The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 114 - S2 - Always Wrong

It was very difficult to wake his wife, the woman's cry was also increasingly unable to be conditioned. As a normal human being, he was obviously afraid. Moreover, the man often receives insults from Mikhayla regarding the presence of invisible creatures that may follow pregnant women.

"I'm sorry, this might hurt, but I don't have a choice."

Feeling no other choice, Zean bit Syila's thumb as hard as he could until his wife screamed in pain. The effort was not in vain, his wife was completely awake, but perhaps her thumb was in excruciating pain.

"You why? Hm? What dreams?"

Instead of answering, Syila just poured into the arms of the husband. Zean thought his wife would be angry, but what happened now was different until Zean was confused again.

His breathing was now breathless, Zean understood his wife was still carried away until this scared. Zean whispered some tranquilizing sentences that he got from Ibra when Zean married Nathalia.

"Don't leave me, I beg you, Zean."

He said softly with sobs that sounded slicing Zean's heart. His wife was sad, I don't know what dream until when she woke up she bent her knees like this. In fact, there was absolutely nothing Zean did to her, forcing her not to.

"No, just calm down."

Zean rubbed softly on Syila's back which was now shaking in his arms. It is no longer as hysterical as when it is still closed, but believe me at this time he cries bitterly and Zean's heart still hurts to see it.

For a few moments, Zean let his wife finish her grief. Slowly, Syila's body calmed down a little. He looked up, looking into Zean's shady eyes that had now been fixed on him.

"Nightmare, what dream is it? Try here a story, I need your explanation, honey."

Syila returned hot if she remembered that, she drowned her face in the chest of the husband's field without answering first. Still limited to the calm that Syila was looking for, the woman did not let Zean out of her arms.

"Darling?"

Indeed, women are the most unpredictable creatures. Just a few minutes ago he roared exactly at risk. Now, Syila fell asleep again leaving Zean who was forced to hold a little longer the curiosity until the next day, even if Syila remembered.

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The strangeness in his wife does not only last at night. The next morning, Zean was again confused because Syila seemed to be unable to escape from him. Whether the impact of a nightmare, or because of the guilt of Syila rejecting her wish last night, Zean also did not understand.

Almost eight o'clock, the two were still comfortably billowing in blankets. A little waste of time, but it does not matter because Zean did not go to work a few days later.

"Where are you going?" syila asked when she realized Zean took off his embrace.

"Bathroom, wanna come?"

Look, she even nodded quickly when Zean took her to the bathroom. Usually it must be with death seduction, even coercion first so that they can be together in the restroom.

"Tumbent."

The man chuckled while scrambling Syila's hair which had not returned to how it was. Her hand never let go of Zean's arm at all, no matter what her husband was about to do at this time.

"Why are you?"

Zean blinked slowly, he gawked at hearing the question from his wife. Syila's voice even rose an octave, clearly Zean was confused instantly.

"Not so, just confused you why ... did I make a mistake?" zean asked gently after washing his hands, otherwise Syila refused to touch him until tomorrow.

"You're a freak, Syila who usually doesn't like this .. Even though I'm happy you're like this, but that doesn't mean I can't know the cause, right?"

Yes, do not rule out the possibility of Zean is very happy with his wife who suddenly sweet and sticky honey exactly from nature like this. Only, he was suddenly confused and curious as to why, Zean knew Syila more than Syila knew herself. This time, in Zean's eyes the wife seemed to be losing her identity.

"You're not leaving me, are you?"

"Your question is ridiculous, just last night I discussed it. No, dear no... Why did Syayak become like this? Hm?"

Not yet she replied, it seems like Syila's dream is too embarrassing to explain. Maybe Syila herself will be embarrassed later. "Nightmare?" ask Zean gently and remain as patient as asking a child of Azkara's age.

"Yes," he answered briefly as he played the tip of Zean's fingers which he had not let go of since. Worried her husband might run away.

"How's "dream? Chased jinn? A devil? Renternir or what?"

"No, the dream is worse than that."

"Better? Then what dream? Tell me, who made my wife cry last night?" asked Zean to pull the little annoying hair on the wife's face.

"You," he answered again with eyes now condensing, only a dream but Syila's heartache reached the veins.

"I? Why me?"

"You cheated last night, I saw for yourself," he answered and then threw out Zean's fingers which he had been holding.

"Huh? See where?"

"Everything, in the office, at home ..even in the hospital, worse you don't see me at all and prefer that woman, what's wrong my heart hurts?" She was fiery, as if she were a victim of the betrayal of her husband.

"Hahahahahaha is that what made you cry last night? Jesus, it's just a dream, Syila ... What's wrong with you?" asked Zean while holding his stomach that suddenly hurt.

"But still, I see for myself, it's obviously you're not Sean."

"Oh my God, but it's mim_"

"What difference? My heart still hurts." He was really crying, Zean re-coupled his wife's body so tightly. Even if it was a dream, Zean was wrong.

"I'm sorry, next time I won't come to your dream like that .. sorry yes," Zean said gently and considered it was all wrong of him who came into the dream of Syila with a wound.

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- To Be Continue -