The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 03 - Since the Beginning It's Already a Problem

"To why?"

"My back is hurting, is it really a wound?" asked Zean only realized how painful it was, his wife was a little crazy to create a wound that was quite torturous.

"Just scratches, maybe this mattress is too rough .. sorry, until the wound," said Nasyila fiddled, saying, even if the old bed in his house had been around for a long time it was unlikely that it would make Zean's back that way.

"Courtesy? The bed's comfortable, it's your crazy nail."

Crazy, fine one word in the morning and was already used to Nasyila hearing. His ears were fine, so it was no problem even if it was considered crazy.

"What yes? My nails are pend_ Hehe long apparently," said Nasyila increasingly embarrassed when she showed her nails to Zean and indeed quite long.

"Hehe .... Hehe." He mocked Nasyila's laughter with an unusually annoying face and it made Nasyila stroke the chest, inexplicably this guy named Zean sucks to the ankles when he spoke.

"Not funny at all, quick fix."

His face looks flat, but his voice is soft. It was an order, obviously Nasyila was wondering how to take the drugs located in the desk drawer right in the corner of the room. Her clothes were scattered on the floor, while if Nasyila pulled this blanket then she would see the view of Zean jars.

"There's no medicine here."

"Oh yeah? Nothing or are you lazy to look for it?" zean asked closer to his face, leaving a distance of a few cent until Zean's warm breath greeted his cheek.

"I can find out for myself, just tell me where it is... You're ashamed that you're still missing, right?"

Glug

Zean's guess never misses. Nasyila's chest jostled and the face was now met red due to Zean's speech.

"There," pointed to Syila as she felt threatened by Zean's sharp glare.

Without lingering, Zean got off the bed in his innocent state. Nasyila turned her face away because she did not want her eyes stained again this early in the morning.

While Zean who just got off the bed just pulled the corner of his lips saw the reaction of his wife. Though last night both of them were wild and even lost themselves. Nasyila not only saw him, but also felt his might. Then, why are you still embarrassed just by looking, Zean thought.

He wanted to play, but this morning was too tired so he relented and did not want to torture. Zean grabbed his shorts as a protector, as there was no way he would bughil exactly tuyul just like that.

Zean's heart was pinched with simplicity in his wife's room. If Zean notices, this room is decades old and is in the category of inhabitable for a Zean. Actually they could spend the night in the hotel or the other, but the message of his mother if you can stay at home only.

Zean did not protest, though at first he feared his body would itch and Nasyila's bed collapsed in the middle of their ritual. But all that fear just disappeared. He slept very well tonight, not usually Zean woke up in the morning. Usually, at three o'clock in the morning he is already frenzied and looking for busyness.

He sighed softly when he pulled the drawer that Syila meant, his eyes momentarily stopped when he saw the photo of the curly-haired little boy there.

"From childhood it turns out to be ugly," said Zean smiled thinly and signed for some time, until he returned to his goal to find the drug.

When Zean approached, Nasyila quickly avoided his gaze.Too late, Zean already knew and now the woman woke up and leaned on her headboard, a little wonder why Zean would sleep in this room.

He jumped back into bed. Obviously, this surprised Nasyila. However, as soon as possible he tried his usual course and now received a drug that should be applied to the white back.

"Sssshh Aah."

The sighing was painful, but somehow it sounded different in Nasyila's ear. Is it possible because last night was all he heard from Zean's lips.

"Slow down, my skin is sensitive and it's sore .. I think I should see a doctor, who knows your nails are a lot of germs," zean said with his eyes closed while waiting for his wife to focus on all her injuries.

"Say me, Lord .. If it wasn't for Mom, even if there was only her in the world I might have chosen not to marry for the rest of my life."

"Nasili, what day is it?"

"Sunday," answered Nasyila quietly, her husband asking what day. This was the real Zean custom that often asked his Secretary.

"Thank God, I want to sleep .. My body hurts all, you were completely crazy last night."

"My kok? Father!!" sentak Nasyila did not accept when the wild like wild animals are Zean.

"You too, the evidence to the blisters is all this."

"I'm sorry, not intentionally," said Nasyila chose to give up because it is Zean who is in power here.

"Ehm, may I ask you something," continued Nasyila later because Zean did not answer his apology.

"Ask what?" zean asked, looking at his wife, they had not looked at him since.

"There are so many wounds, if later your wife sees how?" nasyila asked in such a slow tone, she was cautious and afraid that she would make Zean's mood break.

"Wife? You did it yourself."

"I mean Miss Nathalia, aren't you going to fight? Your marriage could be in trouble if she finds out" Nasyila said, fearing it would be the main cause of Zean's breakdown.

"From the beginning it was problematic, let it be. He wouldn't know, even if I got a dagger he wouldn't care .. No, don't think about it, '" Zean said, who then made Shila's eyes bully.

He didn't hear wrong? A marriage as sweet as that Zean considered problematic from the beginning. In fact, not a few women who want to be in the position of Nathalia as Zean's wife, a harmonious couple and as sweet as it is and always the pride of two famous companies in this country.

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- To Be Continue -