The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 66 - Real Qualities?

...... Continued from previous episode.

"Mas" whispered Zia as she pinched her husband's arm, fully aware of Kanaya's eyes. Zia's heart beat twice as fast when she realized because Kanaya was staring so focused.

"What's? You don't know yet, honey? His father Zico was his girlfriend Mama first .. but after that om Gibran even lamar aunty Kiara, Mama so languish continue to meet Papa immediately married even though they were not dating even before." He took a breath for a moment,

Mikhail was once in spirit, subconsciously at this moment the atmosphere was already so frightening. If usually Zia would be enthusiastic now she chose silence and made Mikhail wonder.

"Why, Zi? Is your face so tense?"

"Mama too, why?" Mikhail was confused himself, perverted then he followed where Kanaya's eyes were. Within a second the man jumped off the sofa and was shocked beyond measure when the creepy look of the papa headed towards him.

"Pa-papa?" Mikhail had taken a swing to avoid the rampage of the kind of Asia, he was really khilaf this time.

"Basic brash, Mikhail!!"

Ibra was still agile enough to take his son, he ran long strides while Mikhail who had warned of the death attack from the father obviously did not stay silent. With a high speed he ran and there was a chase scene of the two men, Kanaya only sighed violently and was reluctant to let out her voice.

"Here you!!"

"I'm talking facts, Pa. .. just stories, my wife needs to know her father-in-law's story in youth." Mikhail was still trying to defend himself, it seemed like he was going to be exhausted in the face of his papa madness.

"Well what was that? Cheated on? Your mouth is indeed insolent like it is," said Ibra is still eager to give lessons to his son, it has long been they are not sports like this, he thought.

"Joking, Pa, how could I be serious!!"

Zia and Syakil gawked at them, the house was big enough and it was indeed free to run around actually. Ibra did not look tired yet, while Mikhail started to drift and the sweat on his forehead began to wet.

It is evident Kanaya's concern about Mikhail's mental age maturity. It seems that it is not yet appropriate to have a wife, while he let and wait for them to get tired himself.

Starting from the scramble of helpers, guards and now precisely chasing with the papa. As for Mikhail actually, it seems that the man is indeed getting sane after his sensibility.

"You might be surprised, but it's commonplace, Zia."

Apart from being a father, Ibra also placed herself as a friend to her son. So it's only natural that they are sometimes borderless and that close. Not because it is not polite, but that is how Ibra creates a warm family according to him.

"Regularly? Papa's not angry, Ma?"

"Yes sometimes angry, let alone his mouth carelessly must be angry, Zia."

Right too, and this time it seems like Ibra is angry. He suggests that Kanaya cheat with Gibran. Among the thousands of jokes, Ibra at least accepted when anyone discussed the creature named Gibran although their relationship is fine at this time.

All at once they disappeared, and Mikhail's screams faintly sounded. Where he went, obviously escaped through the back door. Syakil chose to pass first, a little confused by himself why he still settled here.

"Don't forget to take the medicine, Syakil," Kanaya said later, her son who seems not so fit lately.

"Hm."

The other one talks a lot, while the other one is amazing. Both of his sons were complete already, Syakil was indeed a little more calm actually than Mikhail.

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"Papa stop!! Aarrrgghh my leg hurts, stop Pa."

Just now Syakil passed, from the front door of these two men of different ages appeared wet and made the floor dirty. Kanaya was riding blood and this time she had to raise her hand like that.

"You two can stop?!!"

"The mouth is insolent, here you are ... Papa's not done yet."

"Udah, Pa, stop! It hurts, I'm not lying!!" Mikhail was really asking for mercy.

Ibra is often stupid if joking, Mikhail's forehead scratched and bleed because hit the cage of his favorite bird in the backyard.

"Why haven't you been able to hit and have complained of pain?"

The man was not satisfied at all, he just had time to pat her on the shoulder and it was not too strong. Salah Mikhail alone who did not focus on seeing until his head became a victim.

"Sorry, Pa ... NOOOOO!!!"

In the words of Mikhail, Ibra was more unpredictable. The man seemed silent but what he was after was Mikhail's little brother, and it had become a habit since Mikhail was a teenager so as not to dare to mess around.

"Ck, Mom!! He's got a wife, not a teenager anymore."

Although Mikhail's mouth often made Kanaya's blood rise, in the end his mother also defended him. Mikhail ruffled his hair because Ibra was still holding the handle of the broom and was convinced that Ibra was the combat tool.

"Thankful you survived this time, Mikhail .. tomorrow-Tomorrow Papa attack with a hammer so that your mouth is a little polite."

Mikhail suddenly held his little brother quickly, grieving the threat of Ibra. Zia went awry, she understood what her in-laws were saying. Luckily, there is also Kanaya.

"It's gone up there, your wife might also be tired."

Hearing that, Mikhail seemed to get a breath of fresh air. Immediately he grabbed Zia's hand and passed with slow steps. He was very cautious and afraid if Ibra suddenly attacked him.

Ibra's gaze was still so sharp, Zia was afraid to see it herself. Without forgetting the crystal guava that was ready to be enjoyed, Zia walked up the stairs so slowly following Mikhail's steps.

"Mas, why is the road so? Sick huh?" zia asked worriedly but Mikhail replied with a smile.

"Think of you, the road is slow" Mikhail replied later, only that Zia was completely unsure of her husband's answer.

Usually the steps are not like that, this is slower than usual and can even be said to be a little limp. Zia worried? Of course, even when he entered the room immediately he asked Mikhail to sit on the edge of the bed and open his shoes.

"Mas can open by themselves, Zia."

"Diem," snapped Zia looked up and saw her husband grimacing.

Not wrong, there is something to worry about. Zia opened it slowly and when she touched her ankle, Mikhail grimaced even more.

"It hurts, right?" zia asked again, clearly her face was holding pain when touched but Mikhail still shook his head and smiled bitterly.

PLAQUES

"Coral, Zia!!"

It had to be that way so that her pain could be known to Zia. For whatever reason Zia is currently stuck, especially a few months ago her husband can not even walk. Wanted to blame Ibra, but he seemed to have no right.

"Mas, what part of the pain? In here? In here? Or where?" Zia gently touched Mikhail's ankles and fingers with her trembling hands, his wife panicked and even her eyes were now condensing.

"An ankle, Zia .. don't worry, it'll heal on its own, dear."

"Cheal by yourself what?!! Don't take it lightly, Mom, if you're wondering what?" Mikhail held Zia's wrist which seemed to be about to exit the room, of course the goal was Kanaya or Ibra.

"No, Zia .. don't go down, you know enough! Believe me the same Mas, will heal itself," he said hopefully Zia did not go down and make a scene one family, Mikhail believes this is just a small accident and there is no connection with the previous accident.

"Please get me a towel, Mas's hair is a little wet." Zia's heart was already messed up, so she forgot that Mikhail should immediately remove the clothes on her body that were also moist.

Who's wrong then?

Tbc