The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 151: I Love You

I do not know how many cups of coffee Bayu and Sam spent while waiting for the two employers out of the room. Even Sam repeatedly checked the clock on his wrist.

“Crazy! Already 10 hours still do not want to go out too,” said Sam annoyed. Staring at the door of his master's room with a view that is difficult to interpret.

“How many rounds is it!” grumble Sam's upset.

“Haha.., do not wait. If Mr. Pram is tired, also out on his own,” said Bayu.

“Bu Ida alone does not protest, whereas back and forth panasin food, but the person does not go out,” continued Bayu again.

“I've trained Bay, don't be confused with Sam. Sam was just told to look at the door of the room, he had protested,” said Ida Bu.

“Yes, he has never felt driven out and waiting in front, just because Mr. Pram wants to play the same ant gospel Non Kailla. hahaha.” Bayu added.

Just as Sam was about to open his voice again, Kailla had already walked out of the room with a disheveled appearance. Only with Pram's t-shirt and shorts.

“Bu, instant fried noodles still there?” kailla asked while she was shaking her hair.

“Leave a pack of Non,” replied Bu Ida, take out the noodles from the closet.

“This Non,” said Bu Ida.

“Non. It's not good to eat instant noodles. I made breakfast,” said Bu Ida trying to prevent.

“Not for me Mom. My husband wants to eat,” Kailla said making the three assistants surprised. All in the Riadi family know, Pram never wants to eat instant noodles or packaged foods.

“Pak Pram?” asked Ida to make sure once again.

Kailla nodded.

“What's not wrong Non?” ask Ida again.

“Actually I wanted it, but my husband didn't allow it,” Kailla said limply. Immediately he grabbed the pot and filled it with water, then heated it.

“Bu please continue!” pinta Kailla, she's back in her room. Still hoping to persuade Pram.

***

“Honey.., call Kailla. Pram was still bare-chested, lying on his back on the bed closed his eyes.

“Hmmm,” murmur Pram.

Soon Kailla climbed on top of the bed, sitting right next to Pram. She was busy persuading her husband.

“I want Dear,” whine Kailla pulled Pram's still folded arms holding her head.

“Cannot! You can't eat that,” refuse Pram firmly. His eyes are still closed.

“Little bit,” persuade Kailla again.

“No, as per the initial agreement. I'll eat,” reject Pram, no more compromises.

“Darling.., it was I who craved fried noodles. How can you eat!” grouse Kailla.

That's my son too. So it's the same with me or you who eat,” said Pram.

Actually she would never want to eat such packaged noodles, but Kailla reasoned and brought her child with her.

“Sayang....” Kailla is still busy persuading Pram. Until the voice of Ida Bu called and knocked on their room door.

“Non, the noodles are ready.”

“Iya Ma'am, I'll be there soon.” Rush Kailla down from the bed, but just about to run out, Pram has already pulled his hand.

“You don't have to cheat Madam,” said Pram got up from his sleep, picked up a t-shirt in the closet. It looks like Pram went into the bathroom, cleaned his face and brushed his teeth while smiling cunningly. It's a dirty idea in his brain.

After finishing everything, he was forced to follow the steps of Kailla who had come out first.

As soon as Pram arrived at the dining table, the three assistants immediately stepped aside. Giving his master a place to eat his food.

“Bu, today cook what?” pram asked, sitting next to Kailla. Pram smilingly looked at Kailla who was looking at the plate of fried noodles without blinking.

“So cook rice chicken team Pak,” sahut Bu Ida.

“OK, please prepare for Kailla Bu,” Pram command.

“Good Sir.”

It does not take long, a plate of rice team complete with pickled cucumber has been presented in front of Pram.

“Kai, let's spend your breakfast,” said Pram, pouring the team rice to Kailla.

“I don't want, I want noodles,” reject Kailla. His gaze had not yet shifted from a plate of fried noodles whose aroma was appetizing.

Before long the three assistants also came out of the unit of his employer with a nosy smile. After making sure the door was closed, Pram pulled the fried noodle plate in front of him.

His hand was rolling the fried noodles with a fork, then stuffing them into his mouth in a fairly large portion.

“Daddy has never eaten this noodle. Daddy did it for you, son,” Pram said after swallowing the noodles in his mouth, while stroking Kailla's stomach.

“Kai, you can kiss me now. There was still the aroma of fried noodles left in my mouth,” Fresh Pram, pointing towards his lips. The sneaky grin reappeared on Pram's lips.

Kailla who had swallowed her saliva earlier, could only glare at Pram's words.

Seeing that Kailla was silent, Pram rolled the fried noodles back with a fork and put them in his mouth.

“Yakin don't want?” ask Pram.

“Ah...where can it be!” grouse Kailla.

“You can still feel it in my lips and mouth,” Pram said.

“If your tongue is agile, even you can feel more noodle aroma in my mouth,” continued Pram while laughing.

“Ah.....!” Kailla was already looking annoyed to see Pram from earlier toying with her.

“This is the last Mistress, if you still do not want to kiss me, you will not get anything,” threatened Pram.

Kailla stared sadly at the rest of the noodles left behind a small spoonful on the plate. Pram really had a heart on him. Even her husband would not allow her to try.

Pram grabs Kailla's nape suddenly, kissing his wife frantically. Letting Kailla enjoy the smell of noodles still stuck to her lips. After letting go of his kiss, he immediately fed the remaining noodles on the plate into his wife's mouth.

“I won't let you after this,” said Pram, patting Kailla's head with a smile.

“You understand?” ask Pram.

“Iya..,” says Kailla with a smile. At least he was still able to enjoy the fried noodles, even if only a little.

“Spend your breakfast, after that be prepared. I will take you for a walk,” Pram said.

“You're not going to the office?” ask Kailla wonder.

“You ruined my schedule today Madam. For the first time you ask me, we should celebrate,” Pram replied, instantly making Kailla's face meet.

***

“You like it?” pram asked as they were already traveling around the city of Vienna in a horse-drawn carriage.

Kailla nodded.

“How about my son, does he like it too?” pram asked smiling at Kailla.

“Iya, she really likes daddy,” said Kailla smiled, rubbing her own stomach.

“Stay smiling like that, dear. I promise I won't make you cry again,” Pram said.

Kailla nodded. Hurry down from the horse-drawn carriage that had stopped in front of the Wiener Staatsoper, Vienna's proud opera house.

“Kai.., call Pram, grab Kailla's hand.

“There's something I have to say.”

“Hmm,” murmured Kailla bowed. They're in the city center. And Pram grabbed him in the crowd.

“Thank you, you make me feel like I really have a family now,” Pram said.

“Thank you for being willing to conceive my son. I will take care of you with my own life,” continued Pram.

“Thank you for loving me, Kai. Even if you still don't want to admit it. I can still wait for you,” said Pram.

“Iya.” Kailla answered only briefly.

“I love you guys.”

****

Thanks though. Love You All's.