The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 94 - Pregnant Milk

Syila's concern is really happening, the wounds that had once made Zean a few days in the hospital again bleed. Not open, precisely a new wound due to shoes that may be quite hard there.

"Aarrgghh, pain!!"

"Patience, a little more."

Late at night, after a romantic dinner Zean's head actually experienced a tragic thing. Lucky not to leak until the blood flowed, Zean grimaced as Syila treated the wound.

"It."

"Hm, thank you my wife."

Syila moved to restore the necessary medicines. Zean paused his intention to close his eyes when he saw Syila was about to pass out of the room, the drowsiness that had attacked now just disappeared.

"Where are you going?" zean asked a little unclear as he yawned so wide, even Syila thought her jaw would crack.

"Make milk."

"Me, you wait here" said Zean then moved on and asked Syila to wait.

"alone?" syila asked hoping that once Zean would agree to the question, to be honest he was actually lazy if he had to go down again.

"Yes, you're in the room, don't come down again.His legs will be cold."

Since getting the advice from Mikhayla, the man tried to prepare milk for his wife even though her sleepiness was extraordinary. No theory from where, but clearly according to Mikhayla pregnant milk should be made by someone who impregnates.

Think of it as the absolute responsibility that is placed on a husband during pregnancy. Zean had absolutely no objection to such an obligation, after all just for what milk was difficult.

If alone, Zean can go fast without worrying about slipping when entering the stairs. Although he was a little spoiled, but Zean still learned to be a standby husband. Although it is not really worth mentioning the real standby husband, there are still many things that Zean has not been able to do well.

The man made the usual move, one glass of milk for his wife was ready to give to his wife. However, in his solitude Zean thought far away. For months she was brewing milk for Syila, but until this moment she had no idea what it was like.

Glug

Zean took a sip of his saliva, the scent of warm milk made something in him curious. Zean looked at the milk from various sides, its appearance was not so different from the milk that had ever existed.

However, Zean's curiosity was greater for this time. He wanted to try, to be honest Zean was curious and his soul that was always curious about things suddenly rose up just like that.

"Try a little bit probably doesn't matter?"

Zean brought the glass closer despite a slight hesitation. The first time he tried with a spoon, three spoons went into his mouth and Zean could not yet deduce what it was like.

"Maybe it should be straight out of his glass," muttered Zean looking long thought, until the man completely upheld half a glass of warm milk that he had brewed for his wife.

Zean closed his eyes, the man licked his lips as if he did not want the other milk to go into his mouth. Half a glass had already completely entered his stomach, remaining half again and Zean was on the verge of anxiety.

"Half more, it looks like Syila would be upset if only half .. better make it just now."

She had no thoughts of adding another half, but instead she would actually spend one glass of her pregnant milk before then replacing it with a new one.

Not at all like the waiting, Zean enjoyed a glass of pregnant milk owned by his wife slowly. He enjoyed it so much, as if he didn't want a single drop left there.

The milk warmed his body. Not wanting his wife to wait any longer, Zean brought a new glass of milk for his wife. Same thing, but in a different glass.

Slowly, Zean opened the room door. His wife almost fell asleep, but Syila seemed to be trying to hold back her sleepiness. The woman was still smiling even though she was a little upset because of Zean for a long time.

"Old kok?"

"Hm, yes the glass is not fit .. so find it first," he said then gave a glass of milk full of love that he brewed with affection.

Just as Zean approached, Syila closed her nose. The man burped slightly to make Syila smell a slightly different scent from Zean's mouth.

"Ih, the smell of milk ... Nyusu darling huh?" syila asked as she closed her nose, the man shook his head quickly and kept his distance as soon as possible.

"No, haphazardly. It's your own breath, Syila."

"How breath? People smell from here .. You drank my milk, right? Why me?" urged Syila felt not wrong at all, it was strange if the real Zean smell of milk dodged with a thousand reasons.

"Geez, it's because you're holding the milk so it smells like milk," elak Zean still wouldn't admit. Which is true, where maybe he will tell the fact, where lies his pride later.

"Then anyway? The feeling of your breath."

"It's a quick drink, tomorrow we have to go to the hospital .. want to see the baby boy," said Zean as if sure if his son is a man.

"Yes, briefly. The milk is still pan_ lyuuh, that's the smell of milk indeed." Syila had to re-smell the strong smell of milk from Zean's mouth again burping right in front of his face.

"Siallan, why is it so full?" Zean sat up while cursing himself, starting from a small burp and now increasingly becoming until Zean decided to go to the bathroom.

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- To Be Continue -