The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 107 - Stuck in Situation

After a long drama, now the three handsome and handsome men are the center of attention. As Yudha has said, one of the religious leaders who is also honored here is celebrating the birth of his third grandson.

Yudha looks relaxed in the koko and peci clothes she wears. It was very comfortable to be in this place, while Zean tried to follow Yudha and refrained from playing the phone even though honestly his waist was a little sore.

"Zean, it's not long?"

"Just start, just be patient."

"Ck, siallan .. Why didn't you tell me we were in this place? You said an ordinary party," Sean's scolding did not accept, unfortunately all of it is useless because it has already happened.

Unlike the two of them who are still trying to feel at home, Sean is quite the opposite. Not because he was uncomfortable in the crowd or this kind of event, but what made Sean uncomfortable was his clothes.

Zean's words were in fact unbelievable, to the point of having Sean trapped. He thought he would not go into the house and sit cross-legged with kiyai like this.

Believe me, jeans with deliberate tearing and plain black t-shirts on Sean's body make the man look more handsome if outside. Unfortunately, currently such an appearance was nothing more than a delinquent.

"Shut up, Sean .. This is all for the sake of rice thanks, don't be noisy," Zean whispered as he pinched the arm of his twin brother.

"I'm ashamed to swear, if you know this I borrowed Papa's holster earlier."

Yudha who heard the whispers of the neighbors beside her immediately turned her head and ordered the two to be quiet. Really, he's embarrassed. Yudha even called a lot of people just for the sake of being invited tonight, looking for rice blessing with the menu that Syila asked for was not easy.

"So far, it's your own fault to wear that."

Eugh!! I'm really sorry Sean came along. Since then he squeezed his fingers while trying to cover the slightly open knee. Sean had caught a wet pair of eyes watching him, perhaps insulting, Sean thought.

"You didn't say, Badjingan .. that's why it's clear-je_"

"Shuut, you two don't make noise."

Sean frowned when he heard Yudha ask them to shut up exactly a father who stopped his son from fighting in the crowd. Perhaps Yudha was too tired to give the code through his eyes to sound like that.

After a while, Sean began to calm down a little more before the prayer together. Well, little did Sean understand if this was going to be over soon. Both of them closed their eyes as if they were praying with great earnestness.

"Aamiin's."

The voices of the two men sounded the clearest, it was fortunate that they were sitting not too in the middle. Zean smiled faintly as they finished praying, his first struggle would soon be fruitful, what a joy it felt.

"Astaghfirullah, be patient, sir be patient."

Yudha would never again take Zean next time. Really, Yudha hopes tonight is the last time Syila asked for things because honestly she was a little wary of being expelled because of the behavior of her own boss.

"Oh, yeah, I can't wait."

Zean's heart was pounding, there was a happiness that he could not express when he managed to get what Syila wanted. Really, he just wanted to be a good husband to Syila, even though he honestly could not stand alone.

Zean's eyes patiently waited for the rice to be distributed, the rest of his life he had only seen it this time. Looks like Syila will really like it, so patient Zean is waiting for his part.

Until, when it has been shared each, Zean again asked and questioned why only got one. Yudha who was now completely tired of facing Zean could only sigh deeply.

"Yud, can't you ask again? There's only one time, we've come all the way here."

"Can't, the ration is just one, sir."

"Well, what will my wife do? Eat Nasyila that much, Yudha," whispered Zean deliberately brought her face closer.

It is a matter of not knowing yourself, lucky to be invited, thought Yudha who now chose silence. Yudha stared at Sean, hoping that the man would understand, but it seemed the same because now Sean pulled over the rice thanks to his.

"You can take my."

The best choice, Yudha did not have the courage to ask again even if the reason to fulfill the cravings of his boss' wife. They included foreigners and Yudha knew Kiyai Hasan as the brother of his late grandfather from afar.

"That's yours, I'd like the one just if I could."

Zean's request seems inexorable. A man with a shady face approached them. Zean's whispers may be too strong to make Kiyai Hasan a little curious.

"What's up, son?"

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