My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 17 - Discussion of the Future

Spend the night at the hotel, consider warming up and getting used to sleeping in Syakil's arms. Although the fear of Amara is already as high as the peak of the Himalayas in case Syakil recklessly eat it, but everything is safely under control.

After arguing and refusing to go home to her father-in-law, Amara was worried that Mikhail would still be there. But Syakil's reason for courtesy to the mother made Amara choose to give up. Yes, maybe he should feel the sense of staying a few days at the Syakil family home.

"If you are still tired of sleeping, Ra .. let Mama and sister Zia who ready for lunch."

"No, Ma. If most sleep will be dizzy," said Amara while sorting out the growth they will use at this time.

Despite having a housekeeper, for cooking sometimes Kanaya and Zia will choose to plunge into the kitchen when they are together. The spirit of the son-in-law is really like Kanaya's ammunition.

"Related, Ra? You seem to be sitting tired," said Kanaya, wrinkling her face, as to whether her sister-in-law might be sore, thought the woman.

"Related, Brother," said Amara gently by showing her sweetest smile.

Not tired, exactly maybe there is no spirit of life. He thought his brother-in-law was still here. It's not that I don't like Zia, it's not at all. I don't like Mikhayla or Zean or Sean. However, the reason Amara is depressed here is Mikhail's whereabouts, that's all.

"How many rounds, Kil?"

Already he guessed, only then did the man approach his inner self. Now it appears with a question beyond reason by carrying a glass of hot coffee in his hands.

"Four possible."

Equally making Amara a jackass actually, Syakil who answered Mikhail's question in such a way made him want to submerge himself into the bottom of the mariana trough.

"Woah, our record of muri. How was mama?"

Still so casually asked, not being self-conscious if Kanaya and Zia were already staring at him that sharp. The kitchen knife that is now in Kanaya's power seems very fitting if it hits Mikhail's forehead.

"You take a shower, Mas ... All sports, the stomach starts to distend so is it not ashamed?" Zia spoke again to save her sister-in-law's mentality.

"Yes, Khail ... Mama is so confused that pregnant is you or Zia actually," chirped Kanaya shook her head slowly. This is Zia's third pregnancy, in order to follow Mikhail's sudden desire for twin girls because Mikhayla already does not like to be carried and pampered again like a baby.

Mikhail would not accept it, but it could not be because Mikhail had lost his checkered stomach since Sean and Zean were children. He kept a regular workout routine, just that his appetite and his over-loved wife made Mikhail inflate a little.

"Don't laugh, your husband won't be much different if he's been married for years. 10 years ago also Brother is more handsome and athletic than your husband, Amara."

Who's laughing? Just smile thinly because Zia's words have a point. His sister-in-law was a little filled, her tall body made Mikhail look like a sugar daddy that he often imagined with his friends.

"Ck, don't do that .. my wife's long-standing inner pressure."

Syakil is upset by Mikhail's more chatty behavior than his own daughter. Although Zia never expressed her objection to Mikhail's behavior, the man still understood what his wife said.

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Zia embarrassed? A little, maybe if in public he would choose to run and pretend not to know Mikhail. This husband is really annoying, let alone Amara, he's amused to hear it.

"Mikhail, your lips Mama chopped too long ago."

The atmosphere in the kitchen is getting warmer, more precisely a little hot. Luckily Ibra did not join, the man seemed to be spending time with his two grandchildren in the front yard.

"Why? What did I say something was wrong?"

"Breathing is wrong actually," Syakil said casually but managed to make Mikhail choke on the hot coffee, his sister was smart to answer.

"Don't you, Syakil .. soon we'll be separated the ocean stretches, what's wrong with joking a little."

Little whatever, almost every meeting there will always be a sentence that he considers a joke but it is amazingly annoying. That sentence should sound sad, but believe me for Amara disappeared abroad is better even if it could be soon.

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"I'm sorry, Ra ... Mikhail likes to joke."

"Yes, I understand that maybe that's the way he interacts to be more familiar," said Amara while thinking maybe that's why.

Seberusaha Syakil makes Amara comfortable with a variety of characters in this house. The cold Ibra, her slightly brutal niece who may still be in her mischievous age, and also the endless Mikhail made Amara speechless.

"After this, we will live together, there will be no Mikhail who makes you uncomfortable. After all It's time you forgot all the wounds and things you shouldn't have felt .. sorry, I was late to come," Syakil said then peeked at the top of his head, although Amara did not reveal how the wound was, as she said, a blank look on the wedding day can explain if his wife has a lot of injuries.

"Two?"

Syakil nodded, his goal of marrying Amara was indeed that. Both, without the other party's interference. His decision to actually take Amara out of the homeland was already unanimous, in accordance with his plan that Syakil come home just a vacation and complete his longing with Kanaya. About Amara suddenly becoming his wife, consider it the gift of hard work from the universe.

"Yes, both .. or maybe three, four or five later like brother Mikhail and Zia who have many children."

Tbc