The Passion of Love of the President
CHAPTER 84 - Real Benalu

............ Resume

"You're pregnant but still biting, I love it .. Your game is even better than Geby's."

"That's because yours is big, mine even feels claustrophobic, dear."

Disgusting, it is basically cheap just natural to be a call woman. Mikhail is back in the same position, four years ago he also had time to feel this. Only, he was not sick because of his woman but the man who was now inside there.

They did not close the door, obviously Mikhail was able to hear and see everything clearly, the great struggle he had witnessed with the figure of the man behind him made Mikhail really sick.

"Hahaha I like your compliments, you do deserve to be called a real player."

Mikhail's chest rumbled, not because as a couple caught his lover. But friends, trusted people and had considered him better than his parents. Now, the world seems to show how sharp the knife in a friendship.

"How's next? Do I have to keep waiting for him, so tired like this. .. I told you right from the beginning we just throw it out."

"Don't give up, soon he'll come .. Believe me, Mikhail's heart is as gentle as it is when it comes to responsibility."

"Damn it, you always say the same thing.. The proof until this moment he hasn't even come, this kid is hampering my work. Since I was pregnant, no rich man would ever pay me any more."

"Shuut, calm down, Baby. Who did you forget Mikhail? 1 M only he can give it that easy, just relax."

Mikhail grumbled in disbelief, what he was really going through. Naturally, Edgard again talked about the issue of compensation money and treatment so that Jenny shut up before going home, maybe this is why.

The man clenched his hands tightly, his jaw now hardening along with an increasingly sharp glint of eyes. Their romance is not over, Jenny is still panting and Edgard is still hunting her.

The moans and d3sahan were getting smoldering and Mikhail really wanted to vomit. Not the first time to catch his best friend was playing in 4 bags of women's bodies, but this time he was really disgusted to the roots.

Mikhail was about to step in, but he blurted out his intentions. It wasn't that he was a coward, it was just that Mikhail chose a better way to deal with a traitor as well as Edgard.

The man played smooth, it meant that Mikhail did too. If he came in and beat up Edgard right now, it would be the same as making Jenny big. For what he was angry with the violence that would ultimately hurt himself.

"Badjangan .. Benalu like you do not deserve to live long, Edgard."

Di Kembali, though hurtful his heart was a little calmer after hearing the silly conversation he heard the couple. A pair? I don't know, more precisely an animal maybe.

Tracing a long journey with a rumbling and unflappable feeling. For some reason this hurt, the betrayal of umpteenth time that Mikhail got from the figure of his close friend.

Born a rich man makes Mikhail give everything if he loves people, whoever it is. Women, friends or anything else. For Mikhail money can be sought but a sincere heart is not as easy as it is replaced.

The presence of Edgard at its lowest point did make Mikhail's life better in terms of feeling, but not socializing. That is why Syakil really hates the man who is a bad influence on his brother.

1 M M can be removed easily, that's right. All this time Edgard could be said to depend on Mikhail actually, a man who had no regular job and could only spend time with fun, but it did not make Mikhail feel burdened at all.

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Mikhail pulled over, as Zia had said if being contacted, do not continue the wheel. Thank goodness tonight he got permission to go alone without having to be delivered Babas. Even though he had to seduce Zia for a long time, his wife was almost as possessive as her mother lately.

"Hallo why, honey?"

"Den, Non Zia hot .. Cepet home yes."

Damn, it has been called dear which sounded precisely the voice of Rani. Mikhail panicked, without answering again he immediately drove at high speed. Hot? His wife was fine when left out, let alone the wrong one, Mikhail thought starting to guess.

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For a moment, Mikhail forgot what he had seen, His wife is more important. The man entered and immediately approached Zia who was now curled up on the bed.

"Why? You sick?" His worries were too great, he asked so nervously while ascertaining Zia's body temperature with his palm.

"Dizziness ... Why so long, say it's a jerk." His head felt dizzy, but still tried to sit when Mikhail was at his side.

Mikhail let out a long sigh, what made him long was the mileage to get there. Only, Zia who thought Mikhail's destination was only different complex was clearly disappointed because she waited almost an hour on the balcony and Mikhail had not returned as well.

"Sorry, Zia, I have a little business so it takes time."

His wife was pale, his body hot plus Zia who kept pressing on his stomach made Mikhail worry wonderfully. Zia had never been sick before, something like this obviously made her cranky.

"I'm nauseous, Mom."

"Vomit!"

Zia looked up at Mikhail's worried face, everywhere he should be led to the bathroom, instead of letting his wife vomit on the spot.

"Where can vomiting in sin ... Uweeek." Not yet she finished talking, her entrails came out all and successfully made her husband dirty in an instant.

"Sorry, Ma. uwweekk." With the rest of her strength Zia pulled the blanket so as not to dirty her husband anymore. Mikhail immediately pulled out a few sheets of tissue on the nightstand. Moaning Zia's mouth that was so softly wet, yet nothing Zia already looked weak.

"Where are you from?" mikhail asked suspiciously, it is impossible for his wife to be this without cause.

"Sana," said Zia pointed to the balcony of the room which is still open.

"Jeez, Zia!!! How long were you there?" mikhail urged up, the habit of his wife often silent there when the air is cold and tonight it is a spatter.

"Old gold!! That's why I'm waiting, you're worried." Sure enough Mikhail guesses, his wife must have caught a cold until it could be hot like this.

"Astafirullah, Valenzia .. Mas already said that when it's finished Mas go home, you wait in the room and sleep first if sleepy. Why is this stubborn?" A Mikhail who never even said a greeting is now right up to his wife's behavior. Let alone an hour, ten minutes of silence on the balcony with such cold air can catch a cold.

"Have you taken your medicine?" mikhail asked softly but honestly at this time he was eager to curse his wife.

"Udah, but come out again because I vomited," he replied briefly, there are some drugs that Rani gave and all came out on her own.

"Then how? We'll just go to the hospital, will we?"

No, Zia hates hospitals. If it hurts like this, of course, the damn needles will stab the back of his hand, and he does not like it.

"No, I can't, Mas kerokin can I?"

Where could Mikhail do that, in his entire life he had never felt, let alone done it. He was confused when Zia asked him to do it, but to refuse him could not either. After all why there must be such things when doctors and the medical world are more reliable according to him.

Tbc