My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 86 - Hugged Grief

Without saying goodbye, Syakil left Ibra alone. Not at all concerned with the cry of the father who held back his departure, for the first time he became a banker. Whatever, Syakil doesn't really care about any of this anymore.

Some people there were surprised and wondered with a reddish mark on Syakil's face, it was definitely a slap he got from his papa.

Syakil didn't say much, he was traveling at high speed. The man broke the heavy traffic of the capital, his gaze focused forward, his goal was only Amara this time.

Arriving at Syakil's apartment looking for Amara's whereabouts, it seems Kanaya has not returned home. The woman's voice is still so clear, the laughter of the mother can explain if they are happy.

"You crave what a prick, Ra? Yes Allah does it taste different if the fried people are not pregnant?" kanaya asked softly as she found out why they had come home all of a sudden.

"Different, Ma .. her name is also pregnant cireng, yes must be pregnant dong."

His wife seemed to be talking to his mother this afternoon. Without Amara knowing if he was being hugged by grief, Syakil was still standing from a distance of several meters from them. Giving Amara and Kanaya time to get the two closer, Syakil pulled the corner of his lips and his heart seemed to warm up as soon as he heard the joke of his two heirs.

"When Syakil used to fit in the contents of a very loh hen, Ra .. even this yes he was born into the world aja not troublesome," said Kanaya while patting her daughter-in-law's shoulder softly, seeing Amara's big smile she even forgot if Ibra was angry last night.

"But you have no complaints during pregnancy? Which you think is weird, Ra."

"No, Ma .. only sometimes I see Syakil's face, don't know why it's all that way."

Kanaya is devastated, indeed in fact there is someone who is pregnant and hates her own husband.

"Usually similar to the Papa later if you see Syakil, can't wait to see Oma's grandson. If it looks like Syakil mah Alhamdulillah very, do not look like Om Mikhail yes, dear."

Glug

Amara swallowed her saliva bitterly, and she regretted to Syakil even more upset with Mikhail. Once Amara even upset even though he only heard his name, the woman immediately stroked his stomach many times while saying in his heart "Don't look like a brother-in-law sintting it is God."

"That-that's it, Ma?"

"Yes, Ra .. the myth is that, if we really sprained see people who are pregnant well will usually be similar, but it's fitting Mikhail Mama's pregnancy is not sprained even similar papa one hundred percent, even a hundred percent, until his nature is taken all," said Kanaya later, Sontak Amara sighs of relief. There's at least a chance the baby won't look like Mikhail, an unsettling sister-in-law who's been testing her mentally since the beginning of her introduction.

Until, some time Kanaya only realized if behind them the son was standing while holding his chest. Kanaya smiled and then resigned herself because she felt the task was done, after all since they only watched television.

"Darling, Mama came home first ... Papa is alone at home, tomorrow-tomorrow Mama comes again," said Kanaya who managed to make Amara frown, why should her parents-in-law leave, he thought.

"Nonsense, Ma?"

"It's what time, Mama forgot to prepare lunch for him .. can be angry ntar," replied Kanaya a little fabricated, in fact Ibra can still eat lunch even without him.

"Greetings to Papa, Ma."

Kanaya nodded with her warm smile, Amara's innocent eyes completely unaware of what was happening exactly. This sincere woman did not deserve Ibra to look that small, Kanaya could feel if Syakil really loved this child.

"Yes, Mama's coming home first. Your husband is waiting for you."

Amara turned her head, only to realize that Syakil was already standing there. Naturally her in-laws hurried home, surely due to the arrival of her husband, thought Amara.

Kanaya's move brings her to Syakil first, she needs to ascertain whether her son is injured or not. Because it is not uncommon for Ibra to play hit on his two sons.

"Why are you cheeks?"

"It's nothing" answered Syakil briefly as he turned his face away.

"Yes, like Mama thought, I don't know Papa." Syakil answered lazily and it was only responded with a rough sigh by Kanaya, he had expected Ibra to be like this.

"You're impudent, Syakil?"

"Mom ask Papa, come home ... Babas is ready downstairs, "Syakil replied later, he refused to explain. Just a strand of smile he gave, because most likely his mother would be angry if Syakil was honest.

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After Kanaya's departure, there were currently only the two of them. Amara welcomed her husband's arrival as promised while they were still there. Yes, hug her tightly if necessary until Syakil complains of pain and asks to be released.

"Why are you cheeks?" tanya Amara realized that if Syakil's face looks different, it feels impossible if it is due to weather changes.

"Hm, just be sure .. earlier in the street there are angry mothers because of being dragged in the queue, so slapped both."

Shakil lies clearly, which is the real reason. She throttled and showed how messy she was today, but an Amara was not so easy to believe her husband's words.

"You lied, huh? Answer me ... slapped Papa?"

Amara did not know the purpose of her husband to meet the father to talk about what. However, where the destination was Syakil said to him some time ago.

"No, Honey. I'm Papa's favorite child where maybe Papa could slap this way," Syakil replied again, he did not want Amara to think things first. Most importantly for now he made Amara believe that Ibra would never hurt him.

"But the former is like this," said Amara as she stroked him slowly. It was strange if it was the slap of a woman, it was obvious if the slap was as hard as what.

"Forget it, later it will also heal itself .. was talking about Mama? I'm just a little creepy, I'm kind of fun." Tasking yourself to look okay even though the stone is exasperated amazing.

"Many, I forgot. Mama was really cool it turns out, young again," praise Amara then embraced by Syakil, the fact that the talk did indeed his mother look young.

"That's because Mama doesn't like to be angry, youthful .. You see, her age is much different from Zia, but if they are even like brothers," said Syakil hyperbola, but not that young as well as the comparison.

"You mean I'll get old fast?"

"Yes no, I'm not saying you like to be angry," said Syakil pulled the corner of the lips, it's easy his wife was hot, just like this he had guessed the no-no.

"Ih but it's there, right?"

"Absolutely not my wife's place, my love .. already I want to see our son, miss too." Syakil switched the conversation because he felt he was on the line of threat.

"Dam!! Is it time in the afternoon?"

"So, Ra? Just look from the outside, not the scene now," said Syakil jitak jidat Amara, it seems that the cells in his wife's body always show a reaction in the right direction.

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