My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 20 - Leak

Changing clothes for almost fifteen minutes, Syakil only smiled when his wife now appeared with the clothes he had prepared earlier. Syakil had just finished putting bed linen on his bed, so neat even neater than Amara's hand.

"His stomach still hurts?"

The woman nodded slowly, she looked at Syakil so suspiciously with all the possibilities that could have happened. In terms of physical, Syakil is so masculine and it feels like there are no characteristics of her husband deviated.

"Take the medicine, after that rest ... don't move much," said Syakil softly and now approached Amara, but strangely the wife just a little away and this makes him frown of course.

"Why? Still mad?"

Not angry, but Amara's brain is thinking her husband is normal or not. While Syakil feels guilty, it is clear that his wife is not satisfied with her emotions.

Maybe his wife needs time, Syakil doesn't want to tease him first. Moreover, Amara is currently getting monthly guests and according to her knowledge women come the moon more dangerous than honey bears.

Silence, no talks now. Syakil did not let his wife out of his sight. The woman took one glass of water up to the toilet, it seemed like her soul was hot, not just drinking to make the medicine go into the stomach perfectly.

"Close," said Syakil later, his wife again looked grimacing. It seems that the pain is bigger so he does not think too much about the reason Syakil lied and did not refuse when Syakil asked him to come closer.

The man pulled Amara's wrist, leading her to sit on her lap. Even though without having to be on the bench he can apply the oil brand pride of the homeland to the stomach and waist of his wife.

"I'm sorry, I picked it up for a while" she said, revealing Amara's clothes and then started rubbing it with a little massage there.

"Not most, it's gonna be hot."

Worrying once he witnessed how much Syakil poured the oil into his palm. Although it is commonly used for children, Amara is still afraid.

"Let's get well, Amara .. Have you always been like this?" tanya Syakil looked at the face of the wife who was caught looking at him, Amara was about to avoid Syakil's gaze but it was too late.

"Once in a while, it's not usually this painful."

Syakil nodded slowly, this kind of thing he often witnessed. The environment is a lot of women and they complain about the same, ranging from Aleena, Zidny, and Laura who will usually make Syakil bother if it has come months.

"Pity my wife, how do you usually get sick?"

"Dahan, take the medicine later heal yourself."

There was no time for Amara to indulge her pain, she had to work extra hard to make her life okay. Such pain is usually able to pass, for some reason now so this pampered, he thought astonished.

Clever enough to get his wife carried away, Syakil really seemed to be without sin and brought his woman used to it and made her forget a little about the pain.

"Sister Zidny? Who lost the baby yesterday?"

Syakil nodded slowly, among the things about Zidny that Amara remembered only the incident of the woman panicking tremendously because of the loss of her baby. One family was panicked until almost an hour later he remembered that his daughter was in the house of the in-laws, a very memorable introduction for Amara.

"He's funny, he's young, he's forgetful" said Amara chuckling, the woman was easy to laugh just because of a little thing like this.

"He is old, Ra ... Mikhail's age, his son is also two," Syakil said later, considering what happened yesterday he was also a little upset actually.

"Hm, I think it's the same age as Zia's sister."

Their conversation began to blend, it seems that Syakil's touch in addition to making it comfortable also managed to make Amara melt. Syakil's pent-up abilities are slightly different from Mikhail's, the way Syakil forces is indeed more subtle than Mikhail's, but still equally coercive.

"After, want to sleep?" syakil asked after feeling enough and Amara looked a little comfortable, either because it was influential or Amara was just nervous until she was quiet so.

Amara shook her head, this hour is no longer a nap. Dusk is almost nearing and where maybe Amara can sleep now. His stomach feels warm, and indeed after the massage Syakil the pain is slightly reduced.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?"

Amara was about to get out of Syakil's lap, the man wrapped his hands around Amara's waist. Before he had never dared to do this, even if he dared to steal the opportunity because Amara was asleep.

"And it's done" said Amara slowly, but not with her heartbeat.

"You haven't answered my question yet" he said without letting go of the wife's beautiful bead, very, very clingy.

"Which question?"

"About my lies, are you still angry?" syakil asked seriously, although he understood whether his intention was still that it might not be acceptable.

"Not angry .. but, I'm confused why it's so far," said Amara, looking down and then sighing violently.

"Hm, the answer is the same, Honey .. I wanted you from the beginning we met, to the point that all I had in mind was that way. Because if I really am an angry hamili not only you, but Mama and all those who know us must be angry," Syakil explained with his own eyes, although honestly there was a million sadness when he looked at his wife's face.

Tbc