
One week they exchanged roles, all very well. Sean not only managed to make Nathalia cry with an unexpected coldness, but Yudha as well. He who is not at home in the company, often makes Yudha massage the chest because he had to wake Sean every few hours.
Initially Yudha thought it might be the effect of the honeymoon, but it has been a week passed and the boss's sleeping hobby is actually attached. Seeing this incident, Yudha suddenly thought that maybe this new secretary was too monotonous and mature until Zean drowsy at any moment.
While on the other hand, Syila invited Zean home because she was worried about Zulia's condition. As a normal woman who still uses common sense and she doesn't know anything about her husband's theatrics, it's obvious that her co-workers will be suspicious.
Sunday afternoon, they flew to the capital. After making sure his wife was okay, Zean did not want to delay his return. Moreover, Nasyila was starting to get uncomfortable there. "We took a taxi no problem, yes" Zean said gently when they left the airport.
"Tumben is not Yudha." Syila's forehead was wrinkled, usually the versatile assistant was always there for Zean for whatever reason.
"He's got a job."
The purpose this time is a little different, Zean has prepared a new residence and certainly will not leak drama again when it rains. As an ordinary woman, Syila was of course stunned by what was clearly visible before her eyes.
There was absolutely no suspicion in Syila that night, everything felt perfect. Although the two have not been able to live a normal life as a married couple out there, Syila is not a problem at all.
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However, the next morning she felt Zean was a little different. The man woke up later than he should have, thinking it was possible that Zean had forgotten that this morning he had to go to the office. If it was only late in a matter of minutes it was no problem, but this time Zean was already almost an hour.
Slowly Syila patted the husband on the cheek, inevitably they had to do the routine as usual. Syila itself is so neat, even a touch of thin make-up increasingly emphasizes her beauty.
"Zean .. wake up, it's noon."
Worried that her husband had a headache, Syila woke him up so subtly. However, for some reason this morning Zean seemed to be dying. Syila had whispered a string of sweet words to make Zean wake up, unfortunately Syila's efforts only made Zean cluck because he felt his sleep was disturbed.
"Dear job!!"
Her patience began to thin, Syila's voice rose an octave and indeed managed to make Zean open his eyes. However, a moment later it became a disaster because Zean actually pulled him in his arms.
"Can be snapped right now."
Zean laughed wryly while showering his wife with a kiss. Actually since the first time Syila tried, Zean had been awake. However, he just wanted to see what kind of news the wife was. Syila's patience was not much different from Zia's. Gently at the beginning, lasting at most ten minutes at the end give up as well.
"Stop .. My clothes are messy," Syila refused because Zean's hands began to be unable to compromise, it was really sesigap it if dealing with his body.
"Where are you going?" asked Zean in a hoarse voice, a voice that often made Syila rustle since she first became his wife.
"Work," replied Syila relaxed while buttoning the shirt due to Zean a few moments ago.
"Your running time is up Syila .. My new secretary has been working from a week ago," said Zean lightly, without thinking how upset the wife when she found out she was fired for no reason.
As someone who felt he had done nothing wrong, he clearly felt that this kind of thing was unfair. The woman looked at Zean annoyed to the point that her husband's hand was still coiled on his plate.
"Yes I fired it."
It was easy for him to talk, but to become a Zean secretary was not easy and so much for Syila to sacrifice in order to be in that position. Unfortunately, Syila's employment contract was cut off.
"Where's my fault?"
"Nothing, right now you are my responsibility .. no need to work, I can live you, Syila."
It's not a problem, Zean is so easy to make a decision. Even if it is true that it is not allowed to work, it should not make its own decisions, Syila thought.
I want to be angry, but it's useless because it's useless. It is fortunate that Syila lost her job when she was Zean's wife, if only it was not possible that she would sell her internal organs for the treatment of her mother.
"Don't be angry, I'm just worried you're exhausted. Just stay home and do your job as my wife, after all you know our marriage must be awake before I officially divorce."
The reason was very logical, Syila accepted Zean's answer and thought if it was so. In fact, the real reason he fired Syila was obviously because he was worried that his twin brother was doing something. Well, no matter how much Zean believes in Sean, if it's about Syila he remains sane alert. Moreover, the man blatantly said that Syila was the woman of his dreams.
"How do you want to? Almost nine."
"Work later, ten o'clock I'm leaving."
Zean doesn't like this part actually, either Sean really, really or just wants to make him feel the rigors of life. The man asks Zean to replace him in the workshop because Sean loves the job and is worried about being fired for taking too long not to enter.
In fact, Zean was able to set up a workshop that was much larger than where Sean worked. But the man refused for a thousand reasons. Zean was just thinking what might he be able to survive in such a place, exhausting for sure.
"What time will he be home?"
"Somehow, I can't promise, honey," Zean replied slowly, he's been thinking about this and indeed Sean said his return hour is uncertain, but it's usually night.
"Do you have to go home to Nathalia?"
"No, don't get me wrong, Syila .. I swear." I don't know when Zean always worried Syila was a little sick if she sided with Nathalia. "I have to work hard, dear .. For your sake, I'm willing even to exchange with the cheat."
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- To Be Continue -