My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 93 - As usual.

"You have to go now?"

Syakil asked while pulling the corner of the lips, satisfied to see Kendrick's face that looks flushed after he was plucked as a prospective sister-in-law.

"Yes, Mr. .. there's something I have to work out," he said trying to remain polite despite his overwhelming annoyance at the man.

"Ah yes I forgot, Ganeta is alone huh?"

Kendrick lost face today. The man tried to be calm despite wanting to tear Syakil's mouth apart. Regretfully he was acting pretentious hero in front of Syakil earlier, maybe this was the beginning of ridiculed for many years.

"My father is sick, sir."

"Dad? Didn't your father die two years ago?"

Too nervous to lie he was wrong. Kendrick was completely misbehaved as it seemed, he was confused about looking for an excuse especially because it had already been mispronounced.

"My stepfather, my mother is married in a month."

"Did?"

More and more making up, after all since when his mother dated another man. In old age it is not possible if his mother has plans to marry again.

"Beck strange, already there .. make sure he has lunch, if need to be fed."

Yayaya, this time it was Syakil who won. The man also did not have the courage to go back to taunting Syakil. Syakil's crisp laughter only made him even more uneasy, not to mention when he saw the big man approaching them.

"I have to go, my mother's been waiting, sir."

He still talks that way, even though the task of keeping Ganeta is also from Syakil. However, why can he be embarrassed when he wants to do his job immediately.

As fast as lightning he got back in the car, the man spurred the speed of his vehicle to leave a confused face Mikhail because he felt avoided as fast as lightning.

"He why?"

"Obviously, there's always been a priority for Kendrick these days" Syakil said, looking forward to it, which seems to be the first task that's not at all burdensome for Kendrick.

"Ganeta?" mikhail asked curiously.

"Ehm, who else."

The man chuckled then, it seems that indeed today is full of happiness. Maybe their problem is over, Mikhail thought.

"Wrinkle, years of being loyal to his boss to the point of not having time for women .. Once you can even be his ex-boss, your relationship is indeed sweet."

Mikhail nodded slowly, he was the most reliable observer. The man went back to sipping the warm milk he had brewed himself in that super-large glass.

"My husband?"

"Calculation, I ask for a little .. Your wife is not stingy," Mikhail replied a little curiously, even though this is the first time.

"You drink that much? That's five drinks for me, Mikhail. You drink milk out of thirst or what?" Confused as well actually, why should it be that much.

"Excessive, while I'm still wearing a glass why get angry?"

"Certainly I deserve to be angry when you drink it what? Bucket?" irked Syakil then left Mikhail, just this morning invited to exercise. After all he drank that much milk, it was only natural that the fat was rampant.

"Drink straight from your wife" answered Mikhail as he pleased and made Syakil's palm land on Mikhail's belly.

BUGH

"Guughh!! Basic cruel!! Dismayed brother," hissed Mikhail was about to get angry but it was indeed his fault. Complaining to Zia is also free.

"For your health, don't be complacent just because Zia accepts what it is, sister. It's still good-looking, but aarrgghh your clothes are all too small, Mikhail?"

The older the Zia content, the more weight Mikhail also gained. Confused as to why they are racing so much weight, is it possible to eat too much red meat, thought Syakil.

Even for his own good, he wanted something. Syakil sighed softly, on the other hand he felt unbearable because his best friend had a husband already exactly this giant. However, on the other hand he is also upset because Mikhail always expects rewards in any way from Syakil.

"The latest phone for Mikhayla" Syakil replied later, of course he showed his flat face.

"I'm the one who's trying, why the reward for Mikhayla?"

Syakil no longer answered his brother's words, the man chose to pass then leave as quickly as possible. His wife was more important, a few hours apart made Syakil's longing so deep.

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Returning to the room with a feeling of excitement, Amara was busy changing the actual bed sheet that was not yet dirty. Amara looked at her husband and approached Syakil as soon as possible.

"Are you okay?"

"Hm, as I promised I'd come home for you."

Once ready to approach the sender of the siallan doll, Amara allows with a feeling that is not okay. Of course, his brain was contaminated by the movie he was watching.

"Have you? Whoishe? Why would you send that?" amara asked in succession and she really wanted an answer from Syakil.

"Obviously, people who don't like our happiness .. do you want to know him?" syakil asked gently, in this position he did not yet have any thoughts of revealing what happened to his wife.

"No, I'm scared. He's evil, right?"

"Of course, which good person has such crazy thoughts, Ra." Syakil said casually with his shady smile.

Amara nodded in understanding, maybe after this she would really not be willing to accept anything from anyone she did not recognize.

"Have not thought, hug first .. My body hurts all," he said then hugged his wife's body tightly, channeling the affection that he felt was so great for Amara.

"Aarrgh, don't be strong .. clamp."

Too dear or how until he forgets if Amara's stomach needs attention. Syakil chuckles when Amara grimaces because her stomach protest feels so tight.

"Sorry, dear."

Quickly Syakil lowered his head and stroked Amara's stomach so gently. If his son could talk maybe the words of pearl would Syakil hear from there.

"Be careful, then," Amara was annoyed, but she could not be angry at all. The man could only apologize many times to his future baby.

"Already, forgive Papa yes .. don't why, let's be healthy later become Papa's pride, dear." Talking to his baby like this is very soothing for Syakil, the man looked up at Amara who was also smiling watching his behavior.

"Oh yes, if it's big you want to be what?"

"So doctor, Papa." This time Amara answered by imitating the voice of Shakil made-up like a toddler.

"Doctor?" syakil asked, frowning, strange when her husband was a real businessman and Amara answered so without thinking.

"Yes, let's be great like Opa, continue if Mama's sick I'm cured, Papa." Amara chuckled amusedly, she has not gotten used to interacting in this way. But Syakil's response was different, he seemed silent and remembered the speech of Wiranata a moment ago.

"Can you? He's a doctor, I love it because they're heroes to a lot of people, honey."

"Hem, may be," answered Syakil smiling knots, whatever he will allow as long as Amara wants.

- To Be Continue -