The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 56 - Don't Be Low.

Confused actually, was about to get angry which is how because in the end Mikhail still did not have the heart. At this time he still chose silence, his wife managed to make his heart as if in a ruffled.

"Mas didn't ask you to rise, but it seems like your mentality was too low until it was finally stepped on like that," Mikhail sighed slowly, giving Zia a lesson in a rough way like Syakil is also not the right thing.

Exactly the High School boy entered the BK room, so much that Mikhail conveyed so that Zia understood if not always someone's sweet attitude means good. He was not ashamed Zia was treated that way, but did not accept.

He loved his wife so much, even making her sleep late at night Mikhail could not bear. Now those he did not know considered him to be an ash-up, which Mikhail might accept.

Long enough he was silent, Zia stared at the end of her shoes that had been moved since. Honestly, he was tired of standing in the same position as this, too long and annoying.

"Look at me" Mikhail said, grabbing his chin, Zia looked down and just nodded slowly with every expression of Mikhail.

"Who are you?" mikhail asked later, the cold voice that was so intimidating was still the same as earlier. It seems that Mikhail is still that angry until now just keep quiet.

"Zia," she answered briefly, she looked at Mikhail a little confused because this question was a little difficult for him to answer.

"Zia who?"

"Valenzia," Zia replied later, this feeling she had felt when she was a freshman last year.

"That's your name, I asked you who?"

"Your wife," Zia replied beginning to understand Mikhail's current intentions.

"Who?"

Exactly ospek and Zia had to answer quickly the lightning question from Mikhail.

"MN Group's main director.

"Good, you're not the old Zia anymore! If you need to boast about your status."

Mikhail's arrogant attitude indeed had to be passed down a little to Zia like him. His wife was too kind and thought all men were good, in contrast to the principles of life that Ibra taught from childhood.

"Compulsive?" Zia stared fixedly at Mikhail, a little confused as to why her husband taught such a thing.

"Yes, there is no order that you need to follow except the husband .. who has the right to ask you to do this and that is only Mas, Zia." Mikhail pressed down on every sentence, eager for Mikhail to extend the affair with the women. It's just, how bad it would be if Mikhail's attention was on them.

"How about God?"

"That's a different story, I'm not talking about religion, Zia."

"Ah yes, understand."

Actually it's a trivial thing. However, for some reason Mikhail really needed to teach Zia deeply like her. In their so serious condition, her stomach rang for the umpteenth time.

"I'm hungry, Mas, then continue if you still want to be angry," Zia murmured softly, though so soft but could be heard Mikhail clearly.

There's no other objection, after all, it's almost at lunchtime. Mikhail indulged in Zia's desire, though his heart was still so upset, but it withered itself in the end.

A few minutes ago he was that rough, but now Mikhail is even afraid if the pace is too fast. A few pairs of eyes that had seen Mikhail pull his wife rough may be surprised now.

"Still sick?"

"Huh? Not anymore" Zia replied quietly and pulled her wrist.

Indeed the redness is still visible, Mikhail lost consciousness to make Zia hurt before.

"Sorry, was that rude?"

"Slightly," Zia replied briefly, a little rude and quite surprising to him. Although Kanaya explained, behind Mikhail's gentle and warm attitude, stored the bad attitude that Zia might find as the marriage ages.

Treated like a queen, Mikhail refutes all statements doubting his love for Zia. The two go hand in hand like a perfect couple, without knowing before Zia's heart seems to move from its place due to Mikhail's seizure.

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Knowing so many types of women, it can be said that Zia is the simplest woman and not much activity. Zia would never answer if asked what she wanted to eat, nor was she the type of woman who asked for things when Mikhail asked what she wanted.

"Eat you a little, what's full?"

He nodded slowly, just as usual the Zia meal portion was half the Mikhail meal portion. Spending Zia's food was a new responsibility for Mikhail since his marriage.

"Kenyang .. seems like it's mostly breakfast," he replied later, completely contradicting what he said a moment ago that he was very hungry.

"Yes already here, eating habits are only half."

Maybe for some people this habit will look strange. Not for Mikhail, though. He likes to do it, spend his wife's food to the end the more often he does because the na*fsu eating Mikhail who also doubled.

"Why would you want to? This is my ex when," he said later, a little wonder why Mikhail would. In fact, at the beginning of knowing him the man was so picky and not just eat.

"She likes everything about you, the rest of your food, the rest of your affection, too, Mas wants."

Half-joking but it was a fact, he was with Zia when it only took the rest of Zia's affection for Zidan. Although in the end he was in power, Mikhail used to be as sad as that without Zia knowing.

"What kind of affection? First, the rest."

Zia crumpled the tissue until it became as small as a marble, Mikhail's words momentarily snapped at his soul. What that man meant he didn't understand, either.

"Huhah the main thing? Thank goodness if the main."

Mikhail laughed discordantly, just a simple sentence and managed to drive Mikhail crazy. Until he forgets if before this woman in front of him had made his anger explode even his head wanted to break.

"Oh yes, after I thought you were the same Syakil one campus huh?" Mikhail forgot to question this before to Zia, he had asked Syakil about this but his sister's answer was really annoying.

"Ehm, yes .. but Syakil doesn't know me."

Their answer was the same, compact as hell and Mikhail just nodded in understanding. Seems like Syakil didn't lie, nor did Zia.

"Ah, thank goodness then .. she's cute, it's still forbidden to date, Syakil is Mama's son, Zi." Zia had heard this from Kanaya before, without them knowing how Syakil had tried to undermine his loyalty to Zidan since the second semester.

"If Syakil's Mama's son, then whose son? Papa's son, huh?"

"No, if Adrian Mas said that he was an illegitimate child," replied Mikhail, he slipped and forgot that Zia was also pregnant with her son which also happened outside the marriage.

"Bag!!" snapped Zia threw the tissue she had been rounding since.

"Oh my God, sorry ... Mas didn't mean .. sorry, Zia."

Mikhail's habit of frequent origin of speech is fatal at this time. Zia did not accept her husband's words to hold her stomach, as if afraid that the baby in her womb would hear Mikhail's words.

Tbc