The Passion of Love of the President
THE BONUS CHAPTER V
Coming home with happy news, Mikhail kissed his wife's forehead long enough after finishing kissing Mikhayla and also his two sons who are now asleep but not so late.
"Cock smile, Why?" asked Zia gently and then rubbed Mikhail's forehead a little reminiscent, her husband always came home with a little run just for the sake of being able to meet his little angels.
"When I met a candidate, Zia .. they're rich, too, dear."
Zia was very understanding of Mikhail's calculations, but she was completely unaware of when her husband became a double eye. The man chuckled at the confused face of his wife, perhaps not ready to be taken for granted, Mikhail thought.
"What do you mean, Mom? Tell me the obvious," said Zia gently, she was confused as to what exactly Mikhail was possessed by.
"So in the office, Mas had met a business partner who yesterday Mas storyain ...." He paused for a moment, his breathing was stifled and could not continue speaking at this moment.
"Then?"
"We agreed to match her daughter with one of our sons, between Sean and Zean after adulthood," said Mikhail successfully made Zia choke spit, there's just a word this husband.
"Huh? A mate? Is it still the age of all sorts of fools?" Zia was not out of thought with the idea of Mikhail who could be brilliant to the point of no longer imagine this.
"Ck, it's better than Sean or Zean to follow in our footsteps, dear .. do you want our son to be great-grandson as well as his papa? It's not gonna be, is it?" mikhail asked fearlessly if Zia would be angry with his original question.
"That's the mouth, can't!!"
If only she was not with her children, maybe Zia would scream with all her might because her husband was indeed making a headache.
"Sorry, Honey ... I'm just scared."
Yes it's up to Mikhail alone, after all his plans, his decisions and the head of the household is himself. So, it's okay if Mikhail thinks of such things.
"Hm, your decision must have been the best .. I believe in you anyway," said Zia gently as she loosened her tie, serving Mikhail even though her eyes had felt a little heavy this time was a must.
"Thank you, sorry for coming home late tonight."
"No problem, the important thing is to go home" Zia replied later, there was only an answer to the words coming out of Mikhail's mouth.
"Yes, Bryan's mother went to the hospital, so Mas had to go there first just to go home," explained Mikhail although at all Zia did not ask paxa the husband.
"Thank you to my wife, you're so nice .. so you want to take another honeymoon" Mikhail said and made Zia roll her eyes lazily.
Zia no longer answered, she refocused on taking off her husband's work clothes. For this matter Mikhail's hands were indeed a little spoiled.
"Mass? How come your back wears this? Pegel huh?"
Mikhail forgot to take it off, and when he came home Zia already knew to succeed in creating a riot at this time.
"Slightly, please let go, Zia ... hot for a long time," said Mikhail grimacing and just re-feeling the effects of the heat koyo suggested by his iron candidate last afternoon.
"This koyo what the hell, Mas? How red is this? Yes, cabe?" asked Zia ketar because of the worry that now Mikhail felt was no longer warm but spicy.
"Hm, he said it's more potent, Zia."
Zia clucked in confusion, hearing him alone was already scared while Mikhail stuck it in several places, that bit as bad as not enough one, Zia thought.
"Yes, Lord .. is it hot?"
"It was very, very hot" Mikhail said later, he smiled bitterly and only realized that it was amazingly hot.
"Why wear this one too? Wear the usual was hot, you're weird anyway," grumbled Zia wanted to be angry but could not, obviously the reason just because it was not hearty.
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Mizi️