The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 117 - S2 - Very Painful

Repeating his past, Mikhail has not driven at high speed for a long time. He who panicked did not care about the other vehicles, there might be some among them who were furious due to the way Mikhail controlled the streets.

"Pa can be quick a little no? What kind of car will you give birth to?" zean insisted he did not understand the situation.

Already knew Mikhail was struggling desperately to endure the abdominal pain that wrapped around his waist. It was strange, even though what he ate was also the same as what Zia ate, but somehow the pain was incredible even he had never felt before.

"No, we're only two minutes down the road."

"Come on, Pa, this isn't the time to argue .. It's not funny to be born in a car."

"Whisper! Papa's stomach mules."

"Pending first, Pa. .. later in the hospital can."

Although he actually wanted to be angry, but Mikhail still tried to focus. Already too late, if you have to alternate with his son eating will obviously be longer. Syila actually looked quite calm, just a small groan. However, what made Mikhail panic was his own son.

The trip to the hospital was really able Mikhail shortened just a few minutes. One large family does have the ability to drive ambulances like him.

Arriving at the hospital, the three went down first while Mikhail actually felt pain in his stomach became increasingly. Sweat began to wet his forehead, the man bit his lips while pressing on his stomach.

For a moment he forgot his daughter-in-law, without having to ask for sure Syila would be helped by many people. Right now, he was trying to get out and look for the toilet right away, perhaps for a moment it would be relieved.

It was simply unthinkable to be angry at Zia who also left him this afternoon. Mikhail rushed over with a move he was holding back, worried in case something unwanted happened.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Zean who is now in a state of panic accompanies Syila as soon as she is ready to be taken to the delivery room. With Febrian ready to fight to save her baby today.

There was no jealousy or foolishness perching within Zean for now. Although indeed from the beginning he was eager to stab Febrian's eyeball with a fork, in an emergency the term jealousy should not be applied Zean.

Why could? Not next week?" investigate Mikhayla who was suddenly at his sister's side.

"I know, he didn't swear this morning."

"Suspicious, it must be you, right?" mikhayla asked again and she felt that Zean had broken her advice a few days ago.

"My money!!"

"Ck, what is the importance of such a question ... only later, Mikhayla!!"

Mikhayla asked at the right time, Zean was being made to worry about the future of his wife, Mikhayla asked. He slightly moved away from Mikhayla and now clasping Syila's hand, Zean continued to go a long way in the direction that Febrian was heading.

Just as Zean is drowning in worry, Sean also so that he unwittingly enters and leaves Febrian confused as to which one to evict.

"I'm sorry, only her husband can come along .. Which husband?"

The two are really similar, it is only natural that Febrian confused which husband Syila. What's more, who had hugged Syila was the man with the black T-shirt and shorts, while the one with the new black shirt accompanied Syila up close a while ago.

"Sean you? Why come in?"

"Jeez, sorry .. I forgot."

Not without reason Sean came in, since Syila was holding his fingers. It might be a little unconscious until he grasped both hands of the man on both sides.

"Zean, if I can't how?" syila asked softly as Zean peeked at her forehead many times.

"May, make it possible .. The rest is better, dear."

So sweet Zean said, her baby-to-be might choke on the amniotic. Febrian who heard it with difficulty held back the laughter behind the mask that covered her face. Since accompanying his wife regularly to the hospital, indeed the man's words are very imprinted on anyone's mind.

"But it feels different, it hurts more than the first night."

"Just for a minute, once it's done .. Come on, many are looking forward to the results of our hard work, dear."

They are the most romantic patients. In this situation, Syila is still trying to calm down although it is undeniable that she is still sick.

The pleasure of giving birth is a gift that God gives to a woman. Groans and moans that sounded slashed Zean's mind. His wife is this difficult, while Mikhail gives advice to have as many children as possible.

Basic non-maternal

Bathed in sweat and tears, Syila's struggle to deliver perfection to Zean was truly remarkable. No matter how long Zean's hair might soon break from his roots, the man did not protest and resigned himself.

"A little more, Syila .. don't stop." Time and again Zean whispered the sentence so that his wife would not stop.

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Life is always about struggle, if Syila is betting her life for the seed that grows in her womb. Now, Mikhail is lying limp as if affected by a chronic disease.

"What did you eat before?"

"Burning chicken just like Mama, Papa said it was not a wrong meal ... Papa's been to the toilet a lot of times but the pain isn't because of that."

"Why not eat wrong? The wind is also not," said Mikhayla confused himself with the health condition of his papa.

"Now, the point is that the mules and her waist are a little sore," complained Mikhail also confused why he suddenly like this, but this morning he was really healthy and even still had time to water the flowers owned by his daughter-in-law.

"Maybe the kidney, Pa," Sean said seriously, he was worried and not talking.

"Abroad!! You pray Papa dies fast, Sean?"

"Jeez, I'm serious!!"

"But it could be, Pa. .. or maybe Papa's troubled tailbone" Khayla said, further making Mikhail a little regretful of forcing his daughter to become a doctor, really.

"Ah come, Papa just want to sleep .. please wake up if my grandson has been born," he said long ago upset with the alleged origin of his two children.

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- To Be Continue -