The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 15 - Strange

His steps felt lighter, there was no curse and humiliation that he threw when covering the road. Since then Mikhail has been smiling with an indistinct smile while looking at it several times.

A few pairs of eyes looked towards him, the man was foreign and had only entered their surroundings this time. Clothes that have explained if not the lower middle class make him the center of attention instantly.

This sort of thing was common, and he just threw a faint smile at the people there. It was almost invisible, indeed the value of Mikhail's hospitality was almost nonexistent.

It was late in the afternoon, stuck in the bathroom due to the sudden arrival of Zidan that made Mikhail waste a lot of time. While the meeting that he had said was definitely delayed by reason of fatigue.

"Mr Mikhail."

"I?" mikhail asked pointing at himself, a young woman of Zia's age was now walking towards him.

"Yes, Mr. .. glad to meet here," he said a little doubtfully, in fact Mikhail would not know him at all. However, if he does not say hello, Mikhail will make his life miserable in the office.

"You who? Have we ever known him before?" Mikhail asked with his forehead now furrowed, how this unexpected encounter ruined his imagination.

"Erika, intern at my office." Stiff, Erika brushed her fingers because Mikhail's gaze was too scary this afternoon.

There were no other words he gave now, the man just nodded slowly before then staring at his interlocutor from head to toe.

"Where's the father from?"

Only this time Erika confused herself to face men, but instead felt challenged. Mikhail was not only cold to her but also looked evasive, the man simply pointed his thumb back without answering Erika's question clearly.

"Ooh, where I live there, sir ... would you like to stop by first?" The actual offer was a prank but to be honest Erika's mind wanted the man to accept her offer.

"No, thank you."

Shit, Mikhail gave an even more unexpected repson. Since yesterday he heard a lot of confusing gossip about Mikhail, now he himself proves it.

Kanebo is dry, abstinence is nudged and not open to strangers is inherent in Mikhail. Previously Erika was not so sure, because usually men like this can be destroyed if women have acted.

"Well, be careful on the road, sir."

"Yes." Yeah."

A moment later the man again passed by with his long steps. Erika closed her eyes and clenched her hands, ashamed to even want her to bury her body alive.

"Huft .. okay, Zia! You won this time."

They had a bet a few days ago about Mikhail. Zia was as sure as that if the rumors spread were true, but not with Erika. The woman was convinced that Mikhail was not as strong as I was and could not resist the charms of a woman.

This belief arises because he often sees Mikhail out of the office with a woman. That is, he can still be controlled. Now, everything is proven and Erika regrets having once sung-glamorous a Mikhail.

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Today Mikhail did not stray anywhere, the man was already at home before dusk changed. Kanaya looked at him confusedly, the man had just entered and was unceasingly voicing before him.

"Sore, Mom ... Where's papa?"

"Where are you abis? It's as beautiful as it is." Instead of answering the greeting, Kanaya asked something else.

The question was serious Kanaya catapulted, because usually this son will go home with a sour face and often choose silence.

"Not really, just a little."

"Oh yes .. This morning you have not answered Mama's question," said Kanaya just remembered this morning Mikhail ran away when the question had just been thrown.

"Which one?" Mikhail pretended not to understand even though he already knew where his mother's conversation was going.

"Where is she sleeping?"

Kanaya sat down at Mikhail's leaning side and her eyes stared at the television screen before her focusing once.

"If Mama asked that to be answered," said Kanaya patted her son's chest softly, a habit once when asked only to be silent and pretend not to hear.

"Aarrgghh, why the chest anyway, Ma! What if my heart was broken?" LeBay indeed, Mikhail habitually exaggerates everything in his life.

"Yes, answer me! Where did you sleep? Mama asked Edgard about Bryan they didn't see you last night."

Mikhail sighed softly, at this age, the mother still often ensures such things to her friends. It is not forbidden or restrained, because wanting to do it Kanaya will not be possible to remember the age of Mikhail is already an adult.

"Sleeping in the hot..."

PLAQUES

Mikhail had not yet passed on his sentence, Kanaya's palm had already landed on his forehead. Kanaya is indeed sensitive to the place, the thing she wants the most is when her son spends the night in the hotel.

"Jeez, Mama .. is not finished yet! I'm in a hotel but alone."

He was forced to lie, the disappointed look of the mother he could already see even though Kanaya's emotions were not overflowing. The man was naughty but was afraid that his mother would know exactly what he was doing.

"You think Mama believes it? Why should you go to a hotel if you only sleep alone? Hm?"

Kanaya's been living long enough, this kind of thing is hard to believe. Moreover, Mikhail was not such a good boy, clearly he was worried that his son was being moved to more terrible things beyond the supervision of Edgard and Bryan.

"Look at me, Ma ... Is there a lie in it?"

"Huft, I don't know, Mama's just afraid you're messing around." Mikhail and Ibra's weapons are always the same, and Kanaya really can't be angry if the two men in her life have issued her signature style.

"It won't be anything." .... Just one, Ma. He continued the answer only in his mind.

"Not really?"

"Yes ... no." Mikhail answered lazily and closed his eyes, making Kanaya even more suspicious.

"Don't sleep magrib, you won't wake up knowing how you feel." Kanaya patted her son's face gently before then passing from there.

The words succeeded in making Mikhail justify his sitting position and undo the intention to fall asleep at this time. Though his eyes were already tired, his legs were aching and indeed quite a number of steps he passed today.

"Hey!! Syakil ... Where are you from?"

The arrival of his sister from the outside came to Mikhail's attention, still with the clothes that had been on this afternoon. It is certain that Syakil has just returned home and this triggers questions from Mikhail.

"Tumben I came home Brother has come home too, usually Isya outside," said Syakil sarcas.

"The answer was my question, Kenzo's office hours finished at four. .. And now it's almost six, where are you from?" A series of questions sprang from Mikhail's lips, and this made Syakil dislike.

"Ck, what do you care, since yesterday I came home at this hour and Mama never had a problem with it." Syakil styled it sharp, only one time Mikhail saw it home but seemed to understand the most.

"Not just ask, Syakil .. You just need to answer, done!" mikhail said firmly, it was the first time Syakil resisted and he was surprised.

"As Big Brother used to say, I'm an adult so don't set me above Papa."

Tbc