The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 57 - Go Home

Almost nine o'clock in the evening, Syila was waiting for his return. Zean's promise that he would come home tonight was the reason Syila waited. As a second wife, Syila could not be denied thinking that Zean was trying to divide his time.

"Did I just call Yudha sir?"

Several times the option occurred to him, but he undoed the intention and decided it was better to wait. Bored in the room, Nasyila spent time watching television for a moment. Although it is not certain that he will feel better, at least the waiting time for Zean will not be so felt.

While on the other hand, far from his expectations, Zean is currently in Sean's residence. The two need to meet, and Zean certainly has to clean up and go home as Zean should.

"Ribet, why don't I replace you with Syila."

Sean spoke without looking at Zean who was now drying his hair. Sean's mouth that spoke suddenly made Zean's body suddenly hot, he approached and threw the small towel right in Sean's face.

"You want to die?"

"It's a suggestion, Zean .. It's good to consider, after all you don't want to feel like Sean completely. Living in such a narrow place, eating alone and sleeping without the caress of a wife," he explained did not make Zean calm at all.

"You're not crazy, Sean."

The man threw his body on the sofa now, too tired with the work in the workshop made him forget that the sofa was not as plump as his own. Zean grimaced, not joking at all and the man's waist was completely tormented.

"It's only been one day complaining, I'm four years old, Zean."

"Don't equate me with you, and your boss is insane!! Employees overtime with heavy work, but pay is not much."

Zean grumbles, he laments how annoying Sean's boss is to ask him to do things and not even get a break. His fingers peeled off, in one day he let down eight customers who came.

Of course with a different problem. It was lucky that during the day Sean's co-worker finally came and Zean wasn't that difficult. Although Zean's job is getting heavier because he is asked to lift this and that, but at least he does not work alone.

"Enjoy, Zean."

"As far as you are, Sean .. Not everything in the world can be enjoyed."

Unexpectedly, Sean laughed discordantly after hearing Zean speak. His brother's answer sounds funny, even a little bit turned around with the facts and life that happened.

"Don't complain too much, it's gone home."

"In a moment, my hair is still wet," Zean replied as he closed his eyes, he did not lie and was completely tired.

"Why? You're afraid Syila's been shampooed?"

Whatever, it's lazy if all of Sean's words have to be answered. The man chose to be quiet for a while, he only took a short while so as not to make his wife worry.

"Last noon, Nathalia came to the office."

Zean's eyes suddenly opened, he looked at Sean seriously and all his fatigue seemed to just disappear. It's been two days that Sean hasn't told me about his development, but Zean is sure that Sean really made the woman almost go crazy.

"For content or?"

"She came alone, probably furious that her account went missing yesterday."

"Then?"

"She threatened me to complain to Mama, but I did the same thing .. We had a fight, your wife was too brutal until I ended up being rude and hurting her."

None of Sean is covered up, Zean is not angry at all even though Sean was rude to his wife. For a moment he smiled faintly with Nathalia's suffering, but unfortunately Zean's happiness was lost instantly upon hearing his beloved laptop crumbled into two in Nathalia's hands.

"What?! Are you serious, Zean?"

"Basic settan!! Ays why don't you ban it, Sean? The laptop was from Papa," said Zean clearly more concerned with the inanimate object than Nathalia who Sean hurt.

"Blame your wife, why me?"

Willing to be angry also can not be Sean's fault and this is pure Nathalia who is not sane. Inevitably, Zean had to resign and accept how the character of his papa's chosen wife.

"To be exact, the former candidate, it is unlikely that he will survive after this .. for days he just stayed silent and cried in the room," added Sean to calm Zean who is now red and stare at him.

"You didn't force him to serve you, did you?" Suspicious, Zean was not worried about Nathalia, but quite the opposite.

"No, somehow mine wasn't standing around her when it was sexy" said Sean, so relaxed, so polite in Zean's ears that the cushion of the sofa landed right on his face.

"Bullshit .. which person like you might not stand looking at it, Sean."

"I swear, Zean. I told you typeku_"

"I don't want to know, keep it to yourself lest I hit you in the face," Zean said very well understand where Sean was talking, whether just joking or indeed that's his heart.

"Hahaha, come home, don't let me go to Syila, Zean."

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With just one threat, Zean's fatigue just disappeared. Zean's vigilance seems to have him improve. Sean began to talk, do not let the incident in High School repeated.

"Dear."

The man walked in with his long steps, Zean's gaze fixed on the entire side of the room in search of his wife. Surely Syila waited for his presence, until Zean's destruction suddenly when he saw the wife was asleep on the sofa.

The television was still on, even the hot chocolate on his desk was cold. Too long waiting for her husband to work, Syila to this extent. As quickly as Zean turned off the television first, the man peeked at his wife's forehead for a moment.

"Sorry, I made you wait," he whispered later, the wife's shady face really made her tired pay off. Even if it was true that Zean had to work as hard as today for Syila, maybe he would be very willing.

"Hi, am I bothering you?"

Zean said softly when Syila blinked slowly, maybe too much soup until Syila's sleep was disturbed. The man commented on her sweet smile, Syila's sleepy face could only reply thinly.

"I had a nightmare" Syila said without answering her husband's greeting first.

"What dream? Hm?"

"You're all dirty to the point that only the eyes look, out of nowhere but I'm just silent."

"It's not a dream of his name, it's because you fell asleep here." Zean was confused by himself why Syila could find her form this afternoon in a dream.

"But really just to the office, right?"

"Yes my wife," Zean replied smiling knots and re-coupled Syila's body which became her candlestick since marriage. "*S Sean's office means."

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- To Be Continue -