The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 86 - Divided

Money can be sought, science can be pursued. However, the opportunity to worship parents will not come a second time. Syila did not want her life to be in vain, however her mother's current circumstances are very grateful because it is still given God the opportunity to look into her eyes.

After a few days in the hospital and Zulia's condition stabilizes, Zean grants his wife a wish to take care of Zulia herself. It is not just fear that it is difficult to give birth as Nyayu said. However, everything Syila did was purely sincere in order to make her mother smile. As bad as God gave her destiny, Syila is still allowed to see Zulia's smile.

The woman could not express affection or longing as long as she opened her eyes. Merely, the mother's shady gaze had already explained what she felt.

"Mother, pregnant Syila knows .. new in four months, soon our family is complete, the mother will have a grandchild so no need to come to the house of Ms. Leti to see the baby."

Syila is trying to give her mother more courage to survive this morning. What Zulia experienced was quite difficult and as the doctor said that the hope of Zulia recovering completely was very small.

Since long ago it was weak, his heart had problems and the disease was very serious. Zulia's suffering doubled after Nyayu made Syila the most despicable woman.

It is undeniable, Zulia has long been pessimistic about life. Before Syila brought Zean before her, Zulia only asked her daughter to marry soon because she did not want to leave Syila in solitude.

Syila had granted that wish, the mother's wish that had once sounded completely impossible for her. Right now, he only wanted to be selfish for a bit, hoping that God would be kind to him once more.

Not wanting Nyayu to return to be a thorn between them. Zean paid two special nurses to help Syila at home. Apart from not wanting Nyayu to interfere with the reason of wanting to do the same thing as Syila, Zean also did not want to torture himself. Not selfish or how, but if it wasn't so, the chances of time for him would obviously be reduced.

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This morning was enough to explain the time Syila was a little divided. The man stepped in and saw Syila talking to Zulia. Without waiting to be called first, Syila moved when she realized Zean was looking for her.

"Sus, take Mom."

Syila let out a long sigh while pulling Zean's wrist out. It seems that she ignored Zean unintentionally, since marrying Syila's obligations did start ever since Zean opened his eyes.

Sounds a little annoying indeed, but preparing warm water for the man to take a shower and choose clothes to work every day is something Syila likes. While on the other hand, Zean became dependent on the habits of his wife.

"Have you not taken a shower?"

"How is the water not ready?"

"Geez, I forgot .. but, I'll be ready myself, honey."

Zean did not reply, he was also confused as to why it was so difficult. Just taking a shower is hard. However, for Syila this kind of thing was not a problem. She understood Zean's position as a husband that had been neglected for four years.

Zean's attitude like this actually makes Syila proud, at least the possibility of Zean turning away will be a little. He who was tailing behind Syila's back remained silent without saying anything.

If Zulia wasn't the reason, Zean might be angry. Only, he was completely self-conscious and should not be angry in this position. Too childish indeed, when in her teens she was even uncomfortable if Zia went into her room to wake Zean in the morning.

Arriving in the room, Syila's eyes again made sick with blankets and pillows scattered on all sides. Syila tried to ask Zean for an explanation, what does he mean until the ship broke apart exactly so.

"So-searn for pants, gone."

Look for pants, but bed linen is also messy. Even if the bed was not heavy, it might have moved its position, Syila thought.

"Yes his name is man, after all, what night do I remember throwing where." Not to lose of course, he is not a man who is willing to give up if it is about fighting.

"Yes, but why did it come to that? I think just search under the blanket ... Why throw a roll up to the bathroom door."

The habit of her original husband throwing if you are upset is very legible. Syila could have disputed this, just considering that this morning was her fault, forced Syila to give up and make the bed first.

Zean who felt guilty, picked up the pillows he threw as an impingement due to too long waiting Syila. His wife was still silent, but she did not protest when Zean helped her.

"Darling, here's another roll."

"Because the rope, why is it so open."

Zean bit some time ago, he who is a little unable to control himself often do crazy things unconsciously.

"It."

"This too, I found you under the bed."

Syila's activities halted, her face flushed when she saw what Zean handed over right in front of her. Among the many things in this room, why could something most privacy be down there.

"Take it, it's dirty like .. it's probably been months she's been there."

"Shameful, why don't I check more carefully, it's only natural that the red color is reduced by one."

"Hm, yes."

Syila was just plain ordinary, even though she was in great shame because her underwear Zean found down there. He who had once nagged and said Zean senile was the main reason his face was flushed red at this moment.

"Start senile yes, personal items until forgetting where the place is."

"That's because you threw it" Syila replied before then passing to the bathroom.

Well even though it was a little upset, it was still his duty to do. He was about to prepare some water for Zean's majesty, but not yet the man had tailed and wrapped his hands around his stomach.

"Warm as always, my dear .. Your husband is cold."

"Tomorrow to take a hard bath, Zean."

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