The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 181: Sam, Wait for Me Here!

“So the girls in Bali know, this guy already has. If they're not sure about the ring on your finger, you can show off my art, baby" Kailla said, smiling triumphantly.

“No problem for me,” said Pram, shrugging both shoulders as he walked towards the bed. His hand had already grabbed back the leather jacket and put on his burly body which was already wrapped in a white shirt.

“If the girls there see me walking with this,” said Pram, pointing at the red mark on his neck.

“Surely they will be hysterical all, consider me a paid man. Seeing how many of these marks, proving how qualified your husband is on the bed,” continued Pram again, smiling nosily.

“I'm sure, they must be scrambling to enjoy the sensation of being with me in bed. Hahaha,” continued Pram, immediately managed to make the look of Kailla's face change.

Pram was already preparing to open the door of their bedroom, as if unperturbed by all the red marks on the neck that his wife had made. But, suddenly Kailla stopped him.

“Eiiiettttttsss wait! Wait!” kailla said, running to grab Pram's hand. She took her husband to sit at the dresser.

“Wait first. I changed my mind!” kailla continued, smiling. He changes his mind, after hearing Pram's remarks regarding the relationship between a paid man and a red mark on the neck.

His hands deftly, took one of the following collections of foundation with his powder. Polishing it in such a way, so that the red marks on the Pram's neck that he made disappeared instantly.

“Darling, I'm fine going with all this,” said Pram, teasing his wife who was seriously fixing her polishing to look natural.

“No, I don't want the girls out there to know. How great was my husband when he was there!” kailla said, pointing towards their bed. Sontak makes Pram laugh broke.

“Really? I'm that incredible t-shirt?” ask Pram. Pulling his wife's hand to sit on one of his thighs.

“He..em,” says Kailla, nods. After that, she lowered her head, covering her blushing cheeks for praising Pram on the bed.

“Oh yes? That's how great I am in your eyes Kai?” pram asked, back to teasing his wife.

“Do not ask again. This is so embarrassing!” kailla's nagging, yet sounding spoiled and adorable in Pram's hearing.

“If I'm not chasing time to the airport, I'll make sure we end up there!” said Pram, follow along pointing towards their soft bed.

A smile was engraved on his lips, when he saw his wife's face again blushing. A kiss landed on Kailla's lips.

“Darling, I love you. Why do you have to be so adorable,” said Pram. Both hands are active. With his left hand squeezing a mound in front of his wife's chest and his right hand already coiled around Kailla's slender waist.

“Ah... you do not do this,” reject Kailla, after feeling Pram's hand that has infiltrated into, without permission.

“Kai, whatever happens. You are still my wife and I am your husband. Work with me to maintain our relationship,” said Pram, smiling. Staring at his wife who began to get carried away, because of the act of his naughty hands.

“I..iya..,” sahut Kailla, his breathing began short.

“Come take me down. I love you,” said Pram, kissed Kailla again.

“I too,” whispered Kailla slowly, right in Pram's ear.

Pram took Kailla's hand out of the room. Sam seemed ready, sitting in the dining room hugging his backpack. Enjoy a cup of hot coffee and fried cassava made by Bu Ida. The two domestic assistants, Bu Ida and Bu Sari, are collaborating in Pram's luxury kitchen, working together to make breakfast for the employer.

“Come Sam! Finish coffee. We're leaving now!” pram Order

“Honey, you don't have breakfast first?” kailla asked, after seeing that Pram was already preparing to head outside while wearing his sunglasses.

“I have breakfast in Bali only. I'm still full,” said Pram walked out looking for Donny or Bayu who would drive them to the airport.

Hearing her husband's answer, Kailla ran straight to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets in the kitchen set. Take a lunch box and fill it with complete rice made by his two assistants. Complete with fried rice.

“Come Sam! Finish your breakfast soon!” kailla orders, running out following Pram.

Pram is standing in front of the car talking to Donny and Bayu, as Kailla approaches him hugging the box.

“Honey, you can eat this on the road,” sodor Kailla. Pram smiled, looking at Kailla's current behavior. His wife was just wrapped in a simple nightgown, her hair pinched high with a few children's hair reeling out of her bindings. Plus fur slippers patterned hello kitty.

Seeing it all, Pram instead of reaching for the supply box, but he immediately grabbed his wife's waist and peeked at Kailla's head.

“Do not be naughty at home,” pinta Pram smile.

“Iya..,” sahut Kailla short, still faithfully hugging the lunch box she prepared for her husband.

The breeze of the morning was quite cold, faintly heard the ripples of small waves from the sea across the street of their house. Donny's still busy checking the car with Bayu's help. The two assistants chose to busy themselves rather than peek at the intimacy of the two masters who were hugging each other as if they were going to separate for a long time.

“Such as going far away!” gerutu Bayu was annoyed to see his two masters who were too excessive.

“Kai, come with me to the airport huh?” tawar Pram, still not willing to release his hand from the waist of the wife.

Kailla looked at her husband. “Alright! I changed my clothes first,” Kailla said.

“No-no! Just wear this nightgown. Ask Bu Ida to get my jacket in the bedroom closet,” said Pram. Before long, he had already ordered Bayu to ask Bu Ida to take the jacket in question.

“I don't want you to dress up, I'm afraid to come home to take me, you even stop by the mall without my knowledge,” said Pram, a little jealous. He stuck his nose on Kailla's nose, smiling.

‘Why should this adorable you!” pram said, grabbing Kailla's pointy chin, and kissing her wife's thin lips. He forgot, they were in the yard.

“Gosh, haven't had a warm coffee, why my chest feels hot,” Donny said stroking his chest, staring at the scene not far from him. The master kissed with no idea of shame.

“Custom only! Already want out your eyeballs!” shock Bayu, patting Donny on the shoulder who was staring seriously at Pram and Kailla.

“I just saw this live broadcast for the first time. Usually only a re-broadcast, even if it is only a review from the audience. Maybe you guys are used to it,” Donny said avert his eyes.

Before long, from the main door looked Bu Ida out, carrying a brown jacket and handing it to Pram. He shook his head while clucking, while still partially watching the scene of his employer's kiss.

“Use this!” pram said, helping Kailla put on her jacket.

Both were soon in the car. With Kailla sitting down, she slipped into her husband's arms. Pram is enjoying his morning breakfast, sharing with Kailla who is busy playing the collar of his black jacket.

“Honey, aaak..” pinta Pram, feed a spoonful of rice uduk with tempe orek to Kailla's mouth.

“Honey, let me know later. I want a video call, so I can see you,” pinta Kailla spoiled.

“Seeing me or looking around me. There are girls teasing me or not. That is your goal,” replied Pram, smiling. She just realized how jealous Kailla was of her. In fact, deep in her heart, she was the one who was actually frightened every time she left Kailla alone. He was afraid that his labile wife would turn to a man much younger than him.

At the airport, Pram kissed his wife. He refused to part with both. Wife and child. But his business this time, was no less important either. There was a past, maybe his parents were waiting for him all this time.

“Daddy road yes,” pamit Pram, back kiss his wife's lips, as well as the stomach is still flat, where his baby grows.

Sam, who was walking after Pram, just waved. Followed the master who had already entered.

***

Airport waiting room.

The handsome looking pram was sitting sweetly waiting for the call from the information section. He was already impatient to meet with Citra Wijaya immediately. The only thing left of the married couple whose name is listed on the birth certificate. Her husband, Pratama Indraguna, died almost 39 years ago of suicide.

Sam is still busy taking calls from Kailla. The employer is giving tips and tricks for him, as well as special orders in carrying out his mission to keep his beloved husband.

“You should report to me, what my husband did. I want proof of photo!” kailla's orders.

“Make sure no girl approaches him. Get rid of my husband immediately!” kailla continued, across the phone.

“Moreover Non?” ask Sam.

“While it is!” kailla answered and decided on her call.

Sam was just about to put the phone in his backpack.

“Sam, you don't need to come with me to Bali. Wait for me here!” pram's orders, got Sam wide-eyed.

“Gosh! How can I report everything to Non Kailla. If I was left in the waiting room!” inner Sam.

***

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