The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 04 - Second Attention

Syila thought Zean would joke around, it was unlikely that the man could be at her house. Although he had never set foot in the man's residence, what was reported by the media about the descendants of Ibrahim Megantara is unlikely to lie.

Despite the pain and ache at the base of her thigh, Syila could not possibly be spoiled in Zean's arms. Obviously she was aware of the position, even though it was Zean's wife in the eyes of religion.

The woman still forced herself to cook in the kitchen because her husband certainly needed to eat. After saying he wanted to sleep this morning, Zean was not awake yet.

"Aaaaw ... will tomorrow-tomorrow remain this way? Pain all over my body."

He complains, tired it really feels and Syila can not be denied the point he can not say. Maybe because it was only the first time, let alone the opponent was a Zean who might already be an expert at doing such a thing, he thought.

"Ehem."

The woman trembled when she realized Zean was approaching her. Wait, what's Zean doing? Hugging her from behind like in those romantic dramas? Or say good morning and invite him to war again, Nasyila thought with an unusually high confidence.

"Crazy."

"Y-yes, why?"

Brave to look at her with overwhelming nervousness. Syila could not turn away from the charm of this man who had been her husband. Handsome, her abdominal muscles really made Syila's eyes mature.

"I'm gonna take a shower, where's your towel?"

Glug

His cheeks were red, his embarrassment was overwhelming and he wanted to split. What Syila was thinking, the man just asked where the towel was. Without answering, Syila passed to the room to pick up a new towel. Yes, she was afraid her husband was disgusted of course, it was not funny if Zean ilfeel was to her just because of the towel.

"Why is that so? Am I overreacting?"

Unknowingly, Zean pulled the corner of his thin lips. The man was wrong to see the consequences of his own actions, if Zean remembers again last night he was actually crazy.

However, the smile he forced disappeared just like that when Nasyila approached. He brought a new towel and some other toiletries, Zean did not think about it. Toothbrush and others he did not prepare at all, rather forget.

"Thank you!!"

Inner Nasyila cursed, looking at the back of the husband who was now passing through it. As difficult as Zean to say thank you, God what ever since childhood is not taught ethics, thought Syila closed her eyes.

It's okay, maybe it's new. After all, Zean's attitude was so, Syila tried to understand and did not demand to be treated well. The problem after this, will Zean like the cuisine? For some reason even though he was a little annoyed at the man, Zean's fear of not liking his cooking just popped up.

BRACKET

"Yahaaaa ... Mama!!"

Syila gasped with Zean's scream in the bathroom. Not to mention the sound of falling objects that were quite alarming, even though the steps were a little difficult, Syila even ran to the bathroom.

"Don't say ration, until stroke is serious."

She was afraid, her trauma of the incident in the bathroom like that was still lingering. Like the mother who started it, she did not want Zean to have the same fate when at home.

Zean's breathing was irregular, his body was still drenched. Only had time to wear a towel to cover his waist up to his knees, even then he tied the origin.

Finished out of the threat, Zean closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. Water flowed from his face, neck and chest. The man's chest was flattened and he felt his breath as if it had been swallowed by time.

"What's wrong?"

"There, there's a hairy ... Shitt, why is it so big."

Zean pointed towards the bathroom, he trembled and was unable to look there. The shape is still imagined, why can the animal grow so fat in this place.

"Rice?"

"Ehm, huge ... was deliberately maintained or how?" zean asked Syila because he thought that a mouse of that size was deliberately kept.

"Which crazy person keeps the rat, indeed here the rat is big," reply Syila did not accept with Zean's question.

He stepped into the bathroom, his eyes closed as he sighed softly. Syila stroked her chest and tried to be patient, it was only natural that she heard the sound of falling objects. A large water reservoir bucket broke due to Zean throwing, maybe it was an attempt to expel the rat.

"Aaarrggh I'm amused, he's swimming there too?" zean asked amusedly and pointed at the water reservoir there, he could not imagine if the water he used to bathe and brush his teeth became the pool of a rat.

"Normally not, where was it?"

It's strange, as Nasyila remembers though here a lot of rats have not happened to really enter the bathroom. Now, Zean even turned deathly pale after his first encounter with the disgusting animal.

"Near my feet!! Aah I can't do this .. I want to go home," he said as if he could no longer bear to be in this kind of hell.

Syila did not reply anymore, she passed and followed Zean behind her. Until he arrived at the room, Zean sat on the edge of the bed with his knees still limp and his body still shaking. Since childhood living in a awake environment, obviously he was afraid of being met with such a thing.

"This is his shirt."

Zean did carry a change of clothes that he put in a small bag. However, Nasyila continued to prepare it until Zean was really ready to wear it. The second thing Zean never got from Nathalia, the man was stunned when Nasyila did such a small thing for him.

"Before going home, breakfast first ... You haven't eaten anything since last night," Nasyila said then a little bit away slowly, Zean just looked at her and felt the wife's words a little strange.

"He's upset?" Zean monologues, even though he himself says he wants to go home because of fear.

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- To Be Continue -