The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 23 - Late

There is no sentence that Shila can say as a tranquilizer. Because basically, someone who loses will not be able to be forced to accept, especially if the situation is this difficult. Zean was still frozen, staring at the gravestone engraved his extraordinarily gallant name, Ibrahim Megantara.

It was hard for him to accept, just a moment ago, he even wished to be buried if he could. Nothing hurts more than a loss that will end in endless longing.

Brugh

Syila almost staggered when someone broke through from her left side. Running and appearing out of nowhere then kneeling and hugging Ibra's headstone. The screams and cries that were unusually hysterical back Syila witnessed right in front of her eyes.

She was like de javu, it felt like just a moment ago she saw her husband as if he had lost half his soul. Now, he's back to seeing the exact same thing. Syila looked up, she looked at Zean who was painstakingly holding back tears, precisely having run out maybe for now.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrggghhhh!!"

His roar grew louder, the rain was as violent as that but his screams were not at all disguised. Zean clenched his hands, staring at the angry man who might now be lamenting Ibra's departure and regret.

"Opa wakes up, I'm home .. Why is Opa leaving!!" the snaps even started to go crazy and seemed to lose their minds.

Sean returns, late despite trying to make a quick move in hopes of still having a chance to see his grandfather's face. However, it seems that the family was really angry and angry with him until the funeral was done immediately without waiting for him.

Sean shook his head quickly, this was just a dream and he kept trying to convince himself to wake up immediately. However, the land he now held was completely real even though he rejected it.

"Stop, Bastard!!"

His body collapsed next to Ibra's grave when someone hit him on the back with a kick. Zean looked at his twin brother with a million fury, unexpectedly Zean threw a punch right in Sean's face until the corner of his lips drained fresh blood.

Sean had not retaliated, he was still crying under the speck of rain. Completely unaware of his actions, Zean raised his collar and looked at him with a streak of anger. "Never touch my Opaku headstone!!" zean snapped completely lost himself because Sean was about to destroy Ibra's tomb without him noticing.

"Oyour? He opaku is also a spoiled child," said Sean limp and it provoked Zean's emotions until without a second thought he landed a punch right in Sean's stomach several times.

"Opa doesn't need you anymore, Sean .. Four years he waited, and you chose to be selfish with what you were looking for."

The panicked Syila was clearly confused as to how. He was about to seek help where if the funeral was this quiet. Usually there was Yudha who accompanied Zean, but the man was also asked to leave this place first.

"You have no right to forbid me, my goal is to go home only to Opa, not you or anyone else" Sean replied, releasing Zean's grip on his shirt collar, the man hugged Ibra's headstone again and crushed the still-new burial ground.

His soul returned to pain, although Zean had beaten the man back again and dug his grandfather's grave with his bare hands. He wanted to meet, looking at his grandfather's face just once. Anger, regret and resentment converged in Sean's mind.

"Stop, you're looking for Sean!!"

Zean pulled the man to stand up to him. The energy of someone who is angry should not be asked how strong. Sean's body even crashed due to Zean's strong thrust, although it has not been damaged still in Zean's eyes his brother is mentally ill.

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Seeing the situation getting chaotic and Zean difficulty under the power of Sean who was furious, Syila desperate to separate them by pulling Sean's back. Unfortunately, the man was in a state of complete anger and pushed Syila's body into a cramp and squealed due to the pain in her ankle.

"Don't hurt my wife, Bangshat!!"

Seeing Syila bouncing because Sean pushed her, Zean was obviously angry. He who had been weakened, now returned to madness and avenge the anger caused by Sean's actions on his wife.

The quarrel cannot be abandoned. For years they lived together, side by side as brothers who embraced each other, now all changed and their thoughts were fighting in front of his grandfather's tomb.

"You know I hate being bullied the most, don't you? It was punishment, because that woman dared to harass me."

Their energy was almost exhausted, Sean pulled out his folding knife to make Syila scream again and she tried to crawl to save her husband.

"Stop!! Release my husband!!" shilah shouted for a moment to make Sean avert his gaze.

Zean, who he was sitting in, shook his head slowly and asked Syila to stay away. This man is crazy as it turns out, since the first Sean was transformed into someone who can not be recognized when angry.

"Syila don't come any closer, she's crazy!!" zean shouted and made Sean look back at him, a flash of incredible anger emanating in Sean's eyes. Unexpectedly he smiled faintly as Syila grew closer.

"Silk?"

One thing Sean realized, the woman who was now crawling towards him was not Nathalia. The man couldn't possibly be wrong, in a state of chaos as well he could understand this.

"Don't hurt my husband, I beg you."

"Ah is he your husband? Greetings to your sister-in-law, but begging you for less dramatic .. Do it again, I love the cry of a weak woman like you," he said, setting Zean's heart on fire, he wanted to rebel, but Sean's clasping his hands around his neck got Zean into trouble.

"Come on, you're prettier if you're crying really sincerely."

"Badjerk!! Watch your talk!! Don't do anything, Syila!! Let go of me, badjedan .. Don't fuck my wife, Sean."

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