My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 72 - Panic Half Sane

"Sleep, what are you waiting for?"

Syakil rubbed Amara's face so gently, it had been almost thirty minutes Amara just stared at the sky while occasionally sighing softly.

"Susu," he replied without turning his head towards Syakil, the man then rubbed his face rough when he realized that he had completely forgotten such an important thing.

"Gosh, not yet?"

"You really forgot I haven't been drinking milk?"

Be careful in answering because this could be a battleman trap, if Syakil is wrongly answered it could be Amara will be angry and say if the reason he forgot is because he thought too much about Ganeta, just like on the highway.

"I'm sorry, wait ... I made it for a while," said Syakil moved quickly, did not forget to kiss Amara's face first, not what is considered messum because it was his one hundred percent.

"Don't be long," asked Amara in a hoarse voice, to be honest she was actually already sleepy.

It's just that Syakil who hugged Ganeta in the hospital was still in the shadows in his eyes until finally Amara's emotions back up and ended up throwing Shakil's bolster and pillow while her husband went down to the kitchen.

"May he hug until he closes his eyes!! What a vow!!"

Amara was furious, if it could be possible that the bed would he turn back because his frustration was now as high as the sky, his breath was dusty with a chest that was doomed to feel hot.

Although Syakil has explained many times if the reason is only because it wants to ensure feelings, but a woman is reluctant to share even if it is the touch of her husband.

While in the kitchen, Syakil who was brewing warm milk for his wife did not think at all. The man believes that the wife is waiting for him, obviously he has to be quick.

"Aarrghhh shitt!!! Yes, Lord ... water jahanaam!!"

Tonight it seems that Syakil's sanity is also a little disturbed. The matter of the hot water splash he was angry and cursed indistinctly as if the boiling water would understand his words.

"Dammit!!"

His legs felt sore, Syakil even needed time to be able to refocus and put pregnant milk for his wife. He could not go back at this time, Amara could go back to rage if his tongue was made to burn by Shakil's actions.

"Calmdown, Shakil. Right now you will always be wrong, be careful if you want to be okay," Syakil told himself, before returning to his mental room it was obvious that he had to be ready and make sure his fate would be fine after this.

Almost fifteen minutes, yes he understood this quite late and most likely Amara will go berserk again, but Syakil still tried to be relaxed when entering the room.

Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.

Shakil was even Istighfar as he entered his bedroom, the man shook his head slowly and swallowed his saliva bitterly when he realized how devastated things were here. He has been knitter since earlier, now the man is increasingly made to worry.

"Sa-sayang .. sorry for a long time, the milk was wrong," said Syakil a little fabricated, to be honest if his feet were hit by a hot water spill that he was worried Amara was just nagging tonight.

Syakil put the milk on the nightstand, although he saw the pillows and bolsters were already scattered below, the man remained calm and did not ask why and why.

"Sleep?"

The man only realized that his wife had slept so soundly, with a blanket that only covered the eyes of Syakil's feet sure that Amara was indeed rebellious and vent his anger a moment ago.

"Honey, the milk drinks first ...."

There was no answer, the man stared confusedly at the glass of warm milk. Too bad if not drunk, but Amara is so sound and usually will not be disturbed.

"Sleep, you have been sleepy since," said Syakil pulling the corner of his lips, tonight he is safe and likely will not hear Amara's chatter after this.

Tonight is just a pillow and bolster that Amara threw, whether tomorrow-tomorrow what else. Syakil sighed softly while picking up his pillow, if Amara was already angry it would do something unexpected.

"Ck, but the milk is redundant."

"Aaaakkh .. leganya," he said after burping quite large, just contact Syakil shut his mouth worried if Amara woke up to hear it.

Tonight was so complicated and long, thank God Amara was closed when Syakil was relieved after taking his step. Shakil pulled over the boy's hair that covered Amara's face, the man stared fixedly at every inch of his face.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm subtle it thinks you're who you used to be" Syakil said, touching the soft scar so small near her eyelids, Amara had the scar while Ganeta had none.

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The dark night that seemed not to end yesterday has now changed, Amara woke up first while Syakil was still asleep by hugging him so tightly.

"I overslept, her milk was gone .. Is it possible she drank?"

Amara talked to herself when she realized there was an empty glass on the nightstand, of course it was a glass of milk last night.

"Basar dodol, his lips even belepotan .. he made milk as thick as anything," said Amara when he realized above Syakil's lips look brownish stains, brownish, just a toddler learning to drink milk with a glass.

Her husband's breathing was still in order, Amara looked at her husband's face for a while. It seemed that the man was indeed tired, a little regretful he threw the Shakil pillow on the floor last night actually.

Unfortunately, it did not last long. Amara's stomach is now in revolt and the call of nature makes him have to release Syakil first, at this time what is wanted is a restroom, not the embrace of Syakil.

"Aaawww... What did I eat last night!!" angry Amara while running small to the bathroom.

After Amara left, Syakil groped to his side. The man opened his eyes when he realized he was alone. "Marrion?"

His sleepiness suddenly disappeared in an instant, the man regained consciousness and began to frantically search for Amara outside the room, of course, with the high level of excitement that makes the residents of the house, especially Mikhail who was drinking coffee down there, panic is extraordinary.

"So crazy, why are you yelling so early in the morning?"

"Amara, Brother .. Where is he? I wake up alone, usually he's been up all day lately." Shakil was worried, the man ran and asked the bodyguards to move quickly.

While those who were on guard were still convinced that Amara had not left could only obey Syakil's wishes, he was already panicking and had not even had time to wash his face.

"Yes, Lord Amara. If you're angry why do you have to do this, honey? Don't leave me please."

Seeing his sister exactly the fish ran out of water obviously Mikhail was curious. "What's wrong? You guys got a problem, Kill?"

"Hm, I met him with Ganeta last night, and when I woke up early ... Amara left," said Syakil ruffled his hair in frustration, Amara's promise that saying if he won't go is just nonsense to Syakil now.

"What?!! You insane? Oh my gosh, Shakil!! If he returns to Indonesia secretly how? Die you, Syakil .. It's not funny to be left a second time and you're a widower in our family." Instead of making it calm, Mikhail made Syakil's head even more as if he wanted to break.

"Shut up!! Can you help me find? Don't say so much!!"

"It could be, but how is it .. I have to go to your office, it's my job now. You've paid me big enough, you have to take responsibility dong."

"Oh my God, Mikhail. I pay you again, help me find my wife!!" syakil was forced to budge in order to involve Mikhail who is usually smart if he has acted in finding someone's existence.

"Hm, so it's not good. But, said Mama is not good to refuse sustenance, come on we move!!"

-tbc

Hi-hai, tonight I brought a novel recommendation from one of my friends, hayu stopped by as well.