The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 42 - He Makes My Wife Cry

My wife is great at everything and I am made to fall in love every second of every moment. - My Beloved Husband.

By late afternoon, that was all Syila thought. She clutched her phone tightly, the caption that Nathalia used in her latest post was Zean's sentence that suddenly went viral after becoming a seminar speaker this morning.

Again and again, Nathalia made all the women of this land envious, including Syila herself. He let out a long sigh, his heart suddenly ached when he saw the wedding photo that Nathalia had uploaded an hour ago.

Various compliments and good prayers Syila read carefully. Look, even the whole world blesses their relationship. While her? A wife that Zean kept secret and married out of pity. It hurts, but it's a fact.

His vision began to blur as Shila's eyes grew more and more condensed. She forgot that now she was not alone, her heart as a woman could not accept until she unknowingly sobbed no longer could she endure.

Syila bit her lips, trying to hold back so that Zean did not notice her crying. The woman turned her head, the bathroom door was still closed which meant that Zean was still bathing. For a moment he did not want to be a hypocrite, his tears wanted to talk and express how much pain he was in.

"Oh my God, why does this hurt to share."

Syila never imagined that it would hurt like this. From the beginning of the marriage he had tried to fortify his heart not to love Zean too deeply. However, he seemed to be caught up in his own promise.

Today he was not as strong as yesterday, just now when Zean was mobbed by many women he seemed to be unwilling. The woman continued to cry until the burly hand held her from behind.

"Ze-zean?"

Syila quickly wiped her tears. The distinctive aroma of Zean's body and water droplets due to his hair was still wet it made the shila wake up from his daydream.

"Why? Did I hurt your heart today?" asked Zean softly as he slowly kissed his back.

"No," she replied, still sobbing, Zean turned her back so she could stare at the lie she had hidden from her eyes.

"Say, what makes you cry like this?" zean asked seriously, he wiped away the wife's tears full of feeling.

"Mother's miss," he answered briefly avoiding Zean's gaze.

Unfortunately, the husband is not that easy to believe. It was easy for Zean to read Syila's lie, the man snatched the phone that Syila now held so tightly.

"You're crying about this thing, aren't you?"

Suddenly panicked, the sadness that had been too deep now replaced with fear Zean knew the real reason. After him, obviously Zean will make it a mockery if caught crying because of Nathalia's upload.

"No, cry because mom says so."

"Lying is a sin, baby," said Zean, smiling and feeling like he would find treasure on Syila's phone.

"Don't be kidding, Zean .. give it a quick."

The scramble for the phone still continued, until Zean who was worried that the wife had failed him had no other way but to lock Syila's body under his confinement.

"Ah ... because of this?"

Syila blushed, her pride was going somewhere right now. Replaced with immense embarrassment to defeat his size. Zean smiled faintly when he saw Syila deliberately monitoring Nathalia's upload with the caption of her words this morning.

His wife cried even tight because of that, but Zean was just the opposite. He was pounding, his heart was warming and felt really precious. Not in Nathalia's eyes, but in Syila's.

Is it wrong for him to smile at his wife's cries? Zean sighed softly before then putting down Syila's phone carelessly. His attention turned to the meek figure who was now staring at Zean with her beautiful netra.

"My wife was crying just because of that? Tell me, do I need to ask Nathalia to erase this sadness of yours?" asked Zean with a distance so close that it made the feathers of Shila bristled.

Syila had no answer, Zean's question made her shed tears again without being asked. The man immediately hugged her while giving peace to his wife.

"Don't cry, those words are for you .. not the woman," said Zean still rubbing softly on Syila's shoulder, as she continued, she is eager to berate Nathalia who carelessly sells her name to look like the perfect couple.

During this time Syila was just silent, there was no overreaction even when Zean returned home to Nathalia, she also looked relaxed. Zean was not angry this time, the man was grateful because the wife blatantly showed her jealousy.

"Remove your tears, don't cry over such a cheap thing .. a great wife who is able to make me fall in love with her every second is you, sensitive little dong, dear."

Not insensitive, Syila only limits herself while she can. The woman is well aware of the position and as what stands. It's just that, somehow this afternoon his heart was talking differently and with Zean the last few days made his defense collapse instantly.

For a while she was quiet, maybe Syila needed to calm herself down. Until, the woman ventured to look at the husband with her eyes. That easy his eyes were swollen and reddened as if he had just been left gone for all eternity.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be childish like this" Syila said after a little more calm, but she hadn't let go of Zean holding her.

"No problem, you have the right to cry .. I will ask Nathalia to delete the useless upload, she can be confident and think it's for her."

"Don't you, why would you do such a thing?" Syila shook her head, she was worried that later Nathalia would think and their position was threatened.

"I don't like it, she made my wife cry this afternoon" she said, then moved to reach for her phone, Syila still drowning in confusion and contemplating the meaning of Zean's speech just now.

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- To Be Continue -