My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 56 - The Past

Not too well, but Syakil still try better to live his day. In order to establish cooperation with the company he had long sought, Syakil decided to accept the offer of the company's leader.

"I don't go, yes" said Amara tidying up the collar of her husband's shirt, the trauma of having received Syakil's hot kiss in the crowd was the reason.

"Hm, after all just lunch .. later tonight we both eat outside, you just rest this afternoon."

Syakil pulled the corner of his thin lips, although Amara was silent and did not offend the reason the man clearly understood Amara's intentions. Too bad his wife looks a little tired this time, if only Amara is okay the possibility of Syakil will still bring his wife.

"Yes, but are you sure you're good?"

"Ehm the nausea still feels real, but what do you want? Nathan said the sympathetic pregnancy is not only a day two days," Syakil said later, yesterday - yesterday he refused to be invited to check on a human named Nathan, but in the end still need too.

"I've put the wind oil in your pocket, oles aja if it starts to nausea or dizziness ya."

Syakil nodded with a flat face and was still thinking how to exterminate the thing. Just yesterday the skin was made to burn, Syakil will never want to go into the wrong hole after this.

"You don't hear me?"

Just because Syakil doesn't speak is a problem. Amara was upset because she did not look at Syakil's face, knowing he if Syakil nodded.

"Denger, Darling .. I nagged twice instead," Syakil said defensively, he felt nothing was lacking and had answered as he should.

"He answered, his lips were cut open to talk, not just to his wife."

Lost for words, since when his wife so chatty beat Kanaya this way. He does like Amara who talks a lot, but if it's like this he's too tight.

"Yes, Nyai."

"Huh?"

Do not accept being called nyai when lately he is chatty and his way of speaking is like an older person from Syakil. This is more and more Syakil realized and felt after he fell from the stairs.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, dear .. so."

Amara's eyes had dodged even her eyeballs as if they were about to come out. Syakil really feels his wife is as funny as it is but does not dare to be uprooted because if his wife is angry can break the line of the silahturahmi.

"Your lips are dry, for a moment."

Syakil bit his lips to be able to hold a smile that would be wide open. Amara ran to pick up the colorless lipbalm, which Syakil would want if his lips changed.

"Ribet, you know what."

Uncompleted Amara opened it, Syakil pulled the nape of his neck in the blink of an eye and of course the man stole the opportunity behind necessity.

"Please tidy up" said Syakil then after removing the pagutannya, Amara's heart is still always beating indiscriminately when receiving spontaneous treatment of her husband who often without her guessing.

"Superficial," muttered Amara sighed softly but still she followed Syakil's will.

Moisturize the lips in a different way but quite successfully actually. Amara gently rubbed Syakil's lips and tried to look ordinary even though her heart seemed almost dislodged realizing the man's gaze was only on her.

"Well, I'm leaving .. Not long, you don't forget lunch."

Only a while ago he did it, now before leaving Syakil again gave a sweet kiss as a sign of his goodbye. The man took a quick step because indeed the appointed time was only a few minutes away, it would be impolite if at the first meeting the impression was not as good.

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It only took some time for Syakil and Kendrick to arrive at their destination. The two stepped gallantly towards a VIP room in the capital's restaurant. Syakil looked at Kendrick before then deciding to enter, a little strange indeed because someone waiting there just wanted Syakil to enter alone.

When entering, Syakil actually felt increasingly strange when he realized a man who was waiting with a position behind him, if he saw from his stature the age of the man would not be much different from Ibra, the father.

"I'm sorry, Mr. .. did I make you wait a long time?" Syakil was confused about how to say hello because it seemed like the man was aware of his presence but deliberately did not greet him first.

"Hm you're finally here too, sit down."

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That sound? Syakil clearly remembered the owner of the heavy voice. Syakil's eyes looked around him, the man was alone without a princess who always followed him like four years ago.

"Hahaha you grew up to be a grown man as I hoped it turned out ... How are you, Syakil?"

Syakil clenched his hands, his chest rumbling and his teeth now grinding as the man laughed and looked at him with a face that was getting older.

"I think I'm in the wrong room, permi_"

"Wait, Syakil ... We haven't seen each other in a long time, wouldn't we be better off exchanging news?"

Exchange news? Syakil grumbled at the man's words. The old man who used to not care about Syakil's tears on his wedding day.

"Ck, how are you? I've closed a life story related to your family .. If you ask come just to talk nonsense, I'd better go."

Shakil did not lower his chin at all, the man was showing that he was no longer Shakil who was once considered inferior and lived in the shadow of Ibra.

"Your wife is so beautiful, so smart to look for my daughter instead."

Syakil took a rough breath hearing Wiranata's words this time, after first losing responsibility and completely closing his eyes and ears, now he came and offended his personal problems.

"Yes, as you can see she's pretty and not a coward like your daughter."

"Are you a coward? A coward who cannot be forgotten to the point that you married the exact same woman as my daughter Ganeta .. Is that right, spoiled child?" The man smiled slanted while tapping his fingers on the table, he again humbled Syakil just like a few years ago.

"Dragon's talk you! I am not a spoiled child as you mean," said Syakil relaxed but full of emphasis, he will not rush or give a raw bogem on the man's face. Yes, Syakil is not that kind of man.

"Yayaya is no longer, I salute your struggle .. I never expected you to be able to keep fighting after my daughter left," he said casually as if really admiring the success of Syakil.

"Thank you, but I don't expect your praise." Somehow this man is real, Syakil himself is confused. Since long ago he often demeaned Syakil and praised Mikhail, until when Syakil asked for the blessing to marry Ganeta umpteenth time, Wiranata agreed unconditionally.

"You ... don't want to know anything about my daughter? Hasn't you been looking for her for the past four years, Syakil?"

..... Resume.