The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 38 - Confirmed

After raising a myriad of questions in the minds of both the sister and the mother, in Zean's office also did the same. The man looked more human, even when an employee accidentally stepped on his foot, Zean relaxed.

"Be careful, breakfast is there."

One of the staff in his office was lucky this morning. In fact, usually a Zean is not reluctant to make his employees cry blood. If not cut the salary, of course fire without respect.

"I'm sorry, sir .. say-I'll clean your shoes."

Zean retreated and restrained the body of the man who was about to kneel down and cleaned his shoes. Obviously it makes those who see them are guessing, surprise what Zean actually plans for Boby.

"No need, do your job well today."

There is no drama, nor is there a spicy mouth that mentally suppresses someone to tears. The man passed after gently patting Boby's shoulder, the thing that managed to make Boby give thanks endlessly.

Accompanied by Yudha behind him, Zean remained silent without saying anything. Understand well if at this time maybe Yudha is guessing the contents of his brain, but at all he does not care.

"Yudha, what's my schedule this week?"

"So dense, you put off a lot of work yesterday."

Zean closed his eyes, he already knew the risk would be like this. However, it is okay as long as the reason is also clear. He did not feel a waste of time at all, let alone that because of Syila.

Yudha began to explain Zean's schedule over the next few days. Everything seemed ordinary, but Zean just remembered that he had to go out of town to fill a seminar at one of the big campuses there.

"Should I go to Bandung? Can't they just come here?" zean asked without looking at Yudha.

"Ehm doesn't seem to." Strange basis, since when the concept of the seminar so changed so, thought Yudha.

"Then my secretary is with me .. You stay in the office."

Yudha had guessed, the bases tipped there. it was actually not a strange thing, Syila often accompanied Zean for some work. But it doesn't get out of town like this.

"I'm usually, sir."

"The company needs you, Yudha ... Syila's probably capable, you know for yourself how her brain is."

Yudha pursed her lips, after all, if Shila remained in the office of corporate responsibility not to the woman, Zean was the only one who tried to find a gap. The man wanted to argue, but it was useless because Zean's will was like that.

"But, is it okay Syila came to Bandung? Nginep loh, sir."

"It's more a problem if you're with me. Besides being more frugal, rent a room is quite one," he replied casually before leaving Yudha who was still frozen when the elevator opened.

"Know, sir .. don't need to be confirmed if the reason for wanting to room."

Just starting the day, Zean had made him depressed because he realized that if Syila had officially become Zean, there was no chance for him at all.

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While on the other hand, Syila who is used to coming earlier than Zean has been sitting sweet at her work desk. Syila polishes her face a little differently today, for some reason after becoming Zean's wife she just thought about the words of Rona who had commented on her appearance.

"It's not excessive, my eyes are a little heavy," muttered Syila looking at her face in the mirror. He who was not used to giving a touch of false eyelashes before, was obviously a little uncomfortable this morning. Though not too obvious, even his coworkers were not aware of Syila's change.

For whom she dressed up like this, what might be the middle of being a teaser of her own husband. I don't know, but once again Syila thought there was no harm in her keeping up appearances. Rona's remark that Zean was angry from the eye pain of seeing her face was one of the reasons she was a little different this time.

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"As for pa_ aawww."

A very friendly greeting from the president. Syila was made unable to struggle when Zean squeezed his body into the wall after the door was closed.

"Hi."

Zean stared in admiration at the wife's face, as the man who had memorized Syila's face in all circumstances clearly he understood something had changed with his wife.

"Beautiful, how many hours is the dressing?" zean asked a little jokingly until Syila turned red, there was always something that made Syila seem to have no power in front of Zean.

The man advanced his face, inhaling the scent of Syila's body deeply. The niche of the wife's neck is her favorite part, it is wrong Syila sprayed perfume there this morning.

"Eat already?" asked Zean after being satisfied to breathe the aroma of the wife, he almost khilaf gave a sign of ownership on the smooth neck of Nasyila.

"It."

"What time is it for sleep?" zean asked his wife to turn to the sofa, not forgetting to lock the door because usually Yudha who is very attentive will bring porridge for him every morning.

"Finished the video call immediately went to sleep," said Syila slowly and tidied up her shirt, inexplicably this morning Zean's hand could not stand still when she was nearby.

Zean just nodded slowly, the man leaned against his shoulder while massaging the base of his nose. Syila who already thought Zean was hot, immediately put the back of her hand on Zean's forehead.

"Why you?"

"Drowsiness," Zean replied lethargic and he completely yawned afterwards. Last night, Zean did not return to his room and continued to be in the study until dawn.

"Every night, huh?" ask Syila for some reason suddenly pain. Especially after she recalled what Zean did last night when he was with her. Syila's mind was already fixed in that direction, the fact that the man who was now by her side was the husband of the person still made Syila unable to breathe freely.

"Hm, I can't sleep .. want to call you worried about disturbing, so play the game until my eyes hurt."

"Times?" syila asked with an expression of disbelief.

"Seriously, dear ... for what I lied."

"Not another one?"

What kind of question was that, Syila bit her lip suddenly. It's stupid, even if it's staying up late for that reason, Nathalia is his legal wife. Really, Syila condemned her stupidity to ask Zean such a thing.

"What does that mean?" Feigning stupid, Zean stared fixedly at the wife who was now regretting her words.

"No, I'm wrong."

Zean chuckled at Syila's reaction, the man had understood it since then in fact. Merely, the red tinge on Syila's face was too cute for her to end. "Game, I swear .. I'm not messing around behind you."

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- To Be Continue -