The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 163: Crab Saos Padang

Kailla was asleep in Pram's arms when the car stopped in the basement of their apartment.

“Kai...”.

“Honey.., wake up yuk,” call Pram gently stroking Kailla's delicate cheeks. His wife kept her eyes closed, unperturbed by his call.

“Honey, wake up yes,” call Pram again, trying to wake Kailla back up.

After feeling no movement from his wife, Pram was forced to drive the driver out of the car.

“Pak, can leave us,” pinta Pram without staring at the driver. He lingered on looking at Kailla's pretty face. For a long time, Kailla had not slept in her arms like she did today.

“Come wake up Darling.” Pram rubbed his face against Kailla's. This time Pram's efforts yielded results. His wife reacted, there began to be movement in Kailla's eyelids, before the two hands were spoiled as usual. Locking Pram's neck.

“Honey.. , I'm still sleepy,” whine Kailla.

“Iya.., later arrive at our unit, you can sleep as much as possible. But now wake up first yes,” persuaded Pram, again swiping his face on his wife's face.

“Aaaahhh...., pain!” kailla yells. Her eyes opened perfectly, complaining as her cheeks were exposed to the fine hairs growing on Pram's chin.

“Sorry Dear. Hehehe,” says Pram chuckles.

“Aduh, this why not shaved anyway!” kailla complained, still stroking her cheeks.

“It's been shaved off Dear.” Pram defend himself.

“Ayo ..,”ajak Pram, get out of the car and grab Kailla's hand along with her.

***

When entering the unit, Bayu and Sam were sitting relaxed while staring at the mobile phone screen in the living room.

The sound of Sam's phone is tight, immediately attract the attention of Kailla. In a hurry, he approached and sat down by Sam's side, after forcibly evicting Bayu.

“Bay, slide!” his orders. Her sleepiness disappeared when she heard the sound of her favorite food vlogger reviewing food.

“Sam, what other food?” ask Kailla excitedly. Come watch together.

“Kepiting soka saos padang,” replied Sam.

“Wah....!” Kailla's mouth instantly gaped, looking at the look of the crab and the sweet corn being watered.

“That's good Sam,” said Kailla gulped her saliva. With a shunt step he headed towards his room, choosing not to watch anymore. She was sure that her husband would not be willing to fulfill his wishes as usual.

Chequek!

Pram, who was still fully dressed as before, was sitting leaning on the bed staring at his phone. As soon as the door of the room opened, Pram turned his gaze towards Kailla who was pouting and grieving.

“Honey, why?” pram asked when he saw Kailla's face. Soon he got up and approached Kailla. Seeing Pram's attention, Kailla grew sad. Still imagined the crab saos field that he had seen earlier. Definitely as usual Pram wouldn't want to look for him.

“Hei.. You why Kai?” tanya Pram, put the phone back in her pants pocket.

Kailla shook her head, choosing to walk towards her dressing table.

“Kai, you why?” pram asked again, pulling Kailla's hand closer to him. Since becoming pregnant, Kailla's mood is difficult to guess. Can be suddenly happy, not infrequently also suddenly cry.

“Hei, Mistress. Don't worry me. Tell me what's up?” pram asked, drawing his face closer, looking at his wife up close. He was trying to figure out what was going on so that Kailla was silent and would not speak.

“If I want something. Do you want to find it for me now?” kailla asked hesitantly, looking down. The shadow of food he saw just now really could not disappear from his brain.

“Say what you want?” pram Pinta. He had begun to understand, the cause of his wife pouting earlier.

“I want crab saos padang, as I saw on Sam's phone,” Kailla said.

Pram's laughter broke upon hearing Kailla's reply.

“Whatever you see, surely you want it Kai. In that case, tomorrow-tomorrow I will not allow you to hold the phone again,” said Pram, still chuckling. Pressed her index finger on Kailla's forehead

“Huh!” grunts Kailla.

“I already know. There was not a single request of mine that my husband could handle,” grumbled Kailla annoyed, stomping her feet to the floor.

“What kind of husband am I. Don't you mean Kai?” ask Pram smile.

“He..em,” murmured Kailla, still pouting.

“You wait here, I will invite Sam to look for you,” Pram said. Clapping the top of Kailla's head.

“Do not pout again.” Pram says. After a quick peek at Kailla's lips, Pram immediately exited the room. Vaguely Kailla could hear Pram's voice screaming for Sam.

Kaila smiled, for the first time Pram wanted to find what he wanted.

***

All the way Pram nagged Sam. Without even asking, he knew, the cause of Kailla's whining is Sam.

“Iya Sir,” replied Sam.

“The wife is in trouble, why should I also hit,” said Sam slowly, not want the grunt sounds Pram.

“What did you say Sam?” pram asked suddenly, when he saw the mouth of his wife's assistant was kamit.

“Ti.no Sir,” says Sam, grunt annoyed.

“Basic old tiger, work just angry!

Before long, the driver stopped his car in front of a row of stalls selling food.

“Down! Try searching there!” pram's orders, pointing to the row of stalls peddling food.

With hesitation, Sam got down and walked towards there. But not for long, he had already returned again with a downcast face.

“Me?” ask Pram.

Sam shakes. “I don't know how to ask them.”

Pram clucked in annoyance. “I shouldn't have brought you here! Just bother me!”

Sam can only bow, guts every time he sees Pram's anger.

Pram was forced down, walking from end to end, asking one by one to the stall owner. But the result is nil.

The driver took them to another hawker center, and still could not find what Kailla wanted.

Pram got into the car, after exhaustion of walking. Sweat soaks into the inner shirt.

“Huh.!” Pram sighed.

No longer know what to do. He couldn't imagine going home empty-handed. Kaila will definitely get angry, maybe even cry. Rubbed his face rough. Suddenly an idea came to his brain.

“Pak, is there a place that sells crabs that are still raw?” ask Pram.

“If I can't bring a ripe one, I'll just cook it for him,” Pram said.

“We go to the supermaket only then Sir,” said the driver gave an idea.

And sure enough, in the supermaket Pram can find various kinds of seafood there. With a smile growing on his lips, Pram took all the materials into the car.

***

Kailla was still awake on the living room couch, as Pram walked in carrying two bags of groceries. Sam himself went straight back to his unit. Pram won't let her meet with Kailla tonight.

“Honey, you got it?” kailla asked happily, as soon as her husband entered carrying a grocery bag.

Immediately he ran to the kitchen, picking up an empty plate. He was already impatient to devour his field saos crab.

Kailla's eyes are rounded. As the grocery bag was poured, a raw crab appeared that was still moving around on the table.

“Ahhhh...., I don't want this one Dear!” rengek Kailla is upset. He was surprised to see a crab suddenly appear on the table.

Just as he was about to leave due to his annoyance, Pram had already grabbed his hand.

“Honey, I'll cook it for you. I didn't manage to find his field saos crab here,” explained Pram. Actually, he is very tired right now. But Kailla's request can't be denied.

“Do not get angry again yes, pity our child if every time you nag. He also needs calmness in there,” said Pram, sticking his forehead on Kailla's forehead

“I will cook it myself for you, for our child,” said Pram softly, still trying to persuade Kailla.

"Yes, " said Kailla still not excited.

Kiss me now then,” pinta Pram, after seeing Kailla keep quiet. He approached Kailla, then kissed her soft lips long and deep.

***

It looks like Pram throws his original suit, then rolls his shirt hand up to his arm. The corner of his eyes could still catch the irritated and dissatisfied look on Kailla's face.

"Come, come! Just wait for me there, I need a cheering smile" said Pram, grabbing Kailla's hand and taking her to sit in the dining room. From here, Pram could see Kailla clearly.

Pram was still busy cooking in front of the stove when Kailla suddenly came and hugged her waist tightly from behind.

“Darling, I'm already sleepy. I don't want to eat anymore. I want to sleep,” Kailla said, laying her body on Pram's back. Squeeze his arms at Pram.

“A minute Dear.”

“Fixed and comfortable,” Kailla muttered, closing her eyes. She began to fall asleep on her husband's back.

***

Thanks though. Love You All's.