The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 60 - Late

"Because you missed, I'm anterin yeah ... It's me on the road. We'll meet him at the cafe near there."

Pyars

Die Zean, why could he forget such an important thing. He asked, then accidentally left behind, obviously Syila intervened. Zean who had no preparation was clearly confused, moreover the distance from the workshop to the office was quite far and certainly Syila would arrive first.

"Darling don't_ eh I mean no-necessary, but you've been on your way?" zean asked as he bit his lip, he just didn't want Syila to swallow the disappointment.

"Yes, you asked for last night .. But if it doesn't allow me to go home, forget that now the reporters must be looking for you."

His voice sounded unacceptable if Zean refused. It was clear that Syila was a little upset to hear Zean's rejection. The man ruffled his hair, it was true that life could not escape the problems.

"No-no, Syila isn't."

Right now, the Zean feared more than that. If only about journalists, yesterday they went to the supermarket without worrying about suspicion. However, this time Zean felt different and he could not accept that Sean and Syila met in such a sweet way.

"How serious? Or just ask Mr. Yudha to take .. whatever the way, the clear lunch to you."

The second option is also as heavy, Nasyila cuisine only he can taste. Zean did not want Sean to eat the provisions that Syila prepared for him. It sounded trivial, but Zean was just trying to avoid the not-nothing in the future.

"I'll be there, wait a minute."

Without a second thought, Zean immediately changed his clothes. Luckily it was still morning, he was not too dirty and there was not much to do. Eko who had just arrived was clearly confused to see his co-worker rushing home.

"Where are you going?"

"There's business, I'm just for a moment" he said then passed away, Eko who saw Zean's clothes was obviously confused where the destination was.

"I've guessed people like him who might feel at home, at most also just got a job."

Zean was not responsible for playing the role, Eko was not even suspicious because Zean considered many things before. The man always arrived early, he changed clothes after arriving there. Of course there were no coworkers, while coming home last and cleaning up first at Sean's place to make Nasyila believe.

The heavy traffic did not dampen Zean's desire to arrive as soon as possible. He drove at high speed, not caring that the horn sound of the other riders was a warning to him acting like the ruler of the street.

Worried, panicked and he really could not think any more calmly in this position. The man tried to focus on his goal, there was nothing else but Syila in his brain at the moment.

"Come on, why can't it go faster than this?"

A few minutes of patience, Zean now arrived and ran into the cafe. His gaze looked around the place, looking for the figure of a woman wearing clothes covered with hodie and hat as usual.

"Ah, it's there."

Zean breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the figure he believed to be his wife in the corner of the room. The place was deserted by visitors, it was indeed possible to actually meet.

Unfortunately, just a few seconds Zean felt calm the man's steps stopped instantly when Syila actually moved to the other table. Eye Zean bought when he realized who Syila approached.

Sean, the man was staring at him from a distance. It was clear that Sean was a little surprised, while the lunch of Syila handed to Yudha. Unfortunately, because of the distance and the voice of Syila that was small made him unable to hear clearly their conversation.

Zean had a fight with a million thoughts haunting him. The man was eager to approach and withdraw Shila immediately, but if he did then not only Shila was surprised, maybe Yudha was hanging at that time.

"Don't smile at him! Sean, you really want to die like that."

The man was upset himself, even his lower lip was now sore as a result of him biting. Confused himself how to vent his frustration how, this was the weakest point Zean could only silently endure the jealousy that managed to give him a headache.

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"Syila, you should just call me. .. You know the reporter just broke up, Syil."

Yudha let out a long sigh after receiving lunch from Syila. This much attention has shown that Syila did not mess with Zean. As the closest person to the two, honestly Yudha was happy even though she was a little worried that they would both be caught in disaster.

"Hm? Zean said he was coming, I was surprised why he came here even with Mr. Yudha," replied Syila frowned, either because her husband was panicking because of the interview or what he looked a little confused like this.

"Oh means I'm wrong, sorry then, Syila."

Syila just nodded slowly, she sat next to Yudha to avoid anything unwanted. In fact, Nasyila's ability is not inferior to Nathalia if he had intended.

"Your shirt is changing? As I remember the light blue, why the black?"

Deg

Just a gentle woman, but Sean was frozen and confused about what to answer. He glanced at Yudha who was now looking at him with an illegible look.

"Ehm, iy-iya was wet so I changed in the car," he replied then lowered his head while berating Zean why he could meet with Nasyila with this situation.

"Oh, are you in the got or what until it's all replaced? Shirt, suit, tie, pants even shoes you change all." Yudha was astonished, while Sean brushed his fingers at Syila's question.

"Zean, your wife is more horrible than the journalist was .. ays how do I answer that when this is the case?"

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- To Be Continue -

Lately, Zean is happy with his wife. Don't believe? The proof-_

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