The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 81 - Home

Arriving home, Syila actually cried in Zean's arms. Syila wasn't born a whiny woman. No, not at all. It was just that Nyayu's words just a moment ago completely disturbed his mind.

"When it's really hard how?"

"Operation."

The most realistic answer just popped out of Zean's lips. Really, he really had no regrets about hurting Nyayu. Even now, he wanted to go back and do the same for the umpteenth time.

"The answer is so?"

"How serious? Her name gave birth .. It certainly won't be as easy as farting, Syila."

His wife was being serious, she was gripped with fear and could have Zean give such a comparison. Zean had said many times, there was nothing to worry about.

"But I make mom cry, how angry is she?"

"Did you hear that word from mom?" Zean was silent for a moment while waiting for Syila's reply.

"No, right?"

"Hm, no."

"Well, a mother has a heart, baby .. You know how Papa used to be when he was young?"

Obviously Syila did not know how the story of her father-in-law, talk four just never. The woman shook her head slowly, Zean began to tell at length how the father in his youth.

The hereditary story he got from Ibra, the grandfather. Well, they did open each other to disgrace, Mikhail also made no difference like Ibra who fearlessly considered ungodly recounting the past of an Ibrahim Megantara.

Until at the end of the story Zean, the wife bought and covered her mouth with a palm.As a stranger who entered the family Megantara, he was clearly surprised.

"Seriously?"

"Hm, that's why papa's not mad to know why I married you."

"So Mama cheated?" syila asked again to make sure, what a very selfish love story, thought Syila.

"You could say so, more precisely Papa who ngebet become an affair."

Just because of hearing Mikhail's love story, his wife even forgot the fear he felt. Perhaps Zia and Mikhail's love journey is more stressful than the process of giving birth.

"Pity of his girlfriend's mother."

"Yes, I feel sorry for Zidan .. But if they don't cheat, your handsome husband won't be born, dear."

Cih, always. No day without praising yourself. Zean's head bumped without him had a very bad impact.

"A right too."

Wait a minute, Zean said that his parents started from an affair. Does that mean they have a hereditary disease? Syila's eyes suddenly looked at Zean until her face turned grim.

"Why again?"

"If I wasn't beautiful anymore ... or something happened to me, would you look for another Shila?"

What kind of question was that, Zean stared at the doubt in Syila's beautiful bead. In fact, there is absolutely no doubt Zean's love for her even a fingernail.

"Why is your question so? Is it still doubtful?"

"Doubt not, but just ask."

He just wanted to confirm the answer from the man. Although he really understands that men's speech sometimes can not be trusted completely.

So sweet of what he said, is it possible that Zean is like this to all women. Just imagine Syila was very upset, especially Zean is a good speaker.

"I chose you not only because I wanted to find a bedmate, but a life companion that I made home to go home and my burma cagey," he continued, laughing discordantly, indeed he could not be romantic.

"Nhd!!"

Syila had been so serious listening to the husband's answer. His heart that had warmed even his soul as if piercing through the seventh sky just crashed.

"Forget it, don't mind too much, I know for sure that woman is the reason you are like this."

Nothing is easier than understanding his wife's heart. Since yesterday, even the early married at all Syila had never asked this kind of thing. Surprisingly, after meeting the woman Syila actually asked a strange thing that Zean did not need to be questioned.

"Yes, not anymore."

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After a while, the door of his room was knocked from outside. Not wanting to really be disobedient, Zean who knew someone out there was his mother immediately went out.

"Ma?"

A little nervous, Zia's eyes made her suddenly feel guilty. Moreover, when he saw the woman carrying the herbal drink in her hand.

"Mom can come in?"

"Hm please, Ma."

For the first time, he was even afraid of accepting Zia's presence in his room. Is it possible because he just finished gossiping about his mother? I don't know, which is obvious Zean's not feeling good.

"What's the drink doing, Ma? Brother Micah said I'm fine, just take medicine from him .. I don't like ginger, Mama."

"This is for Syila, not you."

Again and again, Zean had to feel shame in the presence of his wife. That afternoon it was raining, Zia gave the drink to warm her daughter-in-law's body.

"Oh .. That's it, and then I just saw it?"

"Syila why? You guys quarreling?"

Do not be surprised, indeed this one family is accustomed to the concept of cross talk, asked what the answer is. Zia glared as if she was about to pounce on him.

"No, Ma," answered Syila honestly while commenting on her smile.

Although Syila had answered no, the woman's eyes still stared at Zean sharply as if forcing her to admit things that she did not do at all.

"My money!!" urge Zia more seriously this time.

"Oath, Ma .. We did not quarrel, where I might have made her cry. My wife was only moved to hear of Mama's struggle when she gave birth to Mikhayla's sister."

"Huh, for what?"

"De-by Papa!!" he said hurriedly while lifting the two fingers, he did not dare to address God for this time.

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