The Secret Wife of the President
The Extra Part 06

During the month of fasting, presumably Hudhaifah and Mikhail were very busy. Not only woke up his family sahur, but also performed tarawih prayer in the mosque he followed. Hudhaifah was very close to Mikhail. However, after Syila became pregnant, Hudzaifah was more comfortable in Mikhail's care.

As if giving freedom so that Syila could be spoiled Zean, Hudzaifah felt enough with Mikhail's affection. Yes, although it often invites polemics because Zean tormented the desire of the son to choose to sleep in his opanya house.

No wonder since in the womb, Mikhail was so fond of her, even when Syila was about to give birth to Mikhail who contracted her. Now, after she grows up to be a smart toddler, Hudzaifah is transformed into a little Zean who treats Mikhail's longing for her past.

Tonight, Hudzaifah with Azkara participated in the tarawih prayer. Of course followed Keyvan, his most dashing son-in-law. Mikhail until willing to stand at the rear shaf in order to be able to accompany his two grandchildren. Worried if Zean's son whines to go home. But what happened was different.

Hudhaifah looked calm there. Although not so serious, he only followed the movements of other masters for a while, after that chose to sit on the side of Azkara who still tried seriously to perform the prayer.

Zia's concerns were not proven at all. It was not in vain for Mikhail to argue before leaving because now his grandson did not act. No Hudzaifah entered the scabbard suddenly, nor Hudhaifah climbed on Mikhail's back while the man was sitting.

Whether looking for attention or indeed embarrassed because now many people, which is clearly Hudzaifah who sits sweetly waiting for his opinion to be finished. After performing the prayer, Mikhail embraced the tiny body of Hudzaifah.

"Easy, Opa?" asked Hudzaifah with wet lips because it had been biting her lips.

"Hm, already ... Hudzai prayed first, you know," said Mikhail raised his hand.

"Doain om Sean, Dek," said Azkara when he realized Hudzaifah who looked confused and looked up to see the face of his opinion.

"Ya Awa (Allah) jest om Teyan hurry home."

Mikhail heart trembled at the soft voice of his grandson. As happy as he is at the moment, the wound about Sean's departure is still so gaping. Three years is not a short time if Mikhail imagines, very long in fact.

Unknowingly the man's tears were dripping and wetting Hudzaifah's palm, Just as a child's instinct, Hudzaifah looked up and stood so conscious that Mikhail shed tears.

"Opa don't clay, Opa ... tama mak utad, shame" he said wiping Mikhail's tears.

It was not in vain that Mikhail chose the backmost shaf because now he was a little embarrassed to be treated like a child like this.

"Opa doesn't cry, Hudzai."

"Ah bong ... Opa there is ail her eyes, belalti nanis dong."

Hudzaifah still remains in her position. Standing before Mikhail, who was now refocused on prayer, recited Aamiin whenever the priest made a wish to the caliph.

After a while, the four handsome men of different generations came out and approached Zia with her other grandchildren. Today Zean did not sleep at Mikhail's residence, Nasyila was less fit so they could not join.

"Home ... Oma was Opa nanis huhu."

Just as Mikhail got into the car, Hudzaifah began to spread disgrace about him. Lengkara and Ameera's laughter sounded annoying. Really, Hudzaifah's mouth will probably not be much different from Zean later.

"Oh yeah? How crying opa? Much?"

"Yes how many campai Opa so ugly," he chanted that immediately made Zalina join in chuckling.

"Hudzai .. lie to sin."

"Hudzai didn't bo'ong, Opa benelan nanis earlier this week."

He sneered after mocking Mikhail. Tonight he would probably spend it discussing the cry of his opinion. The night trip felt so short, it was certainly caused by the endless babble Hudhaifah.

Until, when they arrived at the house they found Zean standing on the terrace welcoming their existence. Just as they were descending, Zean approached his son who was now in Mikhail's arms.

"Why, Zean?"

"I'm going to pick Hudzai up, Pa," said Zean following the papa's steps.

It's been a week that his son has been sleeping with Mikhail. Even though Zean and Syila often visit him during the day, the man still really misses him.

"Tomorrow, Ze's been this night."

"Pa, Syila's getting hotter and she needs Hudzai" Zean said, frankly, the wife is hot high and indeed keeps calling Hudzaifah.

"Astaghfirullah, why just pick him up now?"

"Syila just asked Hudzai tonight, Pa."

Hudzaifah looked confused to see them as if arguing. However, a few moments later he was devastated when Zean seduced him to come home because Syila was sick.

"Mommy's sick, Hudzai's coming home."

"Just like a grandpa, too, Papa?" tanya Hudzai who now puts her hands around Zean's neck. The kiss on both cheeks Hudzai showed that the one who missed her son was not only Syila, but herself.

"Yes, we go home. Tomorrow same Opa again .. mama's sick miss Hudzai."

"Yeah, Opa babay!! Hudzai returned home bental later not the same Opa ladi ya."

Mikhail sighed softly, but he had prepared a fairy tale to be recited tonight for Hudzaifah. He had to let go of Hudzaifah who was now waving her hand.

"She should have been a twin."

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- Extra Part -