The Secret Wife of the President
The Extra Part 07

The echoes of takbir stirred the soul that reverberated to stain. After a month of fighting withstanding hunger and thirst, the day of victory finally arrived. After two years without Ibra, this year they also felt the absence of Sean in the main house.

Yes, since a few years ago this family can not be as whole as before. Nevertheless, Zean always makes a loss as a learning to be able to appreciate every meeting.

He believes that his name life cannot be separated from a separation. Sooner or later, humans could only wait for that time to arrive. Ibra's departure for ever makes Zean always worried about the state of the oma and also the papa. Moreover, the current health condition of Kanaya is not as good as before.

In matching dress, Mikhail's extended family gathered at Ibra's residence. The place where he spent his memories with Ibra while alive, he said until the end will not leave the room that bears witness to their love.

Luckily, despite Kanaya's declining health, there was still Amara and Zia who were so sincere in caring for her in-laws. Moreover, his two grandchildren became doctors who were grateful to be reliable.

Until Sean and Zean get married, Kanaya is still allowed by God to see her grandson, even her great-grandson. Tears were unstoppable when he saw four generations gathered in the same room.

Zean believes the immortality of love is real, and he also believes that one day Nasyila will be in the position of Kanaya who lost her. Long enough Sean kissed the back of Kanaya's hand, although at this time his omanya began to misdial and think himself Sean, but absolutely not why.

Zean's tears were already dry, he was too sick to imagine what his destiny would be in the future. Until, when apologizing to Mikhail, the man actually lost his feeling due to the scent of Mikhail's hand.

"Pa, Zean's sorry."

"Yes, Zean ... how many times you have to say yes you have forgiven," said his papa sighed long, he began to limp and lazy if the scene until repeated many times like this.

"Yes, but this time Zean was really sorry ... didn't you wash your hands? The smell of rendang, Pa," said Zean still dramatizing the situation to make the man get a blow on his shoulder.

"New eits forgive each other, don't look for commotion."

"You really are!!"

Their hearts and minds were clear just a moment ago, now they were heating up again and Mikhail had raised his palm to prepare to land on Zean's shoulders.

Zean returned to the side of his wife who had been sitting limp on the sofa with a fan in her right hand. The air here is cold, but Syila is still hot even her forehead is wet with sweat.

"Happy hot? Not wearing a veil like this?" asked Zean to wipe the wife's sweat.

From the beginning he had told Lengkara not to be forced to be closed perfectly like Zalina, but for the sake of being achieved said uniform Lengkara more think of Zalina at this time.

"No problem, honey .. right I'm often overheated," said Syila softly and hope Zean no longer concerns the caftan that he calls exactly stealth bats.

"Want a drink?"

"No, you want me if you don't have a job," she asked, she did feel the heat radiating from the tip of her hair to the tip of her foot.

"Eh no, I've apologized for the whole time again," said Syila felt bad, a few moments ago before visiting the residence Kanaya both had forgiven each other first.

Since becoming pregnant, Syila often asked Zean to do this and that until the husband had a headache. For that, he did not want the apology as if it was considered the wind then.

"My job, not you rummage .. here I fan, or if we need to go to the room just so we can open the clothes."

"Astaghfirullah, Brother Zean!! It's still early in the morning, too, Shila ngamar."

This is another one, just a moment ago apologized and received a holiday allowance more than Bastian's salary a month, Lengkara casually said a sentence that made Zean stuck in trouble.

"You are the astaghfirullah!! Who's going to say anything, where's your brain, Lengkara?!!"

"Pa!! Brother Zean wanted to hit, Pa," cried Lengkara who then made Mikhail hand over Hudzaifah's toy gun to his son.

"What's? Wanna mukul?"

"Yes, Pa. .. earlier his hand was raised like this," added Lengkara who unfortunately was right, Zean raised his hand as if he was about to hit him.

"Papa gabby!! Aunt Lengkala has Hudzai."

"Slanderer!! Wretched life_"

"Dam!!"

Zean had not yet spoken up, a decoy from Hudzaifah's toy gun stuck to his forehead. It is not dangerous, but he who is treated this way as if there is no self-respect.

"Patience, dear .. if Zalina says, cleanse yourself, purify your heart, sit down do not continue."

The laughter of Hudzaifah and Mikhail was really happy in front of him. After Zean glanced at the wife's stomach, the child was the only hope that could stand against the two rulers in front of him.

"If you're born, be Papa's protector, son. Though Papa makes it hard, day and night until back pain. Right, isn't that right, honey?" tanya Zean demanded approval from Syila and the woman just gawked at his words.

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