The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 64 - You Have Everything About Me.

"Say, who is that woman?"

True Zean's guess, Mikhayla will not discuss Syila first, but want to resolve her curiosity.

"The doctor's job is to serve the patient, not to take away his privacy."

"Heh crazy, where-where must be asked, you ready? Just a different sentence, Zean."

Mikhayla clucked with her deathly gaze, indeed arguing with Zean was an impossible thing to leave behind. Right now, Zean seemed to lose until he could only sigh slowly.

"Who else is that woman?" mikhayla asked back, her gaze suddenly serious.

"My wife," Zean replied casually.

In the near future he will indeed introduce Syila to his family. However, Mikhail suggested wait until he officially divorced so as not to cause trouble. Well, Mikhail could not completely trust the people around him, let alone he had a daughter who could not keep a secret and was a little childish.

"Wife?" mikhayla asked a little higher, like a wife betrayed by her husband, the table buzz sounded until Zean looked at her lazily.

"Yes, are your ears deaf or what?"

No, Mikhayla is not deaf. It was just that he had not expected at all to even still not believe hearing Zean's reply. For a moment Mikhayla was still gaping, until Zean touched his chin to keep the woman's mouth closed.

"Wait, aren't you kidding? Wife? Zean gosh .. You realize what you're doing?"

"Hm, just tell me what my wife is sick, Mikhayla!! I bombed this place a long time ago."

Mikhayla has always been successful in testing her patience. Even in the second she had grown up, Mikhayla had not changed at all.

"She is not sick, Zean .. but pregnant," Mikhayla replied with a rough sigh, she was still confused by Zean's sudden presence carrying a new wife.

"Seriously? You're not kidding, are you?"

Zean rippled, his heart pounding uncontrollably upon hearing Khayla's statement. Although she doubted Mikhayla's ability for many years, this time she felt that her brother was indeed useful.

"Don't be happy first, if Papa finds out how?" Since then Khayla's mind is not okay at all, confused himself why Zean can be so calm when he was in a sea of problems.

"Papa knew, he also knew Syila when we went to Bandung."

Almost two months ago, Mikhayla was increasingly unable to think after knowing this fact. Naturally, when Zean's marriage is destroyed, Mikhail is the only family member who looks relaxed.

"So right said Lengkara, you have cem-ceman?"

"Wife, Mikhayla!! Cem-ceman is an affair, Syila is different."

"Just the same!! Before becoming a wife must have been a cem-ceman first."

Well, they argue at home and Mikhayla forgets her identity. Destroyed was his image as a gentle and insightful doctor when he was with Zean.

Mikhayla did not immediately reply, she held her back head while occasionally looking at her left wrist. Maybe he felt too tired until this kind of incident felt like a dream piece, since long ago Mikhayla really hoped to be the first to know Nathalia's pregnancy.

"Well, should I get acquainted?"

"No need, just later .. My wife still has a lot of thoughts."

"Ck, what do you mean I am? I'm a burden on my mind or what?" mikhayla asked not to accept because Zean had thrown such a sentence at her.

"Not so, Pickled cucumber .. Right now, I want her to calm down first."

Not that she would not allow Mikhayla to know Syila, but Zean was worried that her sister would make Syila's mind more disturbed by the questions she asked later.

"Yes, I prepared a recipe. His blood pressure's low, his face's swollen, have you guys had a fight?"

"No, it's just a little trouble that she's crying .. Just do your job, Doc," Zean asked immediately as Mikhayla again showed her curiosity.

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Zean left his wife long enough, until when he returned Syila's eyes were so sad to look at him. As if he had been waiting since, Zean sat down by the wife while tightly grasping his fingers.

Unexpectedly, the impossible thing separating them came even faster. Zean's smile that had never dimmed before made Syila confused, whether her face might be funny, thought Syila.

"Why am I here?"

"Ehm, you were exhausted so I took you to the hospital," Zean replied still did not dare to reveal this happy news, either because he was worried that Syila was not ready, or because of something else.

"What is sick? Since yesterday I've been fine."

"It doesn't hurt, but .. you're pregnant, there's my son here," Zean said, drawing closer, his eyes focused on Nasyila's beautiful bead.

"Pregnant?" Syila's eyes are breaking, her palms are touching the flat stomach.

"Yes, so from now on don't care about anything .. 'cause you have everything about me, Nasyila."

Again Zean wanted to make it clear, if Nyayu's remark that Syila was only the owner of Zean on the bed was not true at all. Maybe the influence of hormones or too much crying before until now he returned to crying after Zean spoke, as soon as possible Zean wiped his tears.

"Here, don't cry anymore .. later your eyeballs fall, Syila." A little joking, but he did not like his wife crying like this. Moreover, if the cause of her crying is such a scolding.

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- To Be Continue -