The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 110 - Suddenly

Just now that they discussed the wedding reception a while back, there was absolutely no problem and they had already agreed to postpone it. However, Mikhail was unexpectedly wrong. Previously they did have time to discuss the wedding reception, Mikhail offers how the party will be, Zean replied whatever.

Zean doesn't learn from experience, how bad the impact is up to him. Some of his employees had already congratulated him when Zean arrived at the office. Not only that, some colleagues who were close enough to him questioned why so soon he was a widower.

"Jeez, Papa ...."

Zean was the first to be surprised to see his own wedding invitation. He looked at Yudha who looked just as confused, not at all expecting that between the two of them this kind of mistake happened.

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning, Yud?"

"Where do I know, Mr. .. I was also just invited this morning."

Like a bride who was forced to marry that same moment, Zean was worried because Syila was angry and refused this wedding reception. Truly, Zean's hands were made to tremble with his chest now thumping.

"You haven't been invited yourself? Uh ... You mean you don't know yet? Isn't this your own wish?"

Yudha clearly frowned, not out of thought and suddenly wondered what was really happening. Moreover, when looking at Zean who shook his head several times.

"Papa seems to have misunderstood, has this invitation been spread to many people?" tanya Zean hoped that if it had not been so terrible, as the leader of the company obviously he did not want to make Mikhail's name become polluted.

"Have .. said Lengkara my last invitation, the rest he has spread."

Increasingly surprised Zean when Yudha mentioned his sister's name was instrumental in spreading the invitation. Surprisingly, no one contacted him or asked him a little about the wedding reception.

"Candidates? She's coming too?"

"Hm, the committee spread out the invitation, he said," Yudha replied as if she had heard from her lover that she had a big responsibility for Zean's wedding reception.

"What committee, my God they really are .. lest Sean know this?"

"I don't know, it looks like Sean didn't interfere."

Actually Zean wanted to be angry, but on the other hand he was also happy because it was his wish a long time ago. Sitting with Syila in front of the crowd and proclaiming that Shila is his.

Not wanting everything to be complicated, Zean rushed towards his Parents residence. It was certain that he was headed for was Mikhail, the plague maker who carelessly determined his wedding reception.

Zean drove at a moderate pace, while contacting Syila and hoping his wife was not surprised to hear this. Regretting that he replied like that, he could not remember how Evan was tired from typing the origin of Mikhayla, exactly the Papa this time.

"Father!!'

Not yet down from the car, Zean had shouted to call the papa. Mikhail's residence looked as quiet as ever, only Rahman and Bastian greeted him with questionable gazes ahead.

"Pa!!"

Zean's eyes were patterned when he saw the atmosphere in the living room, a fashion designer who handled Nathalia's wedding dress four years ago was also there. Not only that, Zean also saw his wife was there with a wedding dress that was so fitting on his body.

"It turned out, Papa just wanted a phone call."

He was confused, seeing what was happening was clearly getting more and more confused. Zean's confused face could not be hidden, plus the beauty of his wife made his tongue for a moment unable to speak.

"What's going on, Pa?"

"You asked Papa to take care of everything yourself ... That's Anggita Papa invited here to bring her wedding dress so your wife doesn't get tired and you don't bother."

"When do I ask him?" asked Zean with a breath that was still panting.

"Since the beginning you brought your wife Papa has asked, Zean the recipe will be how? You answer whatever, Papa's ready."

"Jeez, it's not up to Papa .. but it's up to Syila."

"I don't protest too much, it's just the reception anyway, Papa didn't ask you to marry again."

Zean is indeed a champion of national debate, but for this one man he is defeated and has absolutely no strength to fight.

"Sir Zean why the hell? Not that thanks, Syila was happy ... why is big brother so?" Ameera frowned after hearing the small debate of the two men in this house.

"It's not so, Meera. I'm very grateful to Papa, but at least confirm it to me first .. I myself was even surprised to see my name on the wedding invitation."

"Yes good dong, thankfully still the name of his own brother, if renamed brother Sean how? Crying would." Ameera chuckled and she thought it was so funny that her stomach hurt.

"Papa just wanted you two to be completely open, my mouth was tired to the frothy point of rejecting Papa's best friends' proposal for you, Zean."

Zean knew his position had indeed lost, he only let out a long sigh. The man now turned to look at his wife, the look on his face did not show if he was angry, whether the woman might have known too, Zean thought.

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- To Be Continue -