The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 77 - The Most Precise Silence

Without zean knowing, his wife is currently grimacing while biting the lips to hold the pain. Since then he felt, but too embarrassed if he had to confess when Zean was giving the same pleasure he wanted as well.

"My sheep, why should I be hungry at midnight, Syila."

Tonight Zean made Syila torture herself. In addition to holding the pain in her stomach, Syila also painstakingly refrained from participating in mende-sah as long as Zean ruled over her body.

"Ze-zean," call Syila so quietly, to hell with the shame. After all, the one who should be ashamed is Zean, not him.

There was absolutely no movement, while Syila's stomach was getting more agonizing. If at home Syila might be fine eating alone, but at this time she was at her in-laws' house, where Syila might be brave.

He couldn't hold his hunger until tomorrow. Especially since pregnant naf-su eat Syila is rising. Even normally, he could eat five times a day.

"Zean, hungry."

"Dear wake!!"

Replace, after previously Zean teased Syila's sleep. Now, he who did that, Syila painstakingly shook the body of the husband to make Zean surprised.

"Sa-honey? What time is it?" zean asked and he was mentally prepared if Syila was angry.

"Jam one," he answered briefly, how will he be after this. Is it possible to pretend? Or is it better to tell him he hasn't slept? I don't know, Syila was confused why she was the one who was embarrassed.

"Hour one?"

Syila nodded slowly, it made Zean swallow his saliva with difficulty. If it's only one o'clock, it's not too long. But why Syila was just ordinary, Zean's mind drifted uncertain of the current direction.

"Why wake? Is anyone sick?"

As the main culprit, it was obvious that he was worried about his wife. Moreover, as she stared at Syila pressing down on her stomach. Zean's blood suddenly rippled and felt guilty instantly, what if something happened to the baby in the womb.

"I'm hungry" he said flatly, Zean heaving a sigh of relief.

The man bit his lips, his eyes closed for a moment then moved to get out of bed. His wife was hungry, it was good news because for that reason Syila was not as quiet as before.

"Do you want me to get it or eat it downstairs?" zean asked softly as he rubbed his hair slowly, looking for a gap in what wife still refused him to touch in a conscious state.

"Below alone."

Zean smiled faintly to find Syila's response a little more friendly. She no longer brushed off Zean's hand, trailing behind her husband with her slow steps.

The dining room was far away, Syila's feet that were used to their house were a little complaining when here. The dining room looked dim, Zean turned on the lights and asked his wife to sit while waiting for Zean to heat the food.

Syila could have eaten without being heated first, but Zean would not have allowed it. Their relationship was fine again, the matter of Leona's name that made Syila lazy to talk seemed to dim for a moment.

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Right now, she was watching her busy husband serve her. I don't know for what reason, is it possible to try to take Syila's heart so as not to be angry. If remembered again, it would be like Syila hit his head which was still wrapped in bandages.

"Slow down, the heat of the matter."

Zean sat next to him after serving the steaming beef soup. His wife just nodded slowly, the white rice on the plate was so appetizing Syila. His stomach had been struggling since then, until he was completely unaware that Zean had not stopped looking at him.

"Crazy."

Look, he's not angry at all. That's what makes Zean confused why, but at that time Syila was really angry when she stole the equality when the wife fell asleep.

"No, I want to ask ... if you're tired you're sleeping so right?"

"What's that about?"

"Forget it, continue eating it."

He made sure his wife was completely unaware of what was happening. Lucky for him to act fast and dry it with a tisue before going to bed, Zean was sure that Syila was completely unconscious.

So faithful he waited for Syila to be finished, until a few minutes later the wife returned to burp accidentally. Syila shut her mouth, lucky that she was only with Zean.

"Who?"

Syila looked at the husband who had been looking at her ever since. Looking at Zean propping up his chin next to her, Syila lowered her head immediately. "Still angry?" asked Zean while closing the button pajamas Syila who apparently forgot he closed before going to bed.

"No, angry about what."

"Whatever, I know you're angry .. tell me, why?" Zean was still wondering what the cause was, what might be their talk about the past that made Syila so sorry.

"Nothing, I said no anger .. don't look for trouble, I'm tired," he said as if in despair, scolding himself for questioning the name of a woman who is no more than Zean's past.

"Abis eat tired what?"

"Before eating I was very, very tired, you think it's not painful to hold on to such a position until you're done? Achy, Zean."

Syila was not aware of what she said, the woman pursed her lips instantly. While Zean now gaped and gnawed slowly, as if he could not believe what he heard.

"Repeat trying," said Zean confused himself, he laughed discordantly seeing the wife who is now vertical a glass of water in front of him to the toilet.

"Hahaha could-can, natural course slippery .. indeed enjoy it," he said from ceplos to Syila khilaf and hit his head with a vegetable centong.

"Shut up!"

"Why? You embarrassed? Cool to be quiet. Whereas usually you're exactly a tiger, claw there claw here."

He should have been ridiculed, but things turned around just because Syila did not think before she spoke. "True, Mother, sometimes silence is the most appropriate choice," inner Syila who resigned just like that when Zean mocked him all-out.

Until, shortly afterwards the lights suddenly died and the situation became pitch black. Zean panicked, he immediately stood up and hugged the wife to stay by her side. For some just natural reason Zean was afraid that there were things he did not want to happen to them.

"Hug me, whatever happens don't let go, understand?"

The two walked so slowly leaving the dining room, to walk up the stairs with a feeling of anxiety. The scheming of the Halim family made Zean's mind completely unsettled, even in her own home as well she felt fear.

"Sweetie, he could have two wives."

Sean heaved a sigh of relief after successfully making his twin brother leave without needing to argue first. He who was also hungry could not wait too long for the noisy man.

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