The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 19 - Rosing Myself?

"Enough, Syila ... Nathalia is indeed his wife" said Syila as she looked at his face in the mirror, thirty minutes she spent in the toilet because her chest hurt when she remembered Zean who went with Nathalia.

He was trying not to cry and was self-conscious. Only, his little heart did not accept the man who had been as gentle as it let him pass with another woman, even though it was indeed Zean's wife.

For God's sake, Syila was well aware of her position. She's just the wife that Zean made home and looks for things she didn't get from Nathalia. However, the stronger he tried the more his mind raged incoherently.

He had not expected at all to be at this point, for some reason he was so weak. In fact, when Zean mentioned his name in the sighat akad that afternoon, Syila's chest did not even thump because of understanding how Zean character.

But now he feels lost. Zean came in with a different attitude and made Shila's eyes open, without her noticing the tears were soaking her cheeks. "Syila stop, shed your tears .. erase your screams, never cry over that banyan tree."

Unfortunately, the heart is small and the tongue is different. It was sad that her face now, she had not even had lunch and the dumplings she had ordered did not stir her appetite at all.

Is it possible that he is fascinated by Zean's charm? God be right, what Zean did until Syila's soul was spoiled like this. He passed out after wiping away his tears. Still a little visible, but did not make her beauty fade at all.

If anyone sees, of course they understand and understand that Syila's cry is a frequent Zean act. Unfortunately, the pain that Syila felt today was even worse than the crying from the mouth of Judes Zean.

He stepped foot and landed his limp body on the soft chair. Syila covered her face with both palms, only this time she shed tears due to Zean's departure. Usually, Zean who disappears from view is a gift because his ears and mind are slightly awake even for a few hours.

Not long after, his phone vibrated and showed someone sending a short message there. Either his heart was languishing or how, but Syila's smile came out when she saw the notification that appeared on her phone screen.

- Pak Zean (Want Alam Baka)

Come in, I'm back.

A short sentence that made Syila again smile without her planning. Damn, why does he seem to have no pride, thought Syila upset herself. However, that was when the heart was fair, Syila immediately went to Zean's room.

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Even though she was happy when Zean sent her a message, Syila still acted as if she was ordinary. Didn't want to look so hopeful, because he was worried that Zean would throw it away if he was too confident just because he was married.

Before entering, Syila took a breath first. He closed his eyes and now stepped up with a feeling that was again nervous. Wonderful, why he suddenly like a woman in the middle of a kasmaran.

"Sit down."

The first time Zean ordered him to sit down while Syila was in this office. Usually the man was just silent like an old banyan tree with a negative aura, now Zean like he was not.

Calm, relaxed and Shila was acting sober even though her mind was stirred every smile of the man she knew so flat and cold was engraved on her handsome face. How not Syila rippled, all this time let alone a smile, talk okay he was reluctant.

"Already."

"Look, your dumplings haven't been touched .. Eat, I'll bring you lunch." Zean was never this sweet, not even with his former secretary.

"How are you?"

"I'm full, don't try to refuse just because you have dumplings... Besides, aren't you bored every day? Your stomach's sick of maybe receiving that food every day."

The factory suit is indeed she julid, a few minutes ago Syila was sad because the husband went from his reach. However, now he returns annoying and makes Syila's mood is not semelow before.

"No, my stomach is used to it" he said later, opening a lunch box that was quite appetizing.

Indeed, the basis of the hull is a lot of style, earlier he was not at all naffsu and now why it is hungry as if not eating a year. Zean looked at him so fixedly, absolutely not that he missed every single moment that was in front of him. Just from seeing syila eat quietly, she thumped.

"Get used to eating rice, it'll hurt."

Syila looked up and stopped chewing for a moment, why did Zean know that he rarely ate rice. Whereas Zean is a man who is known not at all concerned with the personal affairs of others, but the habits of Syila as he knows.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't do it, eating is maintained while healthy .. don't just think full, at least balanced," he said to be long and turned into an impromptu nutritionist.

Syila nodded obediently and then continued her lunch. His heart suddenly turned to ge-er when Zean said that. Although Zean did not say clearly, but Syila was sure the man was secretly watching her.

It didn't take long for Syila to finish her meal. She is not a slow woman who keeps eating to look cute in front of men, but she still keeps her chauffeur.

Unfortunately, even though she tried to do the perfect thing, Syila accidentally burped a little to make Zean laugh. It's a shame, hard-earned effort turns out his stomach says otherwise.

"Ehm, I'm sorry I left you, but we're not just the two of you. There's Nathalia's dad too. Don't get me wrong, Syila," Zean said suddenly as soft as that and made Syila's heart warm, she was stunned and her eyes seemed unable to let go of Zean.

"He's apologizing? My God, is it a sin if I'm this happy?"

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- To Be Continue -