My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 24 - Shot

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to sleep here?"

"Hes, when happy Mama did not go home," said Mikhail while enjoying mango juice on the sofa end there, the man did have an unusually sharp hearing than other humans.

Indeed, intentionally actually, finished Mikhayla's birthday party, Kanaya just said if he could not come home. Of course the wrinkled beautiful woman still missed her granddaughter.

"I'm not you, Mikhail."

Syakil clucked annoyed when he heard the brother's words. Although it was undeniable that he was happy when Kanaya asked the two of them to go home before the magrib.

"I know what your brain is, we're both adults, don't be naive, Syakil."

It's true, a sane one should give up. Mikhail would continue to oppress him with various crazy remarks that cornered Syakil.

"Go home, Syakil .. fear it will get stuck, pity Amara."

Ibra was cold to Amara, I don't know why. However, this afternoon Syakil was made moved when the papa said that to him.

"Yes, Pa."

Syakil went, calling the wife who was sitting with Mikhayla and Mikhail's son. If he sees, Amara is a woman who loves children very much, evident now because his wife is able to establish closeness with the son of Mikhail's daughter in the near future.

"Om Syakil where are you going? Time home?"

Mikhayla throttled when Syakil approached her. As if he did not accept and felt dissatisfied with Amara, this beautiful woman who was married to him had a motherly nature that made Mikhayla feel at home.

"Go home, dear dong... Oma's house no one takes care of later," said Syakil smiling warmly, he pinched slowly the cheek of the nephew who now increasingly looks beautiful even though he was only ten years old.

"Auntie's coming home too?" mikhayla asked, holding her hand against Amara's arm, afraid of being left alone.

"Yes, Honey ... Aunty go home first yes," said Amara gently while rubbing the top of Mikhayla's head.

"What then? We just met!!" Mikhayla clucked in annoyance.

"Tomorrow Om same Aunt come again, now go home first .. can ya, dear?" Trying to seduce Mikhayla as gently as that, her nephew's lips began to advance a few centi and her eyes now began to glaze over.

"No way, Om go home alone .. not a guy time not dare."

Her father was a little troublesome, now her daughter was the same. Plus, Zean who took part in putting his gun to the face of Syakil and Sean who ruffled his waist in front of him.

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"Amara's aunt can't come, Om go home alone!"

God, just one made Mikhail difficult. Now they shake and begin to defend Amara.

"Help, Honey ... Who would sleep if the Tantenya could not come." Syakil kept trying in his gentle way, the man sighed harshly and looked at Amara heartily.

"Just like Ida, Hahaha!!!" Sean wettest.

Not yet an adult, he was 7 years old but had dared to mock his own uncle. The laughter of his nephew made Syakil can only sigh violently.

"Om buy some ice cream?"

"In the fridge a lot" said Mikhayla sticking out her tongue.

"Yes!! Zean coughed, Papa said he could not eat ice cream," continued Zean still with a position like that ready to pull the trigger.

"Oh my God, Brother Ziaa .. Your children are acting."

Syakil chose to call Zia, because if Mikhail wouldn't care it might even make Syakil more cornered.

"Om coward!! Same with our mom, right, Zean?"

"Hm ... Om think we're scared? Aaaah Zean shoot too!!" threaten Zean even squinted like a sniper.

"Come on, baby it's late afternoon. It'll be raining soon, it'll be hard to get home."

DOR

Zean who was ready in position actually pulled the trigger and the bullet landed right on Syakil's forehead.

"Big Shitt!! Sick, Zean!!"

It was a toy gun, but the bullet was quite loud and obviously hurt because the area Zean was targeting was his forehead. The man even let out tears due to this jin iprit drip.

"Shoot again, Sean?" asked Zean waiting for his twin brother's order, the rest of the bullets there are still some and could make Syakil run from before them.

"Offiline!! Shoot right in the heart, Zean!"

The criminal, a child already understands how to take down the enemy. Looking at Syakil who was even still so silent, Amara really thought that her husband was in pain.

"Dear stop, pity his Om."

DOR

"Slow, Aunt ... Zean has shot Syakil," said Zean then blew the tip of the gun, whether the scene from the film he copied until now they are serving a role as good as that.

"God, Zean!!"

Zia who had been suspicious of the sound of her child's toys now panicked when she saw Syakil rubbing his forehead and chest many times.

"Zean run!!!" Sean was back to sound so loud.

Soon his son ran from Zia. Leaving Mikhayla who was still sitting on the sofa and hugging Amara's body tightly.

"Oh my God, Shakil .. Are you okay?" Feeling bad, his unusually naughty son did sometimes make Zia's head want to split in two.

"Your son is all brutal, don't watch action movies too often." Syakil exhaled rough, his white forehead reddened and seemed to hurt once, fortunately not hit the eyes.

"Ck, yes your brother taught me, I asked him to watch cartoons."

Strange indeed, but since the first Mikhail likes to watch cartoons. I don't know why her son is different.

"illness?"

"Well, ck .. I'm going home, come on, baby."

Lazy with tenderness, the pain that Syakil felt really upset him. The man actually wanted to be angry, but he was not that happy with Zia's children.

"Izinin Aunty home, darling, tomorrow-tomorrow can still play again. Mikhayla is the same Mama, it's big too."

Indeed, only the tenderness of Zia managed to make this family melt. Finally, after that long drama, Amara managed to fall in the hands of Syakil. Yes, although it must be with the help of Zia first, but it does not matter of course.

"It hurts a lot?" tanya Amara looked up at Syakil's forehead which was quite high making the neck tense.

"Lumayan, ck .. why are they so bad." Shakil hid the slightly throbbing pain at this moment.

"But they're funny, I like it," he said smiling sweetly in front of Syakil who was now grimacing.

"Ck, your husband is suffering, he can smile .. later you are the one I shot watch out for," Syakil said pinching Amara's chin until the woman clicked her lips irritated.

"We're really going home together?" ask Amara before getting into the car.

"Hm, Mama and Papa the day after her home .. Come in, hopefully it won't rain."

She was treated like a queen by a man she had just met. Amara was still stunned every time Syakil opened the door for her, the man always showed love with his actions.

"If sleepy yes, do not be forced .. our trip is good." Syakil is sure that soon the wife will sleep because Amara's eyes begin to look tired.

"I'll keep you home."

"Truly doubtful, your eyes are so small, Ra ... at most five minutes in the sleeping car," guess Syakil then made Amara frown unacceptable.

Tbc