The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 36 - Virtual

Getting used to sleeping in her arms, Syila is now lonely. Later that night that Zean promised at what time, really since last he did nothing but look at his notifications.

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Syila's chest was pounding again, unfortunately the woman's smile had to go back dim because the incoming notification was precisely a message from the operator. It's so annoying indeed, he clucked violently and was eager to throw his phone.

"Hold, Syila."

Had it not been remembered how difficult it was to get the flat object, Syila would have completely destroyed it due to waiting too long for Zean.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes to ten minutes passed. Syila ended her wait, she clucked in annoyance and scolded Zean in her heart.

Zean's promise made him wish that he had deliberately eaten earlier just for the sake of waiting for Zean to contact him. All this time he had never felt this kind of thing, jarring just for the sake of a news.

Syila looked at the screen of her phone, had many times she composed sentences to make sure Zean slept or indeed forgot. However, his fingers were at war with a prestige as high as the sky.

No, Syila realized there was no way she could do that. Even though Zean says the household with Nathalia is not as beautiful as it seems, still Syila's instinct as a wife says jealous.

However early in their relationship, Zean's treatment of her was enough to be the reason Syila felt that way. Although, she had already tried to limit, her heart as a woman could not lie at all.

Alright, it's okay tonight he ended sooner without Zean by his side. Syila got into bed after turning off the room lights, maybe she'd better get some sleep. After all, tomorrow morning still met, he thought before then pulling the blanket to cover his face.

Her eyes were forced closed, Syila still kept thinking about her husband contacting her. His phone rang again and this time it was different. Syila grabbed back the phone she had placed on the nightstand, her smile expanding instantly.

Without further ado, without waiting for her to receive Zean's call. Really, very obvious if he's waiting for the truth. However, all that was only realized when the voice of Zean was heard.

"I'm late, right?"

"No, I'm just finished getting clothes for tomorrow."

Just for the sake of making Zean not feel guilty, Syila lied. In fact, all of that he had accomplished since then. Syila's heart wavered, Zean's voice made her annoyance disappear instantly.

"Eat already?"

The question is cliche, but if it's from Zean then the meaning is different. Syila nodded while pulling the thread on the edge of her pillow. If Zean finds out about her behavior tonight it's gonna be the subject of a lifetime of ridicule.

"Jelg ...."

"Darling!!"

Zean's voice was slightly raised, perhaps confused because Syila was silent for some time. The woman was aghast in shock then cleared her throat to cover her nervousness.

"Yes .. I heard," said Syila softly as the tone she had been speaking all along.

"Look? Why keep quiet when asked."

Only then did Syila realize that the answer she gave to Zean was just a nod. It was crazy, he thought. Don't let Zean realize he's a little crazy this time.

"I have answered, the signal is possible," elak Syila said, he was looking for security when Zean himself knew clearly the quality of the network in the residence of the wife need not be doubted.

"Syila, can video call? I want to make sure of something."

Without waiting for long, Syila followed Zean's wishes. At least she didn't need the effort to see the husband's face, Syila thought.

"Gelap .. Where are you? The bathroom, right?"

He forgot about the room lights, it was such a hassle. Zean's warm smile looks real when he sees the beautiful face of his wife, the face of Syila who met red.

This sort of thing he had never felt, spending the rest of the night with the opposite sex instead of Syila at all. His gaze focused on the back of Zean, seemingly not in the room as there was no bed there.

"The door's locked?"

"Already," replied Syila accompanied by a slow nod, she was really used to answering questions while nodding so.

"What are you doing yourself, eating?"

Zean did not release Syila from view. Listening to the plain answers of every question that Zean gave. Just a simple discussion, Syila also did not ask about Nathalia or her in-laws.

Not because he did not care, but rather he was reluctant to ruin Zean's mood. Her husband showed what he was doing, and the man was asserting that he was not in the room with Nathalia, but was alone in the study.

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At first their discussion was normal, until the more late Zean began strange and several times hit his head slowly on the table.

"Why are you?"

A while ago she was fine, obviously when she showed strange symptoms Syila was worried. Zean did not answer him why, but his lips called his wife several times while rubbing her face rough.

"Syil," called Zean in a heavy voice, the more strange she looked and Syila thought Zean was drinking tonight.

"Yes, why?"

"Open," Zean's edict was short, dense and of course vague. The order raises questions in Syila's mind until she glances at the window, the mind of a positive Shila is indeed.

"Open what?"

"Your tree" hissed Zean, but it was still heard by Syila until the woman realized that Zean's change was not drunk, but another drunk.

"For what?"

"Open up, help me get tormented."

Zean then looked at Syila full of cravings, his jaw hardened and occasionally scrambling his hair. "Honey, please .. we're husband and wife, so there's no way I'm messing around."

Syila's worries were guessed, she was indeed thinking in that direction. However, a moment later Syila dismissed her doubts and followed Zean's will. No problem, as long as it's for her husband.

My God, it seems Zean really took Syila crazy tonight. The man groaned and let out a sigh of relief after a while he performed his action with the help of his wife via virtual. Syila was speechless, her face flushed again as Zean let out a discordant laugh still with a breath of breath.

"Have you?"

"Hm, put his shirt on there" Zean said later, obviously he didn't want his wife to catch a cold after this.

"Zean, it's safe, isn't it?" syila asked then, for some reason she was suddenly suspicious and worried.

"What?"

"You're really not going to mess around with that, are you?"

Even though the man was her husband, Syila was still worried that Zean was filming their video call screen. Not the suspicious intention of the husband, but the possibility of Zean's phone falling into the hands of others is clearly still there.

"Hahahahaha, I forgot .. should have recorded the screen, yes" Zean said after breaking up and he felt his wife was very funny.

"Huft, thank goodness."

"But I had a chance to sreenshot," added Zean to make Syila's face turn sour, it's a big mistake that he believes in Zean.

"Zean, what's it doing?" shila asked and hoped that once it was just a joke.

"Just in case .. don't try to run away from my life if your picture doesn't want to spread, okay?"

Syila suddenly shrieked, she gulped her saliva bitterly. Forcing and arbitrary nature of Zean seems to be irrigating in his blood, Syila confused for herself the nature of who Zean inherited.

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