Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 77

For a while Deya did not come out of the house reducing bad news about her as the usurper of people's husbands or as Edward's mistress as well as a housewarming woman. The nickname is embedded in all the existing news.

In a short time his identity and his family were known to many people. Even his father, mother and younger siblings have now had to flee to an apartment that Edward rented because of being chased by news seekers.

From the beginning Deya had actually predicted this, but still he was hit by the consequences caused. Now the university where he studied called him. The good name of the university was also dragged into this news. Deya did not know what would happen later with his education he had resigned.

"Hey, what's wrong?" edward, who had just come home from work, found Deya crying in the corner of the balcony of the room sitting on the floor. His face was between his knees.

Edward's hand rubbed Deya's head gently. Raising Deya's head with his hands.

Deya's eyes and nose are red. Tears wet the cheeks and some of the hair that covers the face. Edward's heart was sliced to see the always smiling wife in front of him now look grieved. Seemed, depressed.

"What's wrong?"

Instead of answering Deya hugged Edward's body tightly. Crying in his chest. Edward let Deya be like that until her tears subsided a little.

"Deya tell me what's going on?"

"I was called by the university related to the news about myself that circulated widely in the community," said Edward gasped.

"Let me take care of it. Don't worry, it's all gonna get better."

"Everything's getting worse, I'm even locked up in this house, can't get out. To meet my family was difficult, too" said Deya who could not stand all the pressure. All this time he tried to act like there was nothing. It's just that all the blasphemy in the online media and television makes him start to fall. It felt like he answered all that but was powerless because he was sure no one would believe his words.

Soraya never said anything just her sad status made public opinion on Deya worse. They only know from one side but never want to see from the other side.

"Dee, you need to calm down."

"I try to be calm but I also have a heart. I used to not have all of this but can hold my head up on everyone. Now I have everything but I can't show everyone my face."

Edward felt guilty for Deya. She did not expect that behind her smile Deya was experiencing the immense pressure that she kept tight inside her.

"I don't know if I can finish this fight to the end."

"You must be able. You can't give up. We're gonna get through this together."

"I'm not strong anymore with all this."

"You must be strong for me and for the family we have dreamed of."

"Do I still have that dream, while your parents just don't approve of our relationship."

"They'll agree if you're pregnant with my son. Especially if it's a man born, they'll definitely support you."

Not happy Deya even more crying hard.

"Why?"

"So they're just gonna take my son, not me."

"They'll definitely like you because you're the best woman I deserve."

"What if I give up halfway and decide my own way of life."

"No Deya, don't even think about it. I've risked everything for you, don't you waste everything I do for you."

"When will this end?" ask Deya.

"Are you patient?" edward calms Deya.

"The difference between what we do and what we are capable of doing is enough to solve most problems. Never give up before you fight. Remember something will feel valuable if we get it hard. We have to fight to achieve it first and then feel the beauty of what we fought for first."

"Do you know who suffers the most in the world? he is always disappointed in himself because he feels below and always assesses the happiness of others is greater than what he sees," continued Edward made Deya speechless.

"I also feel it's not easy De, but it'll be a lot harder if I lose you. Really, I don't want you out of my life."

"I love you, even if you don't love me." Edward smiled wryly as he said so. Deya could feel the disappointment from her husband's voice.

Deya was embarrassed by this. For some reason to this day she is still reluctant to say love to her husband. Still heavy.

"Mas, even though I haven't said it yet, I can guarantee that my body and soul belong only to my husband."

"I know, it'll just be more beautiful if you tell me love."

Deya's tongue feels muddy.

"Haven't think about it again. You've been by my side that's enough for me. And oh yeah, how's my son-in-law doing in your stomach? Is he already in here?"

"I don't know, just pray. If it's our fortune it will surely be watered down by the Power."

"Amiinu. For that, the mother-to-be must drink milk so that prospective children can be immediately present and grow healthy here." Edward immediately lifted Deya's body and carried her. Walk out of the room towards the kitchen.

"Mas, put me down, I can walk alone." Deya wrapped her hands around Edward's neck.

"No, this time let me spoil you, I'll make you milk. Um have you cooked?"

Deya shook her head.

"We'll just order some food for tonight. I'll take care of it, you just sit on the chair sweetly."

"I thought you'd say if you wanted to cook. I'm afraid my kitchen will fall apart again like the other day."

"I realized, that's not my forte. The skill I have is to make you moan favors in my arms."

"I'm starting to get perverted."

"Isn't that the truth?" Edward sat Deya on the kitchen table. Start making milk specifically for women who want to get pregnant soon.

"That's Deya's reality. If it wasn't like that, you wouldn't be asking for it every night. "

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Mas.. um, I can't sleep." Edward mimicked Deya's voice when he said it. "That's your mode for us to do ehm ehm, after that you can just fall asleep."

"Ihh Mas this," said spoiled Deya with a reddened face.

"But I like you that way, that means you enjoy it all too. Not just me." Edward handed the warm milk to Deya.