The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 135: I'm Dreaming

While eating porridge in the bowl, Kailla was silent a thousand languages. Only Pram who had said a lot, teased and seduced while feeding his wife. But Kailla didn't respond to it at all. If Pram is lucky, he'll see a grin on Kailla's lips.

Right at the last mouthful, Kailla opened her voice.

“Already! You can go out,” kick Kailla out with no thanks.

“Hah?! Still not done mad Kai?” pram asked, putting an empty bowl on the nightstand.

Kailla. “You don't know, how we missed these ten days. How can I forgive you just for this bowl of porridge.” Kailla explained the reason.

“Kai, I beg your pardon,” said Pram slowly.

Kaila just kept quiet and lowered her head, not responding to her husband's apology. I don't know..! Behind the longing, still tucked wounds that still can not heal completely. For the past few days, he's been through some tough times, and Pram isn't there. Pram is busy. Even her husband spends more time with a pile of files and of course the Winny.

“I promise I won't be overtime again. I promise I won't ignore you again,” Pram's promise, grab Kailla's hand and hold her tight. As if to give certainty to a promise that will never be denied again in the future. Promise that is said with earnest.

“Kai....,” call Pram slowly, after a long wait for his wife not to speak.

“I'm sorry,” said Pram again, directly hugging tightly Kailla who remained unreacted. Even at this moment, Kailla did not return her embrace as usual. His wife is still hurt by it. The injuries caused by his behavior were completely negligent.

“I'm used to...” replied Kailla slowly. “In fact, I've been trained for 20 years now,” Kailla continued. The two drops fell out of his eyes without being able to stand it anymore.

“I will not repeat it again,” said Pram.

“I just didn't expect my son to have the same fate as me, even when he was just here,” replied Kailla, rubbing his queen's stomach.

“You adults who always thought of me as a child, have ever felt what I felt,” Kailla said breaking out of Pram's arms.

“Kai....,” call Pram, trying to touch his wife's face. But Kailla rejected it this time. Kailla was pulling out her heart, ready to blow her up at this moment.

“I don't need all your money. Even if I can ask, I don't want all the daddy money either. You know, I have to pay dearly for all that..” Kailla started sobbing.

“Iya, I'm sorry. I know...,” regrets Pram.

“I have to give up my time with daddy for the money. And I don't want my son to have to live a life like mine.” Kailla said as she continued to cry.

“No... I won't allow it. Our children will not experience it. I promise,” said Pram promised.

“But you already did...,” Kailla accused. He pointed his index finger at Pram's face.

“Iya, forgive me,” said Pram lowered his head. “I won't do it again.”

“You know, as a kid I waited for daddy at the door every night just to be able to hug him for a few seconds. Even often waiting and having to be disappointed because daddy overtime did not even go home,” Kailla's story with tears.

“And you did the same. You ignored me for these ten days, even you made me wait for you for hours just for being with that woman.”

“Sorry. forgive me. But I have nothing to do with him.” Pram is still trying to explain.

“You know, this hand. Last night it floated ready to hit me,” said Kailla grabbed Pram's hand, then dropped it back violently. Throwing out a burly hand with ease, held high ready to slap him in front of everyone.

“You always say that you love me, that your love will not be as light as lifting your hand to hit me. In the middle of the crowd,” continued Kailla staring cynically. Her tears flowed continuously at this moment.

Pram bit his lip, his wife was taking notes one by one of his current mistakes.

“Already, I was wrong! Don't cry anymore,” said Pram grabbed Kailla's body, forcing his wife into his arms.

“You can hit me later,” bargain Pram. Kailla's long hair was a little messy.

“I don't want to sleep with you!” kailla. He let go of Pram's embrace, then lay back to Pram.

“Good, but don't cry anymore. I'm not calm to see you like this,” Pram persuaded.

His hand was stroking Kailla's back several times, then kissing her cheek for a while.

“I slept in the workspace. If you need anything, I'm there. Don't cry anymore. I love you guys,” whispered Pram in Kailla's ear, as her hand gently rubbed his wife's belly.

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After taking out everything in her heart, Kailla's feelings were much better. He can sleep better than last night. But the problem came at midnight. When he woke up, he missed Pram so much. His hand touched the cold bed next to him.

The more he tried to close his eyes, the more he could not sleep.

“Yes, we'll look at it for a minute. After that we go back to sleep,” he said slowly. He forced her out of her room, walking quietly.

“Aduh, why if a night like this becomes very scary,” he said when passing through the living room, where a small fireplace is located.

Kailla had to run in fear, but she really wanted to see the current Pram. As soon as his hand touched the doorknob of Pram's study, he immediately opened it hurriedly.

Really horrible!” grunted annoyed. He rubbed his chest repeatedly. Trying to calm his racing heart. He ran the pantang earlier, even had rolled because his feet tripped on the carpet in the middle room. His knees still felt sore, because they fell quite hard on the wooden floor of his apartment.

Chequek!

The first sight he saw, Pram was sound asleep on the sofa of his study. Seeing that, Kailla immediately picked up a brown blanket that folded neatly at the end of the sofa and wrapped her husband's body tightly.

“Huh! How can he sleep soundly, when I can't sleep because of it!” Kaila snorted in annoyance, rubbing her slightly flushed knees.

Kailla chose to sit on the floor while leaning her head near Pram's shoulder. Slurping near there, looking for her husband's signature scent.

“I'm crazy now,” Kailla said slowly with annoyance. Right now she did not know her embarrassment sniffed around her husband's neck. Seeing Pram who was still sleeping, Kailla smiled. Without hesitation kiss Pram's neck.

“Do not wake up, dear. Devastated by my pride,” whispered Kailla slowly still busy tucking on Pram's neck without noticing Pram's lips that were holding her smile at the moment.

Without Kaila knowing, actually Pram has been awake since hearing the sound of the door of his study open. Satisfied to enjoy Pram's scent, she intends to return to her room. But just walking two steps, Pram held his hand suddenly.

Deg—

“Gosh!” kailla said, closing her mouth. He hesitantly turned around, peering back.

Pram still closed his eyes. “What he is just a dream,” whispered Kailla as she flicked her hand in front of Pram's face that was still asleep.

“Honey...,” said Pram slowly, still keeping his eyes closed. Pulling his wife's body, falling on her body.

“I miss you,” whispered Pram slowly. Hugged tightly to Kailla who was lying on top of him now.

“What is he dreaming or pretending to dream?” kailla asked after making sure Pram was still asleep and closed his eyes.

“I'm dreaming, so don't hesitate. I'm yours Madam,” said Pram.

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