The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 25 - Not Wanting to Go Home

Long missed, but home made a fuss. That's the word that's inherent in Sean. The man was indiscriminate if he wanted to hurt someone, Zean again and again made angry because his wife's ankle is now sprained by Sean's actions.

Armed with the knowledge he learned long ago, this kind of thing could be overcome by Zean. After all this was due to his brother, it was clear that Zean had to take responsibility in the end. Think of it as repeating memories, because it is not Sean's name if it does not trouble Zean.

After the rain all day, by evening it was raining. Zean again disappeared from the Megantara residence and chose to go home to his second wife. In addition to Syila's sprained leg, Zean is also unlikely to go home battered so.

Not that Zia was angry, but she felt she needed Syila tonight. He is wounded, his mind is still tormented and though he returns home to Nathalia mana may care about his grief.

"You guys are so similar, but why is he late?" syila asked as Zean focused on massaging her legs.

"Sean, he's my twin brother .. four years ago he left home for refusing an arranged marriage with Nathalia," Zean replied, still focusing on healing his wife's ankle.

"Oh, so was Sean supposed to be in your position?"

Syila was curious, actually she was not the type of woman who wanted to know everything related to one's privacy. However, this time he felt very curious about what the husband was going through.

"Not really, actually it was not certain who Nathalia would choose who .. but Sean ran away before the meeting was made, so yes I had to accept Papa's request."

Zean seemed resigned to express his heart. Obviously he was hurt and objected to the matchmaking that Mikhail had done at the time. It's just that Zean's hope that domestic life will run beautifully as Zia describes remains that big even though he does not love his future wife.

However, years of Zean waiting for his wife remains the same, still an egotistical woman who always wants to take precedence in any case. He who does not want to look chaotic and make his parents destroyed chose to survive and live his life without feeling.

"Sssshh aah," hissed Syila when feeling a slight ache in the area that Zean was massaging, without her guessing it jutsru made Zean smile knotfully.

"illness?"

"Ehm, a little."

The meaning of the smile was so predictable, it was the first smile after he came home from the funeral. Syila looked at her face fixedly, what a dream was that the President had no heart like Zean massaging his legs while sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Already Syila refused, she felt too presumptuous if Zean did this. However, the man did it anyway and said the other masseuse could not necessarily make Syila recover quickly without pain.

"Sick but miserable, weird."

I thought Zean was going that way. Willing to be angry also can not, until he asked Zean to stop his activities. The wound on her husband's face was also alarming, if only her legs had not sprained at this time Zean should have been sitting sweetly while she was treating the husband's injuries.

"I'm sorry .. This may sting, but hold on a little."

Jemari Syilla trembled, she was indeed still that whole face to face with Zean in this face-to-face position. Worried that it would hurt, Syila was so careful. In fact, Zean used to be battered and worse than this due to the perpetrator was wrong target and thought he was Sean.

"No problem, Yudha is trustworthy and she knows how I feel, don't worry."

Zean understood the fear of Syila, since the beginning of marriage he had said he was afraid of being discovered. However, Zean convinces and says there is nothing to fear as long as Syila stays by his side.

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Finished treating Zean's injuries, the woman sighed because Zean instead of getting up, leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes.

"Not coming home?" syila asked slowly, this is the first night of Ibra's departure. It doesn't feel good if Zean is not with them when the atmosphere is still so grieving.

Zean did not reply, he simply shook his head then opened his eyes slowly. "I want to sleep here, okay, right?"

Sure enough, but Syila doesn't want to be egos and Zean should be with her family tonight. He was just afraid that Zean's departure would make the man's family even more bitter.

"But wife_ means Mama and your Papa how? Shouldn't you go home tonight?"

Syila suddenly changed her question, Zean's sharp gaze when she was about to question his wife suddenly made Syila shudder in horror. In fact, Zean remains the same and can still get angry if someone mentions things he doesn't like.

"I've asked Mama's permission, she knows I won't be home anytime soon."

He did not lie, even though he did not get an answer from the mother, but before Zean turned off his phone he had said he would not go home tonight.

Not wanting her to forbid, Syila just nodded slowly and her heart warmed up instantly as she felt Zean made her the place to go home. Until, when the man was about to embrace her, she swiftly held Zean's body.

"Attent."

"Why?" zean asked frowned as he felt Syila was about to refuse his embrace.

"There are scissors, it will hit his stomach," Syila said then put the scissors on the table, it was easy to change Zean's face and thought it was a rejection for him.

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