Son of Genius: The Handsome President is My Son's Father
In Room (Revised)

QILA POV

Qila, who had just recovered completely from an accident a week ago, where his misunderstanding of Fahri repeated itself, so that the word that was very hated by God was spontaneously coming out of Qila's mouth.

Yes ... not the first time Qila asked for divorce with Fahri this was the second time during their marriage, the jealousy that was too great towards her husband, which made Qila unconsciously say the request to separate.

Tonight Qila has decided to settle the dispute between them, and will hear the true clarity of her husband's version of her past nine years ago before they were married.

Qila was still faithfully waiting for her husband in the room, Qila who had just finished bathing, dried her hair with a hairdryer, and combed her hair.

The sound of footsteps stopped the activity of Qila who was combing her long, shoulder-length blonde hair that was slightly wavy.

Mas.

I looked at the reflection of his face from the mirror, Fahri was silent without flinching.

Mas. said back while turning my body towards my husband.

He was still silent, without flinching a bit.

Mas .. said I back, now walking towards his standing, I Touch my husband's hand, then I hold it.

Reflex he released my hand.

Mas... You why?

It's okay, mas to the bathroom first, want to take a shower.

I was still silent, staring at my husband's departure, Fahri why?

The feeling of coming home RS earlier he was fine, until the intention to carry me inside.

Lah but now why Fahri, Qila time just hold his hand, Fahri refused. My mind thought of her husband's change in attitude within minutes.

Continuation of the activity of combing hair that had stopped when Fahri mas entered earlier, I took a hairpin, then I rolled my hair with the clamp.

While waiting for Fahri to finish the bath, I decided to go down to the kitchen to make a drink for my husband.

Mas .. said I call my husband who just came out of the bathroom is complete with his clothes.

Just staring at me for a while, Fahri mas passed towards my ornamental table, turning on the hairdryer to dry his hair.

Mas.. said I followed him, and stood behind him.

He was still staring at me from the reflection of the mirror, with a slight frowning of his without turning his body.

Qila help ya mas. said I want to reach the hairdryer in his hands.

No need, I can myself QILA, he said pressing my name.

Mas ... said I again tried to force her to give the hairdryer that was in her hands.

Take it, if you want this, he said giving the hairdryer he held, and raised his body that previously sat it.

Mas... Where are you going? I asked to see my husband walking towards the door.

He's still quiet...

Mas... mas hair is not dry yet, Qila can help mas ngeringin hair mas? I pleaded as I put my hands on my chest.

Please say it later, then sit back in the chair in front of the Qila ornamental table.

"Mas... Qila wants to talk." I said back while drying her hair

Hmm.

I am ready. I said to him.

the question she had wanted to ask was instantly lost seeing the piercing cold gaze that her husband showed from the reflection of the mirror.

QILA END'S