 29 - Mikhail's Request.
Arriving at Keyvan's office seems ordinary, the secret marriage between him and his little wife is stored so neatly. No one knows at all but his loyal people, even if they dare to speak up, it is certain that his mouth will not survive.
It was only ten o'clock, and he was already riled up staring at his left wrist. Today why it feels so long, even he was made saturated instantly. Keyvan several times let out a rough sigh and looked for his comfortable position, a moment later he chuckled without cause.
"What's wrong with me, my God?"
He was funny himself, laughing to himself and confused by his behavior this time. The man reached into the cell phone from his pocket, of course he intended to contact Mikhayla, the wife.
"For a long time, what is he doing?"
Though only a few seconds waiting to connect, it could be that Keyvan was impatient to want it to feel like he threw the phone from the 21st floor. Yes, indeed he was a little impatient in everything actually.
"Hallo ... What's wrong?"
His voice sounded melodious, Keyvan smiled when he only heard his voice. Not at all looking at his face, really anything about Mikhayla why it was so stupid for him.
"Hi, what are you doing?"
Cliche once, a simple question but Mikhayla answered well. His wife was watching television, I don't know what show Mikhayla was watching nor did she ask. However, obviously his wife threw away boredom at home.
"Eat already?" He was completely unfocused, what's eating at this hour? In the mind of Keyvan is now past noon.
"Eat what? Meaning breakfast?" mikhayla asked trying to be polite and not laugh at her husband.
"Ehem, I-yes that's what I mean."
Embarrassed because it really looks unfocused Keyvan answered so. He was nervous all of a sudden, when his interlocutor was just a child. What makes it like this, really Keyvan does not understand.
"Already, made Aunt chicken porridge .. I ate only half."
Mikhayla is not okay. Just like last night's meal, he also did not spend his meal on the grounds of being full. Though only a little, and Keyvan yakn sure the case this time is the same as last night.
"If the meal is finished, the medicine should not be forgotten so that it heals soon, Mikhayla."
He who really wanted Mikhayla to recover as soon as possible, the man was already very impatient waiting. He admitted that Justin was right about him. However, it is only natural for him who is already mature so.
"Yes, I will take the medicine after lunch" Mikhayla replied, somehow regretting that she continued to be asserted about drugs and drugs without stopping.
A few minutes passed and he deliberately spent talking to his wife. His work is actually still a lot, there are some business colleagues who want to meet but today he asked Wibowo not to accept guests just yet.
"Blood, is there much?"
Keyvan didn't forget about this, he remembered it very much. He was still worried, while Mikhayla also did not show it directly, it was obvious that right now he could only ask how his wife was doing.
"Not as much as yesterday, it's better."
Until, their conversation was forced to stop when Wibowo entered in hasty steps with his panicked face. Keyvan who then heard Wibowo's words also looked equally anxious.
"Allow me" said Keyvan, nodding slowly, taking a deep breath. Obviously he had to face the guest who would now come mentally as a real man.
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One minute, two minutes to ten minutes passed both of them were still equally silent. Mikhail came to see Keyvan at the expense of all his pride, he was a respectable person and should not waste time on a man like Keyvan. However, for the sake of his daughter he willingly intervened and brushed off his entire ego.
"Like on, I came to discuss my daughter's future."
Mikhail opened his voice, these two men have the same disposition. Equally hard and ego as high as the caliph burj. Keyvan had been silent since waiting for Mikhail to speak first, it seems they have not been able to be friendly and good relations.
"The future? Mean Papa?"
Mikhail did not mishear, Keyvan actually called him Papa and it was not like a deference but a form of respect for him as a son-in-law.
"Before becoming your wife, Mikhayla's status was an active student of the Faculty of Medicine, not to brag about her but my daughter's school is faster than kids her age."
It's too heavy he's telling you this actually. However, Zia's crying every night was a pain that made Mikhail feel like a failure to be the leader of the family.
"Clearwis? To-medicine?"
Keyvan stared at Mikhail in disbelief, because the data obtained by Wibowo did not mention clearly the status of his sons and daughters. Obviously it was privacy, where maybe he let that kind of thing know a lot of people.
"Why kidding?"
It wasn't about putting Mikhayla down, but it was very unlikely that her little wife was as smart as Mikhail had said. The man thought hard, it seems that he was the one who had actually been fooled by his wife all along.
"I'm not kidding, that's the fact and I'm asking you to consider my daughter's future."
Whats? A student? Siallan, it seems that little rabbit outwitted me.
"Van's? Keyvan?"
"L-yes, Paa ... for a minute, I'll have a drink." Nervous and shocked, his throat suddenly dried up.
- To Be Continue -