The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 186: Bali

Arriving at the hotel room, Pram contacted Kailla as promised. When the video connection is connected, it looks like a scene that Pram misses a lot. His wife was lying on the bed, in her favorite nightgown.

“Honey, you've slept?” pram asked as he looked at Kailla who had closed her eyes.

“Hmmmmm,” murmured Kailla was still hugging her bolster.

“I just turn it off, if you have slept yes,” said Pram.

“Do not..,” reject Kailla, trying to open her eyes and resist her sleepiness.

“Where are you from? Why did you call me once a night,” asked Kailla in a hoarse voice.

“I came out for a while. There is little business,” replied Pram.

“You didn't meet a pretty girl right?” todong Kailla, suddenly his sleepiness disappeared. Remembering her husband was alone there, far away from her.

“Hahahaha..now what can you do, besides trusting your handsome husband,” Pram said while chuckling.

“Ah... Honey!” whinek Kailla as usual.

“Hehehe.. If I want to have an affair, I don't need to be afraid of you Darling,” Jawah Pram, again make Kailla's heart not calm.

“You mean?” tanya Kailla glared.

“Already. I'm not messing around here, honey. Are you ready? David sent you a ticket?” ask Pram again.

“It's a shame,” replied Kailla smiling.

“I'm tired today Dear. Need you. I'm trying to hug you,” said Pram suddenly, massaging his temple.

“I took off my clothes for a moment huh. Don't turn off,” pinta Pram, let his phone highlight the hotel bed. Pram himself had already stepped away, undressed and threw it away. Just by wearing boxer pants alone, he was back lying on the bed.

“Honey..., why naked like that?” kailla shouted, starting to growl.

“Hmmmm, I will not bring a change of clothes,” replied Pram with a rest.

“After all, it's not just me. Sam's room must have been like this, too. Hahaha..” Pram chuckled, imagining the two of them with Sam who was not carrying a change of clothes at all.

“Hah!? Really Honey?” ask Kailla, start nosy. He's planning on pranking Sam.

“What do you want?” pram asked, after seeing the unusual gelagat appear on Kailla's face.

“Do not try to contact Sam!” pram's orders, staring intently at Kailla who was already smiling mischievously.

“If you want to see, just look at mine. I'm your husband,” Pram said again, already patting his chest in front of the phone screen.

“I'm tired of seeing you. Sometimes change the mood. Want to see the output of the 90s,” said Kailla nosy. He seemed to be counting with his fingers.

“Don't dream in broad daylight Kai!” grunts Pram.

“The old man is now hunted by many Kai people,” Pram chirps, chiming his wife's jokes.

“That's if the antique darling, if the standard one also ends up in the junkyard. Hahaha,” says Kailla does not want to lose.

“Your husband is limited edition Kai,” said Pram proud of himself.

“Iya Darling, if it is mediocre, I must have left it in the second-hand collector. Hahaha,” sahut Kailla. He laughed at Pram until his stomach hurt.

“You why Dear?” pram asked frantically, as he saw Kailla squeezing her stomach.

“My stomach hurts mostly teases you. Haha.. My stomach hurts,” answered Kailla honestly.

Pram shook his head, seeing his wife's behavior. But Kaila's madness and joking is one she missed when they parted ways like they do now.

“Surely your brain has been thinking everywhere. It's not that I don't know my wife's behavior,” Pram said, pointing her index finger at the phone screen.

“Hahaha.. Hahahaha,” Kailla can't continue her words. He kept on laughing.

“Hahaha... Baby, I thought I was tired of you. I.. I want to exchange you for Lee Min Ho, I think I need to add a lot no?” Kailla is back. His forehead creased, as if he was thinking hard.

“Bad you Kai. You want to exchange me with who I was. I don't know him!” grunts Pram. The look on her face turned irritated, being bullied by Kailla from earlier.

“Darling I want to sleep first,” Kailla said again, after stopping her laughter. He's tired, pranking Pram from now on.

“Hmmmm,” Pram murmur.

“Honey, don't turn off the phone until I fall asleep yes,” pinta Kailla again with the pot. Lying hugging the bolster and staring at Pram lovingly through his phone screen.

“Iya, fast sleep, I am also sleepy,” said Pram.

“Tonight no one hugged you as usual. Take the blanket, let's just say I'm hugging you,” said Pram smiling.

Kaila was leaning her phone not far from where she was lying. Put it in such a way, in order to still be able to look at her husband.

“Good night Sweetheart,” whispered Kailla, smile.

“Iya. See you Darling,” replied Pram who was lying face down, hiding his naked body under a thick blanket.

“Honey...,” call Kailla, suddenly open her eyes again. He smiled back at Pram who had closed his eyes.

“Hmmmmmm,” Pram murmur, start getting sleepy. He deliberately leaned his phone on a pillow so that the camera screen would keep on highlighting him.

Faintly, Pram could still hear Kailla's voice occasionally calling out to him. But he was already too sleepy, unable to answer his wife's call even if just mumbling.

***

Early in the morning Kailla with Bayu has set foot in Ngurah Rai, Bali. She had tried to contact Pram, but her husband's phone was off. The only way is to contact Sam. Luckily Sam answered 'em, gave the address of the hotel they were staying at.

When he arrived in front of the hotel lobby, Sam already greeted the two cheerfully.

“Sam, you don't shower?” kailla asked as she walked to her room, after successfully requesting a spare key from the hotel attendant.

“Non Kailla's best ask Pram,” grumbled Sam's annoyance. Because Pram last night he had to wash clothes, so that the next day can be worn again. Though he already wanted to bring a change of clothes, but Pram forbid it yesterday.

“Bay, which clothes?” ask Sam.

It appears that Bayu pulled out a black crackle bag from inside his backpack, throwing it at Sam.

“Job Bay!” Sam complained, seeing his clothes put in black crackle in unfolded state. Just inserted originals. Seen Sam kissing the contents inside the crackle.

“Where did you get this crackle bag Bay? Why does it smell?” tanya Sam grew annoyed, trying to pull out one of the shirts and sniff it in front of Bayu.

“I asked Ms. Ida,” Bayu said, scratching her non-itchy head.

“Br*nything You Bay! Friction from Bu Ida is the average used vegetable and fish groceries in the market,” Sam's nagging, increasingly upset.

“I was in a hurry. Already want to go to the airport, you just contacted me!” nagging Bayu, no less upset.

The car was already walking out the gate of the house, and Sam just gave it up. Asking for clothes. In a hurry, he did not check again. Put the original clothes into the friction he asked Bu Ida.

Sam grumbles even more, when he sees the clothes Bayu brought for him. All sleeping t-shirts and shorts. There is not a single t-shirt that is worth wearing for the streets.

“Bay, what the fuck!” spray Sam, take out and stretch a t-shirt with a collar that has been destroyed and not worth wearing.

“Which I know, your clothes are a mess in the closet. I took it origin,” said Bayu, without feeling guilty at all.

“Don't-don't smell terasi earlier not from his pocket, but from his shirt,” Bayu chirp, wide.

“Shirt instead of folded, but thrown into the closet!” namel Bayu.

Kailla who heard the conversation thought to herself. She also did not check what clothes her husband put in the suitcase. Yesterday he just picked up a pile of Pram clothes, not checking them one by one.

***

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