The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 79 - Dream Son-in-law

As Zean had planned this morning, he was with his wife on the way to the hospital. Still with Bastian who faithfully drove very slowly at Mikhail's orders.

"Om Babas, when will it be this way?"

"I just follow the orders of the big master," Bastian replied again focused on driving at an unusually low speed, he also kept a safe distance from several other riders.

"Huft, I'm not that bad, Om. Quickly little does not matter, after all papa will not know," protest zean felt he did not need to be treated like a stroke patient.

"Sorry, Den ... Young miss is pregnant, so I have to be careful."

Zean took a sip of his saliva, he had been wrong. Bastian who was so slow turned out to prioritize the safety of his pregnant wife, not himself who was also injured.

Wanted to be jealous, but his rival's own wife. Zean could only sigh softly, it seemed that Mikhail would put Syila first more than him after this.

"Oh so."

If asked how Zean feels right now, to be honest he is a little embarrassed because he is too confident while Mikhail is prioritizing his wife. The man looked at Syila who was also staring at him.

"Om Babas why so honest, this dumpling skin must be mocking me."

Zean's mind got worse when Syila laughed discordantly while hitting him on the shoulder many times. Just as the new student was being bullied, Zean could only shut up and let his wife laugh this morning.

Some time he let, until Syila was satisfied to laugh until tears came out. Zean who looked at her flat suddenly made Syila stop, immediately the atmosphere in the car suddenly gloomy and cold pierced Syila's joints.

"Have you? Satisfied?"

"Ehem, already," plain Syila replied then slightly shifted in order to avoid Zean's deadly gaze.

However, Zean's hand pulled Syila's waist too quickly until the distance between the two eroded again. Zean grabbed his chin, until the more fixed he looked at Nasyila's beautiful bead.

"You didn't forget what I didn't like the most, did you?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean .. t-but it's funny."

Realizing exactly which way Zean was talking, the woman suddenly worried. He was looking for things with this man, but from the beginning he had realized that Zean did not like being a joke.

Too late, Syila's apology is completely useless for now. Syila who understands her husband is not that easy to melt, without thinking about a short kiss Zean's lips.

Just teasing, not even her voice. Syila is worried because they are not alone at the moment. However, Zean did not think there and he held the nape of the wife until Syila could not avoid it at all when Zean replied with a more serious kiss.

Regardless of Bastian coughing up ahead, Zean continued his action. Without taking off the second page, the man traced his wife's back so slowly.

Not only did she stop there, Zean resumed and without Syila realizing her husband's hand was trying to sneak into her shirt. Syila who began to pant, pushed Zean's chest away immediately.

"Hahaha it's commonplace, why is it still so crowded."

Syila did not lie at all, even though it was common it was still difficult to keep up with the always dusty Zean. Her face was scarlet and held in shame and anger, perhaps after this Syila would not have the courage to speak with bastian face-to-face.

More shamefully, Zean blatantly asked Bastian for a tisue. Syila lipstick messed up by Zean, it was not that bad, but still need that thing to clean it.

"Tisue is wet, Om ... This does not work," he said again asking and really not embarrassed in the slightest.

Her, Bastian also looks ordinary and not surprised by the behavior of his employer. Is it possible that this kind of scene is already commonplace he witnessed, thought Syila.

"There, Den ... nih, there's only one but."

Zean again cleaned the lipstick stains that came out of Syila's lip line there. Although his wife was now pouting, Zean did not think of apologizing at all.

"Your lipstick is how much? Every kiss faded," Zean scolded that casual, Syila pinched him to make Zean aware. But it seems that the man's shame has been eroded for a long time.

"Lupa .. but I buy it is not cheap, I used to wear it durable all day," reply syila did not want to lose to Zean who always nagged about the petite things of his favorite brand.

"When do you hold up all day?"

"Yes, when I was in college, I still use the same brand."

"Sure, at that time your lips were still redundant, now it's different so replace dong, dear."

O Lord Zean, for whatever sake Shila longs to roar at this time. Believe me Syila as if she had no self-esteem anymore, after cleaning Syila's lips, the man tidied the wife's hair that was a little messy.

After a while, they now arrived and Bastian came down to accompany the newlyweds. As Mikhail said, Bastian must take good care of the couple.

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"Yudha, are you ok_ Heh? Why is that kid there?"

How surprised Zean when he saw Lengkara already sitting sweetly at the side of Yudha's bed. He left alone, without Sean or Ameera. "Sir Zean?"

"You, why are you here?"

"What's wrong with looking at sick people."

Lengkara then moved and left Yudha. Lengkara's annoying mouth was still holding on and it made Zean want to pull her hair.

"Yudha, how are you? You remember me, don't you?"

"Well .. yes, remember, sir."

"Thank God, what are you feeling right now?"

"I'm like I'm dreaming, my body is floating and she's smiling .. It's fun, I love it."

Zean's countenance changed, he looked at Syila and Bastian. After that he looked at Yudha's mother who looked fresher there, the woman smiled hearing her son speak even though it was still so slow.

"Mom, what did the doctor say? Her brain's fine, isn't it?"

"Mother doesn't really understand, either, but Doctor Yudha said it's fine."

"Surprisingly, is it possible that a foreign body entered his brain?" muttered Zean quietly even half whispered while watching Yudha who was still lying there.

"Do you mean my dad is crazy?"

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- To Be Continue -