The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 39 - The Catastrophe

Bandung.

While diving drinking water, the saying is so familiar is not it? Yes, right now Zean is feeling the meaning. The man smiled unceasingly as he set foot in the city of flowers.

With Syila at his side, consider it an impromptu honeymoon. After making his wife shocked yesterday, Syila had to accept the fact that part of her job was not joking.

This was the first time Zean had not felt tired after a long trip. In fact, it could be said to be the most enjoyable trip that Zean felt. During this time, he vacationed with Nathalia around Europe even though it did not warm his heart at all.

Could this be the most beautiful part of their memories? Zean's expectations have been too high even he forgot the purpose he came here is as a speaker to provide motivation tomorrow morning.

All went well, entered the hotel and Zean still does not stop holding the hand of the wife. Understandably, in the office the space of movement is limited and impossible to act as they please. Until, here he feels free to express his love for his wife.

In life, there are often unforeseen rights. It was as easy as God turned things around if he wanted to, and now it is evident that Zean was limp as soon as the door of his room opened.

Zean chest deflated, his soul seemed to be lost in part when he realized the bed they would occupy was separated by the nightstand in between. Sure enough, they are husband and wife who might split the bed.

His smile suddenly disappeared, replaced with a face full of anger and immediately reached into his phone. Who else is responsible if not Prayudha Bagas Tami, the brash assistant he believes to be the main culprit of his misadventures.

Unlike Zean, Syila who is tired of not thinking about this kind of twin bed will be disastrous. He made the bathroom his goal.

"You crazy? Why is the room like this, settan?"

"Sorry, Mr. Zean Andreatama, the facility was borne by the campus. From the beginning they knew it was you and me, so it's not my responsibility."

Yudha's sleepy voice sounded unusually upset with Zean's accusation. The man took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, it was hard for a Zean to be a little patient.

"But at least you can tell the truth."

Pissed off? Very, even Zean's head seemed smoky from the very beginning the door of the room opened. The destination to Bandung to bring Syila is certainly not the same as the previous trip. However, I don't know who broke his plan this time.

"You want to kill yourself? If I say you go with Syila who they know as Secretary, not your wife. Then not just separate the beds, but separate the rooms."

True too, Zean momentarily fell silent and digested Yudha's words. Really, he did not know at all if the hotel is borne by the campus, usually not like this and Yudha is responsible.

"Ck, it sucks ... Then what should I do? How can I sleep apart the bed so," he complained looking frustrated even now rubbed his face rough.

"Enjoy, Mr ... You yourself said you should save."

Saving only applies if the one on his side is Yudha. For now, it seems like it won't happen again. The man disconnected his phone when Syila came out with a bathrobe wrapped in his body.

Very quickly his wife took a bath, maybe he who talked to Yudha for too long did not realize that time was running so fast, Zean thought.

"You shower?"

"Yes, my body is sticky."

"You're not worried? Bathe there," she turned her head and saw clearly the sour face of Zean that had been inversely proportional to before.

"I don't want to sleep here" he said, switching the conversation and it only made Syila sigh slowly.

"Why?" Even if she knew, Syila kept asking to make Zean not feel ignored.

"Basket separated. Ays the siallan seminar committee!! If it wasn't for the rector, I'd have canceled it by now."

Long time no hear zean nagging, now his ears are a little surprised. Her husband is still the same, Zean is grumpy and likes to curse if something does not fit his will.

"Moved? Shouldn't you just sleep here?"

"Whoa .. I brought you because I don't want to sleep alone, if the ending is sleeping separately like this for what."

Obviously, without him the cover-up and Zean's decision is indisputable. Syila was unable to resist the will of her husband, she also refused if she had to fight all bed matters.

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After the infuriating drama a while ago, now the couple had actually moved to another room as Zean wanted. Her mood was very easy to change, Syila just shook her head slowly when the husband took a shower after peeping her forehead.

A moment ago she was furious, her mutant words even made Syila's ears hurt. However, in a few seconds Zean could turn as soft as that on him. Only to him, because when he came back to contact Yudha was still not friendly.

Not long after, Zean came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. A little original, because it has always been that way. Zean frowned, Syila looked silent with a blanket that had covered part of her body.

"Crazy."

There was no answer, even though the droplets of water from Zean's hair landed on his hands, the wife was still closed without feeling the slightest annoyance.

"Gosh, is he sleeping? Honey, hey ... Sleep huh?"

Between heart and no, Zean had pity on his wife. However, he felt even more sorry for himself if the wife really slept tonight.

"On the count of three don't get up either, I cut your pay."

The ancient threat still applies apparently. Zean kept trying, but whatever the tiredness and drowsiness of Syila was more powerful. His mind started to misbehave, Zean chuckled then kissed his lips slowly.

"I must be crazy." Zean shook his head quickly when such thoughts were completely blown in his mind. "But she's my own wife, if I do it during what's considered rape?" he continued then still looking at the wife who was so good in her sleep.

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- To Be Continue -