The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 109 - Exhausting

Trouble struggling, and only eaten a few mouthfuls. Zean gawked, completely incredulous when he saw Syila only ate a little while he had already taken quite a lot of rations. True to Yudha's conjecture, his wife only wanted a little even gratitude if eaten.

"Why? Is this not what you want?"

"True this .. I'm just curious how it feels, how good it turns out."

Patience, Zean tried to calm down and not vent emotions because the one in front of him is a wife, not a secretary or cashier minimarket. Want him to do something else if one is not spent Syila, really Zean wants to cry.

"Why is that? Spend it, Syila .. I've been all the way there, honey."

Actually Syila was a little nauseous, to be honest he really wanted rice blessing as the former was often brought by his late father. Syila did not lie at all, but somehow when the rice was in front of her, her stomach suddenly filled just like that.

"Yes-sama? Mana runs out if alone," said syila blurted her lips, she still tried to appreciate Zean's efforts, but honestly could not run out if she was alone.

Zean snorted in annoyance, it was clear that he was not satisfied if Syila did not eat the rice. If you know this, regretting that he is familiar for the sake of getting additional rations like that, it is embarrassing indeed.

"Anged huh? If you don't want to, I'll eat just as much as riris."

"No, where might I be angry.'

He reviewed a smile later, just as quickly as Zean's reaction changed. An unreadable expression that was truly unexpected, Syila just laughed discordantly at him.

"Where was it? How long?" syila asked as she tidied up Zean's hair that began to cover the eyebrows.

"Antar Sean first, accompany Papa to eat first ... you wait later?"

Even though Zean was only a few minutes away from visiting Mikhail, he still felt guilty. If only soon home, maybe Syila would not wait too long to fall asleep on the living room sofa like that.

"Lumayan, how can you get ginian? It's like what you like to bring."

All very much in accordance with Nasyila's wishes, there was not the slightest difference even he felt like he was back in time. Zean seemed to think and smile triumphantly, maybe he was feeling like a hero to his wife.

"You don't need to know how to process it, the important thing is that I managed to get it."

A few moments ago Syila said full, but sesap for a mouth he still received. Zean tried to find a topic so that Syila spent the rice without rest, his heart was not satisfied if Syila did not spend it.

"Next time no longer, I feel guilty if Yudha and Sean are busy themselves."

It's true actually, Syila felt guilty and said this last time. While Zean is clearly different and according to him there is nothing wrong. After all, Yudha and Sean were benefiting as well.

"They're my brothers, so it doesn't matter, Syila."

The last bribe, without Syila guessing if she had already spent that much. Zean is happy, this is a pride for him. If possible, he wants syila to ask for something else, but of course not like this.

The two returned to the room after feeling his stomach almost explode. Syila was so full that she had trouble walking as a result of being forced to eat like a baby with a million tricks Zean.

"Crazy."

Syila looked at the husband who was sitting next to her. His stomach was fully filled and it was clearly impossible to sleep as soon as possible.

"So Mama asked, what's our reception?"

Just hearing Zean's question, Syila's breathing was already a little tired. Not that he was reluctant, but indeed the current circumstances did not allow from his heart was not ready if he had to carry out the wedding.

"But if you don't want to do it doesn't matter either."

"It's not so, but at this time the mother is still worried .. after all my content is already big like this, will it not be a disaster? Your name might be uglier than Nathalia, think again."

In addition to Syila feeling objection to his stomach, he also khawtair Zean will be labeled as a man who is as bad as his ex-wife. The age of the womb can not be lied to, inexplicably Syila feel safer if the only people who know their marriage are the closest.

"Your stomach problem doesn't matter, but if it's about mom .. Yeah, well, anytime, don't think about this."

"But if you want no problem, just don't be too crowded .. I'm afraid," said Syila who sounded a little funny to Zean.

"Fear why?"

"Just hurt, if later I'm compared to your ex-wife .. ah I must be bullied desperately."

Already as far as Syila's mind, especially her husband's fans as the speaker of today's average woman, obviously she was worried that such a thing would happen.

"It's very narrow of your mind, after all Nathalia is considered trash, where maybe they say bad about you, Syila."

"Who knows, we don't know how evil their mouths are."

"No, dare to make my wife cry means she is ready to lose her life" Zean said, sighing, the comic he read was suddenly boring after talking at length with Syila in bed in this position.

"Darling, why am I so tired?"

"Today goes a long way, so it's only natural .. would you like a massage?" Syila offered, yet Zean answered with his lips so quickly that Zean took off his shirt and laid his body in front of Syila.

"Come, I'm really tired today."

"There are no bases, push a little cake," said syila mneggeleng slowly and a little regretted having offered up a while ago.

"In front of you I have no reason to sell expensively, Syila .. I know you must be eager to touch your husband's body."

"It's still the same, and it looks like her whole life will be like this .. but, I love her."

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