The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 49 - Breakfast.

"Our bad luck ... What time do you sleep, Khail?"

It's almost eight o'clock, not usually Mikhail just out of his cage. Now with a disheveled appearance and wearing only Mikhail shorts vertical cold water that almost froze it without concern for Kanaya beside him.

"Later to get a stomachache, so early in the morning," said Kanaya, shaking her head slowly, whether it was thirsty or she was not aware that she had chosen such cold water.

"Where is it, Ma?"

Do not be surprised if their conversation does not connect, it is common as it is. Mikhail yawned while scratching his head, it might indeed itch this time.

"It's gone, Zico did it in the hospital," Kanaya replied with her flat face, a little bit as if this is actually still the responsibility of Ibra, from childhood the child seemed to have no protection from his parents and relied on Ibra.

"Ck, where are you Gibran? Why would you want to?"

Mikhail returned the empty bottle to the refrigerator in front of him. He sighed slowly, still inexhaustible as to why his papa cared so much for Zico, the troublemaker.

"Where to expect Zico to crash after work just close his eyes."

"Yes, too, still do not think why Mama was almost crazy left behind he married," said Mikhail then, often listening to the story of Ibra's past makes this man often mocking the Mama his neighbor.

"Who is crazy, you don't trust Papa too much, Khail ... Papa you are a liar," said Kanaya staring at the nanar suddenly, a fact she will never forget.

"Lied what problem? Do you mean a virgin?" mikhail asked provoked an answer from Kanaya's lips directly, he only heard this from Ibra a few years ago.

"How do you know about that?" Kanaya sharpened her eyebrows, this son needs to watch out for it seems.

"Ck, small .. men's talk, Papa is Mikhail's best friend too."

Mikhail flicked his shoulders, this sort of thing is only natural. They were indeed quite open, Ibra did not give a limit to which Mikhail should submit, but rather embrace his son as a companion to life.

"Yes, too, Papa, you have no shame in disassembling his disgrace." Kanaya forgets who her husband is, maybe even now Mikhail already has a picture like a big screen movie in his head about their story in youth.

"Hm, but I don't like lying like Papa does, Ma."

"Huh, you're the same! You always promise to take care of yourself for your wife later, what proof? Go back and bring the fetus," concluded Kanaya was eager to flush Mikhail with rice washing water, it seems he was lacking glass.

"It was out of control .. consider it a technical error," he replied as long as it was wrong for Kanaya to discuss this, because Mikhail would not show any remorse at all.

"Zia's awake?"

"Not yet, Ma," he replied making Kanaya buyak, she did not mishear and her heart felt bad all of a sudden.

"Yet?"

"Yes, not yet ... Mama why is that?"

"At this hour, he usually wakes up in the morning! You're crazy, what time does he sleep?" What Kanaya was afraid of seemed to happen, she had expected Mikhail to be that selfish.

"Four three maybe," Mikhail replied later, it was not a joke but it was in fact so.

"Basar is not sane, if until he why-why look out for you."

The umpteenth threat that Mikhail heard, and usually only he considered the past wind. The man let out a rough sigh, His mother hates liars, but once Mikhail was honest he got angry. It's confusing, Mikhail's mind.

"Aman, Ma .. Relax, Zia is not as weak as you might think. My wife is actually a little cayenne pepper." Instead of thinking about what Kanaya said, she said something else.

"Whatever, Mama knows she's a kid and shouldn't be stuck playing a grown man like you." Kanaya passed by with her long steps, wanting to get angry at Mikhail seemed to be useless.

"Mama is complicated," said Mikhail staring at the back of the mother who was getting away.

The estimate is only short, but what happened is quite long. Mikhail returned to his room now, as if his wife had woken up.

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A little run, but no one will leave him. Mikhail pushed open the door of the room, hurried enough to make Zia who was now in front of the mirror aghast.

"Why don't you knock on the door first" Zia asked so frantically, she wasn't used to living with so many people on one roof, she was just afraid that the one who came in wasn't her husband.

"Sorry, Zia .. Not intentionally, dear."

The man smiled faintly, again closing the door of the room tightly. As if to explain that their days will only be in the room.

"What are you doing?"

Actually he already knew what Zia was doing now, trying to cover up the reddish mark that was on his neck. His pouting face could explain if he objected to all of this.

"Let's see" said Mikhail turned Zia's body, his wife had tried to wear a covered garment, but on her neck could not be saved.

"Leave it, just a little." Mikhail touched it gently, there were only a few in sight there, but still it was annoying for Zia.

"It's a shame," murmured Zia slowly, Mikhail did not do this and Zia could hide it well.

"Why embarrassed? That's a sign our first night of success, Zia .. This is a feat that people here should know."

Very confident of him, where does such a thing come from can be an achievement. There was something wrong with Mikhail's brain after the accident.

"First night? The first night of what," Zia chirped unknowingly if her husband frowned, although it was true that she should not have said that this morning.

"What should it be? I forgot," said Mikhail later, he ruffled back his thick hair.

"Eight seems like it," Zia replied after thinking for quite a while.

"Eleven is right." Mikhail confirmed, there are some that Zia forgot about like her.

"What is it?"

The conversation was so serious, their morning really meant that even the two debated if the one in the cafe toilet where Zia worked was counted or not.

"In the car you count?" mikhail asked even more to make Zia blush, they did it both but who was ashamed of only Zia herself.

"Forgot."

"office? Not yet, right?"

Zia waver, why does she even remember that. Zia only remembered the night they had agreed on together, not when Mikhail forced and attacked him without cue.

"It's noon! It's not night" Zia's sergeant won't lose, Mikhail has since kissed him every time he finds an answer that Zia hasn't mentioned.

"Just like, what we're talking about the first night is the activity, Zia."

"What the hell, can you stop?" said Zia was upset half-dead, she had just finished bathing but Mikhail now re-buttoned her shirt slowly while pulling Zia in his arms.

"We turned twelve, I was hungry, Zia .. give me a different breakfast," whispered Mikhail into his ear, a deadly whisper that managed to give him great goosebumps.

"Aaarrghh, twelve of your envy .. I'm lazy to take another bath!!" zia shouted as Mikhail actually brought her back to bed.

"Yes, all day we've been here no need to shower, you smell good despite the scorching."

Completely insane, Zia's body even still crumpled due to the struggle overnight. If he could complain that the pain was even still felt and now Mikhail is back to attack him at all costs. Damn, what Mikhail did made Zia's body again show if she wanted the same thing.

Tbc