The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 74 - Worry

Syila frowned upon hearing Zean's words. Although the two did nothing in the hospital, Nasyila still had a premonition that Zean's goal was different.

"Sleep, honey ... What do you think?"

"Ooh, don't sleep."

Shame, it seems without the need to be guided Syila's brain has been able to think independently since becoming Zean's wife. Maybe because I am used to it? I don't know, obviously right now he feels that way too.

Actually it is no longer a nap, it is already late afternoon. However, Shila's fatigue could not be lied to until she complied and laid her body on Zean's side.

"On Azka earlier, sorry yes," said Zean suddenly after the two were silent for a while.

"Hm, why sorry? He just asked, so it doesn't matter."

Zean is only afraid his wife is offended, because usually pregnant women sensi hear the name of the ex from his partner. While gently rubbing his wife's stomach, Zean just wanted to make sure his wife felt okay.

"They're Mikhayla's children?"

"Yes, Mama's grandson has three .. the other one is still here," replied Zean again tightened his embrace, he who invited Syila to sleep but did not stop breathing the scent of his wife's body.

Realizing her husband began to act, Syila could only resign. Until, he realized the shadow of someone who was faintly seen on the balcony of the room. Before Zean became, Syila held the man's chest until Zean frowned while looking at him.

"Why? Is anyone sick?" asked Zean a little away because he was worried that his wife's stomach was pinched.

"Bu-no, there's a shadow there .. but it's impossible, 'ka?" He looked at Zean questioningly, it was strange that on the balcony of the room there was someone else.

Zean's eyes suddenly looked up at the direction Syila was referring to. In just a few seconds, Zean got up and got out of bed immediately. He wanted to make sure that the occupants of the next room had returned this afternoon.

"Surprisingly, did that piggyback come home today as well?"

Curious, Syila followed Zean's steps without permission. The man opened the glass door that became the separation of the balcony and room with a little rough, it is clear to us that he is very upset at this time.

"Hey, Sean!"

Syila's eyes suddenly blinked many times behind the glass door when she saw the scene in front of it. Balcony of their room fused, Sean is seen standing in front of his room with his face lesnya.

"You're here?"

Pretending to be surprised, but from the beginning he already knew it from his mother. Sean approached, well-intentioned like a neighbor who welcomed the arrival of new residents in this neighborhood.

"Aren't they still in the hospital?" zean asked, looking at Sean from the tip of his hair to the tip of his foot.

"I'm not at home, Sean .. stinks."

"But it doesn't seem like it's allowed yet" Zean's investigation looks for a loophole, and he's eager to send Sean back to the hospital as soon as possible.

"Yes whatever, obviously I want to go home."

Zean sighed softly, how could he be calm if he really stayed one roof with Sean. If their rooms were far apart, it would not matter, for whatever reason Zean worried if his twin brother was carried away by old habits that originally entered as he pleased.

"Why hurry up, Sean."

"I won't bother you, after all our room is soundproof .. You guys are screaming hysterically too I won't hear you."

Understanding what his brother meant, Sean made it clear that he would not interfere at all. "As far as you go, Sean."

He won't win, though worried about Sean's presence where he might act as he pleases. Right now, Zean could only budge, the man sighed violently while staring at Sean flatly.

"No, I'm just worried you haven't changed."

Zean wasn't kidding, he was serious this time. He can give everything for Sean, everything he will fight for, but not for the woman he loves. For God's sake, Zean wouldn't be able to.

"You still mad about that, Zean? Come on, it's the past .. I don't know if you like Leona either."

Right, it's all the past. However, it imprints Zean and makes him always afraid that Sean will take what he loves. Since long ago used to budge, Zean just didn't want anything valuable for Zean to dream of Sean as well.

"I believe you, Sean .. but not about Syila. You've been crazy since long time ago, even the wife of the guy you're dating how can I calm down."

Sean broke down, even his jaw hurt. This was the first time Zean looked scared before him. Maybe it was because their first meeting at the funeral was a little hot that Zean had such bad thoughts.

"Hahaha that's funny, my God. I'm not that crazy, Zean. Except ...."

The man deliberately held back his words, until the overly curious Zean urged him to proceed immediately. "Except what? Tell me, Sean."

"Unless your wife comes to me, I'm not sure I can hold back."

"It's a bitch to your answer." Instead of being calm after expressing his fear, Zean was even more riled up.

"Then make sure your wife does not go wrong in the room," added Sean accompanied by laughter and again it makes his head smoky.

Living a marriage with Syila without jealousy with the woman's past, turns out not to be a mental guarantee Zean will be fine. Who would have thought, if such a threat actually came from his own brother.

"Hm whatever, Sean .. as soon as I get better, I want to hit you in the face" Zean said, then went back into his room.

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Unexpectedly, when he opened the glass door, the wife was standing eavesdropping on the conversation out there. "Have finished? Old k-kok?" syila asked the wrong behavior because she was caught monitoring their meeting.

"What are you doing?"

"Wait for you .. he said he'd sleep."

"Nhubbing?" as Zean approached the wife, the man's suspicions were real when he saw his wife looking nervous.

Although in fact, he even tried to open the glass door little for the sake of being able to hear their conversation where Syila might confess.

"No, what a lack of work to do."

"Your eyes say different things, my wife lies .. You heard everything, right?"

"Not all, just a little," replied Syila to dismiss Zean's hand and choose to pass first.

Syila's attitude was a little different, was there any way she could ask just now a little rude? But it felt already very soft, Zean thought confused himself. "Why is he angry? Shouldn't I?"

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