The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 43 - Only Shadow

Their actual return schedule is tonight. However, Zean deliberately bide time to enjoy the atmosphere of the city tonight with his wife. Consider it an apology because the wife cried.

As soon as they knew that deep, Zean peeked at Syila's back repeatedly during the trip.

Syila was filled with Zean's treatment, the more day she made Syila selfish and wanted to have this man completely. They walked so slowly, walking down the streets like a simple couple around him. For a lifetime, Zean had never felt this way at all.

"Scent, what perfume are you wearing?" zean asked for a moment to stop the action, then he repeated and seemed unsatisfied.

"Perfumes are cheap," replied Syila asal mentioned for the sake of insinuating Zean who often boasts of his expensive perfume in front of Syila.

"Well you answer, where do we eat?"

It was really difficult for Zean to be free to mix romance with his wife. The status of Zean who is Nathalia's husband makes his movement space very limited, these nights he has to come out with a hat and also a hodie to avoid the sight of Nathalia fans.

"Surrection," said Nasyila as women in general, lucky that it did not make Zean rose blood.

"There is no restaurant the name is up," replied Zean casually still hold tightly to the tiny fingers of the wife.

Not long after, the two chose a restaurant that if it was safe for Zean to open a hat that has been annoying since. Wanting to actually enjoy eating out like any other couple, it's just that Zean understands the risks at the moment.

Zean combed her hair with fingers, a little disheveled and it again made Syila rustle. If Zean talks love every second, it seems like he's the one who's caught up in the charm of the husband unconsciously.

"You why? The food's not good?" zean asked frowned, Syila had been looking at him since then and it made Zean feel handsome many times.

"Ti-no," elak Syila as quickly as possible while holding the nape of her neck, a surefire way to get rid of nervousness ala Syila.

"Still miss mom?"

Zean meant something else, not in that direction at all. But he was mocking the wife who had been crying as a result of seeing Nathalia upload. True Syila's guess, it became Zean's mainstay weapon until he did not dwell afterwards.

"God."

"Hahaha, why is it so hard to admit that you're jealous? Hm?"

"I'm not jealous," jolted Syila more upset, it's true that it should be if you eat do not look anywhere other than food in front of us.

"Keep what?"

"Of course, that's not jealousy."

Zean did not need to argue to show his victory, proof that the wife was jealous was very clear this afternoon. "Why is she getting so adorable pouty?"

Zean did not take his wife out of his sight. For whatever sake he really felt at home, for a moment the man remembered the words of the grandfather every time with Syila. The best woman is she who when looked at, we feel at home and want to continue with her.

Since the first time he doubted if women were able to make reluctant to move for a while. However, it was broken when Syila was present in his life. Whether since when Zean's eyes were at home to look at the woman, but as she remembered since Syila entered and introduced herself accompanied by Yudha, Zean's heart had felt different.

Repeatedly he tepis, even trying to be more rude than the previous secretary Zean's feelings remain the same. Until, when that night he saw Syila in her scanty clothes and was about to surrender to Rio, Zean's feelings became more and more passionate and he did not accept.

"Zean."

His daydreams are crumbling, for a second he realizes that love has actually been around for a long time. However, his heart and soul still resisted if that feeling was love. In fact, when the first night he still thought if there was absolutely no love, he sure touched Syila with just naffsu, but the fact is not so.

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He had prepared it since yesterday, deliberately buying it for him to give as a gift after marriage. Without a stale ado, Zean is indeed not a man who is good at seducing actually.

"Hopefully fit in your fingers, I was just about when I bought it," Zean said after putting the diamond ring on Syila's fingers. It looks simple, but Syila is sure that her salary for a year will not be able to buy this thing.

"This Zean .. berleb_"

"Shuut, I don't accept protests .. That's for you, and one for me. Come put it on" Zean told Syila until she bought it, she trembled at the command of her husband.

"You killed yourself? How do people become aware?"

"My wedding ring with Nathalia has been thrown out, the shape is the same so no one will be suspicious" Zean said firmly, but still Syila's feelings are mixed and can not define the current situation.

Syila did not immediately follow the husband, she lowered her head and shook her head slowly. For the first time, she refused the husband's request outright. "I can't, Zean .. We're too much for this."

"Why?" zean asked seriously and his heart felt the pain of Syila's rejection.

"Don't make yourself a criminal, lie to Nathalia that this ring is your wedding ring while her partner is on my finger."

"But you are my wife."

"Secret wife, don't force me to show because I'm a shadow."

As thousands of arrows were drawn, Zean was at a loss for words. He stared intently at his wife without blinking and felt her pain was overwhelming. "What do you mean?"

"I will accept the ring, if only I wear it. I do not want my husband's lie to be too big, you will be considered contemptible and sinful. Right now, your partner based on the ring is Nathalia, not me."

Believe me, Zean wanted to roar at this moment. He closed his eyes and clasped Syila's fingers tightly. "Fastly, we will be a couple based on everything, Sayaang. Religion, State, Ring or whatever it is, it's just you, Nasyila."

Syila was silent, she was still shocked by Zean's reply. The man cried in front of him, Zean looked weak. Until, his tears slowly stopped when the call from the father entered without him expecting. Zean's eyes fiddled, he looked panicked and ascertained the circumstances around him.

"What's? The hotel?!"

Syila looked confused, she followed the steps of the husband who was suddenly about to move on without knowing what really happened. "Zean wait!! What's the matter exactly?"

"Mr ... Papa in Bandung and now in the hotel where we stay," said Zean and it immediately made Syila's eyes come into the pattern. His mind was suddenly muddled, just like Zean who now seemed confused by his circumstances.

"How late?"

"How else, just meet," Zean replied trying to calm down even though the man's breathing was completely irregular at this time.

"Oh my God, what's the papa here for? Is it possible that my presence as a third person has reached their ears?"

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- To Be Continue -