The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 08 - Women's Speech

Zean condemned her stupidity while following Syila's steps. She might look like a gago when Syila asked. Being touched by the beauty of the wife makes her unable to control herself.

It was strange, even though for two months every day he saw Syila. However, after marrying her inner Zean spoke another. Maybe because it has felt it so that the man's brain can not be invited to work together.

"Mother alone?" asked Zean after feeling nervous reduced, it was strange to meet Syila she was this nervous.

"No, there's Nyayu. After you called me to come and ask for help with him, thank goodness Nyayu wanted to take care of Mom," replied Shila as clearly as possible. He asked his cousin for help.

The reason was certainly for the sake of Zean who said he wanted to sleep in his house. In fact, this morning Zean hurried home just because he was afraid of a mouse in the bathroom. Really, Syila thought the husband would never return to his home after the incident.

"Oh."

It's been explained at length, but the response is a fingertip. Let it be, it's okay and get used to that kind of thing. Syila warms the water to brew a special warm tea for Zean.

Outside of the drizzle, it was possible that her husband needed warmth. Whether it was accepted or not, but it was a science that he had learned long ago from Zulia. If Syila remembered that, it felt terrible that her position was now.

Zulia expected Syila to be a good wife from her husband. For that, all small things always Zulia instilled as capital so that Syila would not be surprised later.

"This is the tea, be careful hot."

"You know, the smoke just billowed it .. You want to kill me or what?"

Already Syila warned of the heat, but the smoke that billowed from the teacup made Zean suddenly horrified. It is already his character, origin of speech and sometimes do not think about the feelings of his interlocutor.

"The rain's getting heavier, are we gonna be okay?" zean asked worriedly and looked up at the ceiling of this old house, for some reason how much longer this house will be able to survive, Zean thought.

"meaning?"

"It won't leak, will it?" ask Zean then clarify his point, according to Zean's knowledge if the old house is prone to leakage.

"No, last week it was fixed gent_"

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A drop of water suddenly landed on the table, almost getting into the Zean hot tea that he had not yet drunk in the least. The two stared at each other, Syila immediately passed to the kitchen to pick up the bucket there.

"I'm sorry, but yesterday was justified. Ck, did Antony lie to you?"

Syila looked up and ruffled her waist. It doesn't feel like he's wrong, Antony's been up there for hours. Then why is it still leaking too, thought Syila.

"Antony who?"

"Hm? Mr. RT's son," replied Syila casually and then again passed when she realized in the corner of the living room there was another leak. How embarrassing this situation is, is it possible that this house understands that what is coming is a conglomerate? Sure enough, there is no way the jinn in this house agreed to ask for donations to Zean, Nasyila thought more and more fabricated.

His wife looked very busy, Zean took over the small basin that Syila was holding. There are several other parts that are also leaked there, the second night back to the house of the wife seems Zean's eyes should be opened wide.

The face could still smile in the midst of his this miserly state. How many times did Zean yell at the owner of the beautiful bead, look at him looking tired tidying up old books he was worried about getting wet. The rain that was just a drizzle, suddenly turned terrible accompanied by strong winds and lightning bolts out there.

Zean's daydreams broke when he realized the wife seemed to have difficulty reaching something on top of the glass cabinet. His body which was not how high had tried, but it did not work as well.

"Have a mouth to wear, help me Zean .. it can be so," said Zean with a distance so close and handed some of the words that read Prabudinata to Syila.

"Ma-thank you" said Syila after receiving it with a clumsy smile, lucky that the late father was not wet.

"Is it really that bad?" zean asked snorted in annoyance, if the entire night would only be spent with this kind of thing, it was too upset.

Syila said it's fixed, but why is everything so messed up. Syila's face suddenly sour after hearing Zean's question. The woman only realized after Antony repaired it was getting worse until almost all leaked like this, it seems wrong he accepted the offer of the only son of RT in the neighborhood.

"Come on, tomorrow I'm asking for another handyman."

"No need, I'm just. Women suck at this," Zean mocked Syila with his arrogance, indeed the fact and Syila did not blame it.

In his heart was swearing Antony, of course he deliberately made this house worse. Why would he accept the offer of the man who pursued him since the end of High School.

Zean tea became cold, Nasyila forbade him to drink and said he would make a new one. However, as soon as possible Zean straightened the tea up the toilet. Honestly, he was thirsty after facing a leak here and there in the wife's house.

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