The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 20 - Follow

One day was missed with various feelings raging within Syila. As is her daily routine, she will wait at the stop when she gets home from work. Incidentally, this afternoon was hit by rain until he ran by making a bag as his protector.

He didn't expect Zean to come home with him. Moreover, Syila realized that Nathalia was now home and of course Zean would choose the main residence instead of her. His steps seemed rushed, until he arrived at the Syila stop hugging his bag.

It was cold, and he stared at his wrist. Somehow it feels too long, later tonight he will spend the night in the hospital first. There was no way he would always incriminate Nyayu while the woman had a family as well.

While waiting, a white luxury car with a three-star logo stopped right in front of him. Needless to guess, it was clearly Zean who now opened the window and ordered him to enter.

Strangely enough, already given a husband who can shuttle him still choose public transportation. Zean clucked softly when Syila had just entered and his arm looked slightly wet. It could be a president he made to wait up to fifteen minutes, while the awaited was out of the office area first.

"You should just go home, I don't have a problem going home alone," he said, making Zean sigh slowly, everywhere women would choose to go home with their partners in order to save costs, Zean thought.

"Snack."

Zean shook his head slowly, it seemed that Syila was indeed one of the rare species on the face of the earth. So far, what Zean knows is that a woman often makes her partner a personal driver in everyday life, then why is Syila different.

"What?"

"You."

Zean started to go at low speed. It was raining and he didn't want to go so fast, somehow he felt at home. In fact, Zean most do not like to waste time on the trip since long ago.

"Why me?"

Syila suddenly tidied up her hair, a move she had not planned at all and it looked funny in Zean's eyes. Precisely, the wrong behavior and thought that Syila was trying to be beautiful in front of him. In fact, the wife is just spontaneous without any reason.

"Zean, what's weird?"

Seeing her husband smile thinly while shaking his head, Syila was confused and asked again because it was a remark that she did not continue. She felt that there was nothing strange about her, what maybe the lipstick that Rona gave her was not suitable for her, thought Syila.

Zean cleared his throat and again put on a cool pretentious face when since then he was exactly less intake. He glanced at Syila for a moment with a calm looking face before the wife.

"Any thing, there is me .. but why take the bus home? Forgetting to have a husband or what?" zean's question already sounded relaxed and he was able to master the situation after prolonged nervousness.

"We're not in the same direction, your wife is at home .. Where might I ask to take you home," Syila replied then sighed softly, in fact she realized her phone was shaking when she left the office. Of course it was Zean, but Syila chose to do the routine like the previous afternoons.

"You are my wife too."

"Yes, but your wife's coming home, right?"

"Yes know, she came home .. but I want to go home to your house," she replied for a moment to make Syila speechless. Zean did not speak or was joking, but indeed the sentence that came out of his lips was in line with the heart.

"Yes, I like to sleep in your room .. cold, '" Zean replied a little far-fetched because in fact he slept on his chest last night.

"But tonight I want to take care of my mother in the hospital" replied Syila with a heavy heart. He did not reject Zean's presence, but indeed he had to keep Zulia in the hospital tonight.

"Yes, I'm coming too... No problem, right?"

"Hospital, you will be uncomfortable," Syila said expressing her fear, she was worried that Zean who was so clean would be uncomfortable sleeping there.

"No problem, I can sleep on the original floor not alone."

Zean was the national debate champion during High School, and it stuck in everyday life to create a mental unwillingness to budge after.

"Let's just whine about calling her mama tonight." Syila slammed and was completely unsure of the husband's words. Although there was a sofa in her mother's nursery, she was still worried that Zean would grumble and shudder later.

Zean completely forgot himself, first his desire to go home almost nothing. Now, when there is Syila, it is clear that desire is destroyed even though the residence of Syila is far from luxurious.

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Entering the hospital corridor the two went hand in hand. Although Zean's hand was eager to hold Syila's fingers, but the woman seemed to deliberately avoid by holding her bag.

Until, a few moments later Syila arrived at Zulia's nursery. The smile of the old woman with the frown on her face was so revealing, especially after seeing Zean standing behind Syila. Very handsome, he was also polite and even kissed the back of Zulia's hand when it arrived.

Syila was always amazed by the way Zean treated her mother. Since the beginning of asking permission to marry, Zean has been so. That's what makes Zulia hope more and think Zean is a man who loves her daughter for years.

"Oh my God, Shila .. Your husband is an angel or a true prince of heaven, son."

Syila looked at the mother with a worried look. Worried that Zean had a big head for being praised too often, especially now that he was smiling again and winking his eyes at Syila as if proud of her in-laws praise.

"Mother would never praise her if she knew she was the one who made me owe Rahayu maam yesterday."

As handsome as Zean could be, there were still things that made him upset. Moreover, when he recalled how that Zean cut his salary without any trite adjectives at all.

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- To Be Continue -