The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 29 - More Comfortable

Three days Zean disappeared from the reach of his family. Enjoying a life without wounds and burdens with his wife, as well as waiting for his wife's legs to heal. Of course in this case Yudha who was bothered because he had to keep the good name of his boss. In addition, he was also targeted by Zia because his son did not return home.

Early in the morning Zean woke up and looked for the whereabouts of the wife in the front yard. The new face woke up with the wife's pajamas that she used a little small on her body. This made Syila painstakingly hold back the laughter.

"It's a lot, mother plant huh?"

Not caring about the expression of his wife, Zean asked such a thing as a pleasantries in the morning. The man was still sleepy actually, but he did not feel at home if he remained silent without Syila in the room.

"Yes ..all mothers who plant, if I plant usually die," replied Syila a little he lengthened, until now, even though Zean has become her husband, there are still concerns if she is not polite.

"Oh yeah? Why that?"

Since when did Syila's discussion so caught his attention. In the past, Zean was even lazy to listen to Syila's complaints. However, at this moment everything changed and it was as easy as Zean to melt without him noticing.

"There is no talent, said my father."

"Badly indeed, you must learn from me." Always, the word suck seems to remain inherent in Syila.

"Can you?" syila asked as good as the ability of the man dubbed as an all-rounder man.

"It can, everything can .. plant my seeds the most can," he replied in no way unexpectedly until Syila choked on spit.

Her face looks ordinary, but trust me Syila made rustle to hear Zean's answer. It is not polite, Syila is still silent even the flowers that she is now flush may be be begging Syila to stop.

"Serious chirain." Syila flicked her lips and felt a little disappointed by the answer of this man by her side.

Zean only laughed discordantly, knowing that his wife had misbehaved. "That's serious, too, Syila." He wasn't kidding at all, but that sentence slightly shook his eardrum.

"You don't come home, doesn't it matter?"

Honestly, Syila was happy with Zean's home. This is the last week Syila stayed in her old house, lucky to leak that yesterday had been repaired, of course not Zean who did it himself.

"No, Yudha can handle it .. This is the first time I haven't been home for days, I'm afraid Mama's just worried."

"You feel at home here?"

"Well, I like it here .. a lot of caring neighbors turned out, I think it's all the same as Lastri."

Zean's stigma that neighbors are so unsettling is now broken. A few days of living here, Zean's eyes opened slightly and realized the concern of the people here was so high.

The presence of Zean was not a gossip even though they were secretly married. Syila also only had time to ask permission from the head of RT here to avoid slander that is not-no.

It is not uncommon for him to get the praise of the neighbors. Not only mothers, but also teenagers who grow up. Just look today, the two of them in the courtyard of the house have received a lot of praise and greetings from the neighbors who happened to pass through his house.

To Syila the question was a little annoying, but to Zean it was proof of how perfect she was. He chuckled and turned out to be very friendly. Really, Syila wanted to flush her disheveled hair so as to stop being so kind to the widow of the hostess next to her.

"Not dipelet, Auntie ..he who did not marry first," said Syila defended herself, a serious question wrapped in jokes and Syila to hear it.

After the woman passed, Zean still turned his head and it made Syila furious. Is it possible that Zean is just like any other man? Tired to see the body like a Spanish guitar, thought Syila.

"The lyrics go on, Mr. .. want to find a third wife or what?" The question escaped without Syila noticing, she was also confused as to why it was barking like this.

"Why you?" zean asked with a discordant laugh then, his wife's tone asked a little differently and it was adorable for him.

"Third wife for what? You are not exhausted," replied Zean, shuffling his wife's hair, how strange it is to express jealousy, Zean thought.

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Not wanting Yudha to get more depressed, Zean decided to go to work today despite coming a little late. However, for this time he was alone because he was worried that his wife's leg still hurt if he had to be invited to work.

Having just arrived at the office, Yudha banished Zean and told him that he would be better off going home. The look on Yudha's face was alarming, but Zean was reluctant to follow the words of his personal assistant.

"Don't block me, let me in, Yudha," said Zean still nicely and he sighed softly to keep his emotions in check.

"Don't, Mr. .. You better just go home, your health hasn't fully recovered, right?"

"Ck, I've been to the office means healthy, move aside." Zean's eyes stared intently at Yudha as a bluff to get the man away from her.

However, Yudha was still trying hard because she was worried that if Zean came in at this time then the thing she was guarding might be messed up.

"So, Yudha!! You don't understand human language?" Legendary sentences inherent in the descendants of Ibra will come back out if they are really angry.

Without a second thought, Zean pushed Yudha hard enough that she fell. Zean who was already emotional entered his room with long steps.

"Aarr!! You guys are making it hard."

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- To Be Continue -