Wife Saving President
Chapter 92

The light character began to disappear, alternating with the darkness of the night and the light of the moonlight. Zia and Vano were now on their way home, as they had been both sightseeing all day. Vano has now begun to pull aside a moment from his world and work. Until Ziva gives birth to their child in a few days, he only works if there is something very important. The rest of Arman who does everything, Arman also sometimes feel bored with work and always work what else when all the work is left to him. But Arman understands the state of Vano who must always be on standby beside Ziva.

On the way home Ziva glanced at the night market. Ziva smiled and asked Vano to buy a doll there. Vano nodded no rejection for his wife from Vano still able to give it. Grasping each other, the two walked in the middle of a large crowd, even though Ziva's stomach was already large and Ziva felt a little difficult to walk, but it was not an obstacle for Ziva to continue his keingian walk, looking for the doll that Serbia wants. Vano did not argue much just according to him, as long as Ziva's desire is still in the normal limits.

"That's a doll vendor" Vano pointed to the many neatly arranged dolls in a shop.

"Let's go Mas" Ziva pulled Vano's arm and was stuck in the middle of the crowd. Accidentally a man who may be 27 years old nudged Ziva's arm.

"Auw" ringgis Ziva, while sealing his arm that feels a little pain.

"Sorry mbak" the man put his hands together feeling guilty, then Ziva's and the man's gaze met each other. The man dressed up Ziva's filled body and bulging stomach, Ziva also looked at the burly, tall man. For a moment the two saw each other. But Vano again resuscitated the two men.

"Ehem" Vano cleared his throat he did not like anyone else dressing his wife. What else looks upon his wife is Ziva's ex-lover, Yes that man is the Word. After a long time disappeared somewhere now the Word accidentally reunited with Ziva. There was no sense anymore between the two just that there was a hint of awkwardness. And the tension between Vano who looked intently at the Word.

"Street in view" said Vano with a sharp gaze as sharp as an eagle. The heavy voice understood. It made Ziva feel that there was a cold aura there.

"I'm sorry" said Ziva did not want Vano to misunderstand, Ziva pulled the arms of the husband firmly because the husband still stands staring at the former lover of his wife.

"Congratulations" The Word smiled and passed from before the two husbands and wives.

"Mas come" Ziva kept trying to divert the mind of her husband who was still in jealous mode.

"Mas" Ziva wiggled Vano's arm. His hand pointed towards the seller of the grilled meatballs. Vano follows what Ziva sees.

"You want the one" Vano smiled at Ziva who never let go hugging his arm.

Ziva smiled and grinned. Then nod. "You dong Darling" replied Ziva.

This is the first time Ziva has called Vano affectionately. Vano felt above the clouds, flying up. Happiness is radiating. "Let's go there" Vano starts taking Ziva towards the grilled meatball seller and forgets the anger that had once controlled him, only with Ziva calling him with a call of affection.

Ziva smiled and started ordering. Vano was blocking it. "You can't talk to a guy other than me. Not mahrom" Vano firmly told Ziva.

Ziva laughs to the brink. Hearing the reason Vano shouldn't talk to other men. Though it was just ordering meatballs, on the salesman. "Ahahahahaah" Ziva held Vano's arm quite firmly, indeed Ziva laughed without being able to hold it.

"Ck" Vano was upset that Ziva was laughing at him instead. Though the intention of Vano wanted to warn Ziva, because Vano did not like anyone smiling at Ziva even though it was just a meatball.

"Mas if you don't talk. How the pesennya way" asked Ziva in interspersed laughter, which still came out of his mouth.

Vano continued to hug Ziva's body from the sampi, just in case no one should hit his wife in the least. Especially men. "Mas the message" Vano began ordering the Grilled Meatballs and gave them to Ziva.

"Yuk"

"That's what's on sale there. As if delicious" Again Ziva saw the food from a distance. Vono squinted his eyes, looking at the behavior of the wife whose mouth never stopped chewing.

"Which place is still there?" asked Vano while stroking Ziva's distended stomach.

Ziva chuckled and nodded "Still dong Mas. Uh. But Ziva is not full" said Ziva who felt his stomach was full.

"Sst" Ziva felt his legs so sore. And indeed Ziva's legs are very stern. Vano realized that, with a little pani Vano asked.

"Why that"

"Mas Ziva is not strong. Ziva could not afford Mas" saw the breath of Ziva began to pant feeling tired, it was natural that he felt tired all day he continued with Vano sightseeing. Not without reason, it's all. Vano feels the brand has never been in a relationship and the streets have never been and now Vano wants to make memories with Ziva, the supposed occasion before marriage. They start by dating after marriage.

"Let's Mas's carrying" Vano raised Ziva's body. Ziva hugged Vano's neck, in the middle of the crowd were many who were watching them. Even some cameras point at them, until a man and woman who seem to be lovers stop the steps of Vano who raised Ziva.

"sorry. This is Kenzi Zavano, right?" ask Si wani.

"Yes" Vano nodded his head.

"Oh romantic. We ask for a photo yes" Pinta the person and suddenly many are crowded asking for a photo. Ziva nods no harm according to Ziva.

"Yes" Ziva came down from Vano's sling, after some people had already taken pictures of Ziva holding Vano.

"Everything is yes. Please understand, I'm very tired" Ziva's face looks tired and not strong even if just standing up.

"Yes mbak. Thanks to Zavano" they all said.

"Yes.

Vano lifting Ziva body ala bridal style. He now occupies Ziva in bolin and he also enters.

"Racid?" Vano smiled and ruffled Ziva's hair. Ziva just smiled his eyes were already very sleepy. Ziva was asleep and did not know what Vano said, his eyes could no longer be compromised. Vano glanced at a glance and his outstretched hand stroked Ziva's stomach.

"Don't be naughty, son. Poor mother. Ketapean" said Vano while continuing to drive his car, splitting the streets that look lonely because the night is very late.