My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 63 - The King Of Drama.

"You're not writing free, are you, Syakil?"

The most ridiculous question Syakil ever received. Mikhail thought everyone was exactly himself, although he did lie several times but Syakil did not always brag in everything.

"I'm serious .. he looks older." Shakil crossed his chest, the man then inhaled the hot milk he was brewing for himself, which he probably made for Mikhail as well.

"You think she was also abandoned by Ganeta?" mikhail asked not at all sure about this, the man grieved in light of the events of the past few years.

"Hm as you thought, after I met him yesterday .. I'm sure he was the cause of Ganeta leaving that day."

In the end Syakil relented and Mikhail felt proud of his sister's mindset this time, after some hard-earned time he revealed that Wiranata was the mastermind, after four new years Syakil believed.

"He's not putting you down anymore?" mikhail asked, looking at Syakil, the real pity if he remembered how his younger brother had been seen so small in Wiranata's eyes.

"No, even we almost cooperated ... Haha is very sly he, after a long time making me mess up now Wiranata is back as the leader of the Maovan Group, funny is not it?" Syakil pulled the corner of his thin lips, his fate was always unexpected and this kind of thing felt very strange to him.

"It's so funny, my stomach even hurts .. hahaha." It was a mockery, his face flat as his made-up laugh.

"Ck, I'm serious!!"

The longer he talked to Mikhail, the more he just rose in blood. But to approach his wife could not because Amara asked for time to watch the drama with Zia and it should not be disturbed.

"Then what about the planet? Is he alive or what?" mikhail asked lacking any real intention, the man asked by moving both hands as if he was in the middle of a public presentation.

"Well, why are you asking that ... I don't want to talk about it," Syakil said, then took a step back from the hot milk for fear that his tongue would blister.

"Siallan .. You discussed it first." Without sin, Mikhail deliberately pushed the Shakil glass until the hot milk spilled and soaked his face and decreased to his neck and chest.

"Aarrgh!! Crazyhead!! You gonna kill me or what?" shakil jolted in wrath, Mikhail's face that really looked relaxed after making his skin burn was really sickening.

"Evidence if you go to school under a yam bar, where there's a way to kill like this." Shakil was at a loss for words, the man clenched his hands even the glass wanted him to smash in truth.

"Mikhail you_"

"Mas," called out to Zia softly from a distance of several meters behind her, Syakil took a deep breath and tried to hold back the emotion that was now about to explode.

"Darling, have you seen it?" mikhail asked shamelessly as usual to kiss his wife's lips, yes if there is Zia indeed this world only belongs to him.

"Udah, the movie is sad I don't like." Zia throbbed, fortunately her face still fit so well. Never would Syakil have guessed at all if his best friend would really turn out like this after getting to know Mikhail.

"Cup .. cup .. cup, what a pity. Tomorrow Mas reprimand sister-in-law, she chose the film right? My beautiful wife is crying."

The interaction of these two lovebirds managed to make Syakil nauseous. Not because of a sympathetic pregnancy but it seems that Mikhail is as gentle as silk that makes it amused.

"He-em, Amara likes it so .. I'm not strong, Mas ... Huaa," Zia replied as dramatically, Syakil who heard it could only gawk and think positively maybe it was the baby in the womb of his sister-in-law.

"When will you be like this in front of me? How old are you guys?" tanya Syakil took a deep breath, it felt like he loved Amara too. But not this crazy.

"Ck, envy!! Having a wife is indeed to be pampered, not to be bitten to bleed," Mikhail said to make Syakil silent a thousand languages.

"Huh? Meaning, Mas?"

"Why, Syakil? What does bite mean?" asked Zia really-benae curious, she also looked at Mikhail who now chose silence.

"It's nothing, don't trust your husband completely .. polytheist!!" syakil then passes leaving them, before his secret is completely dismantled in front of Zia. If Zia finds out it could be Kanaya's anger will be represented by her.

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Arriving in Syakil's room approached his wife. Showing the now dirty clothes and face look exactly Tadika Mesra boy who complained to his parents. Amara who also just entered the room a few minutes ago just gawked to see her husband coming home like this.

"Where are you from? How wet is this?" amara asked to touch her chest, and it was so wet.

"The milk spilled, brother Mikhail is brash." Syakil grumbled and was about to wipe his neck with a wet tissue, this was a little sticky but he refused to bathe twice.

"Oh my God, here's the shirt off .. Let me clean it up."

Indeed Syakil wanted, the man smiled knot when his wife began to undress. Not in the mission of making love at night, but cleaning stains on the clothes and body Syakil.

"So the milk's hot, huh?" amara asked worriedly, because after Syakil's shirt she took off, her husband's white chest looked reddish and it seemed to be a little sore.

"Lumayan," replied Syakil slowly, if it has been noticed this it feels like doused in real hot water he does not matter.

Amara gently cleaned her husband's neck and chest with wet wipes. Athletic body and perfect body, the dream of every woman including Amara for a long time.

"No need?"

"Very, dear ... slow down again, I'm not strong," his whine was amazingly dramatic. Some time ago he mocked Zia and Mikhail as a couple full of drama, without him reflecting that he was exactly the brother.

"Why can it also be this way, Brother Mikhail also jokes outrageous."

She grumbled, however Syakil was her husband. Obviously Amara was angry, the man was nauseous Amara was stark, now his extraordinarily sensitive skin might be peeled off.

"Indeed he is so, understand me .. I hope you do not regret telling us our address," said Syakil poking Amara's chin suddenly, the habit of touching arbitrarily and making the woman panic at once.

"Wait here, I'll take his shirt first."

Syakil nodded, his eyes no longer looking at Amara. Rather focus on all the things that are on the dresser Amara. It seems Amara is starting to care about her beauty, out of nowhere she got because this time it is more complete.

"Try ah." Shakil rubbed his palms, the man began to weigh which I had tried.

-tbc

Good night, sorry yes best I'm late .. but tonight will remain three. Don't forget to stop by my friend's work on this one.