My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 51 - A Profitable Tragedy.

"Remarry on, sweetie!!"

His steps rushed after Amara who was actually ordinary, the man was worried that the wife would completely silence him overnight. Not only the fear of not getting rations, but Syakil is powerless if he has to persuade the silence of Amara.

As expected, Amara did not look at her. The woman remained relaxed down the stairs without caring about Syakil's steps up there. It was about to run, no longer just an ordinary walk.

"The romance!! Np_"

"Surely careful!!" sontak Amara screamed but it was too late and Syakil's body rolled around and ended up on the floor.

As a result of being too hasty, Syakil did not pay so much attention to the steps until he finally slipped and fell right on the seventh step. What a drama it is not, they are not in a scene going apart space and time but this afternoon Amara was made to feel guilty for a sin that she did not plan at all.

"Aarrrggghhhc ... Shitt!! Siallan's stairs!!"

"Even turn off the stairs, your eyes are not cut!!"

Although Amara was upset because of Syakil's decision to still give so much money to Eva, this time her heart was still pinched and approached her husband with a panic that she could not cover up.

"Oh my God, I've been tormented this way you still don't have it softly, whose wife the hell are you?"

Shakil is not joking or looking for attention at the moment. His body was indeed painful and his elbow was very sore, his head was even dizzy and it took him a while to calm himself.

"It hurts?"

Basic wife has no feelings, already know her husband fell and it's quite high, should Amara panic but why does it look ordinary, thought Syakil.

"No, Ra .. delicious, if you need to push me one more time."

There was absolutely no romantic side to it, Syakil completely gave up on this wife. Other women may even scream hysterically when he is in trouble, but at this time his wife actually pulls the corner of the lips.

"Yes you anyway, matatu dikakek .. had been given by God two is still aja, already know down the stairs of the running pack, will not be left too."

Yaps, his wife nags and this is the thing Syakil wants. The more his wife was angry, the more Syakil felt happy, his heart even flowered when his wife was not seducing but evaporating emotions that were stirring.

"Sketan woke up, cengo aja from earlier," muttered Amara because Syakil did not intend to wake up at all but just keep looking at him since then.

"Can't do it, sick."

Reason alone, even though he was lazy and too comfortable looking at the wife with a recumbent position like this. Amara checked Syakil's head, knowing his brain was scattered so it was like this.

"Thank God," Amara muttered softly as she finished making sure that if her husband's scalp was safe and there was no damage, the man still enjoyed being under Amara so much, the white neck and the mole on his chest made Syakil feel at home looking at him.

Syakil cannot be compromised for long. In this house there are not only the two of them, although the status is working but Amara is not comfortable if Syakil starts acting in front of them.

"Let it go," he replied lightly, Syakil turned a glance towards the bodyguard Amara and a middle-aged woman who had come over still wearing an apron there, it seemed that he was panicking from hearing Syakil's scream some time ago.

"You go, I'm fine .. It's just a minor accident," he said, then looking ordinary and not feeling any pain at all.

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Hm, very, very sure."

"But what if your bones are mating_"

"Go away, I don't like to repeat my words many times."

The cold heat the bodyguard made, his master was indeed unpredictable. In any state of laughter he will be very different if talking to others, in fact as difficult as it is Syakil to accept strangers.

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After their departure, then Syakil intends to wake up with the help of Amara of course. The body height and weight is extraordinary for Amara is very difficult, but he does not grumble even though his body seems to be crumbling when helping the husband.

"He didn't hurt?"

Sarkas once, Amara spoke casually when she realized Syakil's footsteps looked limp and so slow, the possibility of her husband sprained, or it could be a broken bone.

"Slightly," he answered still reviewing the smile and then bit his lower lip because it endured the pain that somehow felt very extraordinary.

"I'll just call Nathan's doctor?"

Syakil shook his head, he did not yet have the desire to meet Nathan. His anger at the man was still completely lodged and Syakil was worried that he could not hold back and there was a badar war this afternoon.

"Why? What if your leg breaks?"

............... Resume