The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 40 - Threats

Morning greeted with a glimmer of warmth in the eastern horizon. The morning air outside seemed to still be cold, as cold as his wife's gaze. Because, the feeling of not having the heart of Zean only survives at the beginning of the night, before the dawn of his ego trumps pity even though Syila was enjoying her beautiful dreams.

Here, in a room that is quite luxurious and at home for just an impromptu honeymoon. Zean was staring fixedly at the beautiful face of Syila in front of him, since dawn the woman chose to be silent after bathing. However, even so he still prepared everything that Zean needed, even now he was installing his tie.

"Ehem."

Zean cleared his throat, it seemed that he was starting to not feel at home with this cold war. Syila's face remained flat, neither a smile at all nor a look of fear as before. Wanting to get angry, Zean realized this was his fault.

"Sa-dear sorry."

Actually a Zean remains the same, his ego remains high even though he has made that crazy mistake. The new apology he said after four hours of the incident, the incident that made Syila scream in the middle of her beautiful dreams due to Zean's surprise attack without warning.

Not only that, Zean who slept soundly without caring whether he was angry or not was also the main trigger. Alight now, Zean is enjoying the cold attitude of Syila which makes him tormented even though it is only a matter of hours.

"Hour eight, let's hurry ... You have to have breakfast before we get there."

"Jelg ...."

Zean bit his lower lip. My God, everything's complicated by his madness. She thought Syila would accept and enjoy even if she did without the warm-up. However, the evidence is different and it seems that the wife felt pain afterwards.

"I won't go out until we're okay" Zean said as Syila was about to pass by carrying a bag containing work support tools as long as she accompanied Zean today.

"Well, I'll go first."

"SHILA!! Dare to go out without my permission I spread your picture."

Zean went up, since he was welding and being patient. His wife is a little stubborn, is not such a thing is commonplace for the husband to do to his wife, inner Zean still feels he is not entirely guilty.

"Come, don't make me angry," he said immediately weakened, actually Zean could have pretended to forget and move as he should. However, if he did so then Zean's guilt would be too great for his wife.

It didn't take much time and many ways to make Syila obey. Either because of hearing Zean's threats, or indeed she was worried that her husband was angry when he left without permission.

The distance between the two was only a few steps away, Zean stared intently at Syila who was still pouting at him. It was the ugliest face Zean had ever seen.

"Take it easy, we won't come out if your face is still like that."

Syila frowned, since when did she care about the matter of the facial expression of someone who accompanied her. In the past, Syila was swamped because she snapped still forced to look fine.

At first Syila thought it was just a joke, but when she saw Zean sitting on the edge of the bed made Syila sigh violently. It had been ten minutes, and Syila spoke up in the end.

Syila who was worried that Zean would be late now turned her eyes lazy and relented in the end. He glanced at Zean who had been focusing on his phone since, probably thinking which photo he wanted to spread, he thought.

"Zean come on."

"Hm? Is it done pouting?" asked Zean looked up and put his phone back in his pants pocket.

The woman only nodded, but honestly she could not smile because Zean messed up her sleep so much that Syila's head hurt a little.

"It."

"Where? I haven't seen your smile yet" he said, drawing closer and watching his wife's face unblinkingly.

If in this world there is the most annoying human award, according to Syila this man is the leading nomination. Zean did not seem satisfied even though Syila was not pouting anymore.

"The smile must be sincere, you smile so in front of Mama can be lectured seven days and seven nights, Syila."

Before reaching that stage, it was possible that Syila had the right and accepted to smile in front of her in-laws. Really, Syila suddenly smiled bitterly at Zean's words. Unfortunately, such a smile actually makes Zean pounding and thinks his wife is wrong.

"Never give that smile to anyone else, Syila."

"Hm, I'm going to pout all the time," replied Syila as she herself with a face that was now flushed and avoided Zean's warm netra.

Wanting once he berated himself, why was it so easy that his defense collapsed. In fact, he was determined to punish the husband until later returned to Jakarta. Syila's easy-to-read behavior made Zean feel free and he was big-headed to think the wife had forgiven him.

"Not angry anymore, are you? Sorry, I also don't understand why my nafflu is exploding on your side" Zean asked sincerely with a million regrets clearly visible in his eyes.

"Hm, but please don't do it again ... Sick, Zean, I swear," he said, still holding back his frustration to climb into his crown.

"I promise, it won't be so again ... If it holds."

For the sake of dampening the anger of his wife he promised first, even though the last two words were only pendam in his mind. Honestly, he did not dare to guarantee that in the future he would be able to hold back, last night he had tried hard to still lose.

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