The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 67 - Meeting

There was no talk during the trip, Sean drove at a moderate pace even though he knew Zean needed Syila right away. Every now and then the man glanced at the woman beside him through the tail of his eyes, clearly he was anxious despite not asking.

A few minutes passed, Syila's face grew pias when Sean entered the hospital area. Her mouth seemed to be asking, but Syila was limiting and thought she would know for herself as Sean had said when he picked her up.

"Wait a minute" said Sean who then went down first.

The rain that afternoon has not subsided, still the same glass even more swift. Sean had just opened the door for Syila when he had prepared an umbrella. Slightly awkward and Syila was obviously hesitant because Sean only provided one umbrella for the two.

"It's desperate, Zean will be angrier if you get wet."

As if knowing what Syila's heart was, the man rejected the protest before Syila lay down. For a while he tepis first negative thoughts about Sean, to be honest Sean's remarks a few months ago at the funeral Ibra still Syila remember so clearly.

The two passed by at a quick pace, Syila's mind was getting messed up now. Tracing the hospital corridor with increasingly hasty steps, even a little run to adjust Sean's long steps.

"Why is my husband?"

Feeling no longer able to go to war with his thoughts, the question escaped as well in the end. Sean still chose silence, until the two entered a room and Syila's steps stopped as soon as she saw the husband lying weakly there.

Syila's knees suddenly limp, her body seems so heavy that she is unable to hold her tiny body. His gaze condensed when he realized his bad premonition since then was not a dream.

"Shyit!! Why is it like this?" sean's inner self realized the situation was not in accordance with the plan.

Syila looked up, she asked Sean for reassurance because she wanted to get close to her husband she did not have the courage. Her in-laws had arrived first, Sean seemed to bite his lips and felt equally trapped at one time.

"Come to your husband, I have to per_"

"Sean!!"

Not yet had she passed out, Zia realized her son's presence first. At the same time, Mikhayla enters and leaves Sean with no chance to leave.

"Sean? Papa!!" mikhayla shouted as if forgetting that Zean was a patient who had just been closed a moment ago.

"Hurry and catch Sean, Pa!!"

Sean's sudden arrival clearly made them panic instantly. Mikhail, who had been grieving for Zia, immediately grabbed his son by all means, including tying Sean's hand with a belt.

Syila who is confused must how at this time the family is actually surprised by the presence of Sean can only be silent to see them roll in Sean's body. After making sure Sean will not be able to escape, Zia only realized the presence of Syila who looked confused there.

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"Who is that woman? You brought a wife, Sean?"

"Bu-no, Ma."

He never expected it at all, if his arrival brought Syila to Zean ended like this. Sean struggled to regulate his breath because the papa curled his body like a thief.

"Keep who?"

It was neither Sean nor Mikhayla who answered, but the weak voice belonged to Zean who now remained with his position.

"What!!"

Not much different from Mikhayla and Mikhail, Zean's confession clearly made the mother surprised instead of playing. Zia approached Zean immediately, worried that her son was delirious because until this moment he was still closed.

"Zean say it again, Mama wants to hear."

"Syila my wife, Ma," she answered and opened her eyes slowly, reassuring Zia that her son was conscious.

What kind of meeting is this, Syila who is still confused and has absolutely no preparation to meet her husband's family clearly still chooses to stay on the spot. Until, Mikhayla who understood the position of Syila grabbed her wrist to get closer to Zean's side.

"Khay, your sister why? Is it possible that the wound on his head would be a hallucination?"

"No, Ma ... Syila is indeed his wife, Papa already knows this matter."

Mikhail who was securing Sean was seen pretending to be unaware of Zia's sharp gaze. The man remained focused sitting on Sean's lap so that his son could not stand up, a bit cruel but that was the only way Mikhail could make Sean silent.

"Oh my God, Zean .. Why can you do all this secretly? Gosh."

"Sorry, Ma. Not to lie to Mama, but it's not time yet. Mama can be mad at me, but not my wife."

Zia was still not out of thought with her son, Zia's face was still unreadable. She looked carefully at Syila from the tip of her hair to the tip of her foot, indeed beautiful and she was simple. Zia's eyes were then fixed on the stomach area that Syila looked like she was covering as Zia looked at her.

"No, not angry ... Mama was surprised, especially when Mama noticed she was pregnant, right?" ask Zia slowly, worried if it offends Syila because there are indeed many distended women out there who are offended because they are suspected of being pregnant.

"City-yes ... Ma," answered Syila stiffly, afraid of being called presumptuous but impossible if she called Zia aunty.

"But you're really married, aren't you?"

As a victim of a selfish and coercive man like Mikhail, he was worried that his son would follow in his footsteps. Moreover, if she looked, Syila was a good woman and not much of a whim.

"The question is why is that? Syila's pregnant, I'm definitely married first .. I'm not really, Ma please."

Mikhail looked up and cleared his throat as if a tarantula was lodged in his throat. Zean might have forgotten that Mikhail could have overheard their conversation. While Zia is now flushed because she regrets her words.

"Thank God, Mama's just afraid you're ruining people's girls, Zean."

"No, Ma .. believe me, this one's mother's son is very holy," said Zean laughing discordantly, but stopped because his jaw hurt.

"Kualat, your mouth is guarded, Zean."

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