The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 187: Wrongly Carrying Clothes

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.

Kaila goes into Pram's room followed by Bayu who drags her suitcase.

“Non, I put it here,” said Bayu, pointing to the suitcase he set up next to the room door.

“Iya Bay.” Kailla answered briefly. Her gaze was now on her husband who was still asleep hiding behind a thick blanket.

“Pantesan.. his phone ran out of battery,” said Kailla slowly, looking at Pram's phone that was still leaning in its place before she fell asleep. Kailla remembers, they video call-an to sleep last night.

“Sayang... Babe..,” call Kailla, shakes Pram's plain body.

“Hmmmm,” Pram murmur, squirming for a bit.

“Honey....,” call Kailla again, when you see Pram back to sleep.

Seeing Pram still at home with his dream, Kailla is forced to use other means to wake him up.

“I'll give him a surprise,” Kailla said with a nosy smile. He has removed the white shirt and jeans following the inside. Throw everything original onto the couch.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Kailla smiled cunningly, having made herself plain, without a single thread remaining.

He was just about to sneak into the blanket, but his brain went back to work.

“Don't..don't! He's used to seeing me like this. Won't be surprised anymore,” Kailla said slowly.

Immediately she ran towards her suitcase, opening and unloading all the contents of the suitcase into a mess and divorcing on the floor just for the sake of the transparent red lingerie she bought yesterday. Kailla wore it hurriedly while looking at herself in the mirror.

“This is more embarrassing than wearing nothing,” he said shaking his head, staring at the reflection of himself in the mirror.

“It's been like a call woman!” he said, annoyed to see himself with a strange look. He had never done so long.

After being satisfied to stare, he ran back to Pram. Get on the bed, smiling. But just as he was about to sneak into the blanket, a crazy idea flashed again in his brain.

“I'll just do it,” said Kailla, the sneaky grin clearly imprinted on her face.

Hurriedly she searched for her make-up equipment, polishing her plain face with thick makeup and a bit of menor. The makeup that made him unrecognizable to himself. Even he himself was shocked to see his face in the mirror.

“Is this Kailla Riadi Dirgantara!” kailla smiled, closing her mouth so that her voice would not come out.

She deliberately used a bright red lipstick. A color she never wore in her lifetime. After feeling quite convincing makeup, back he approached Pram. Throw away the blanket that covered her husband's nearly naked body. Slowly he climbed onto the bed, lying on the body of Pram.

“I must be careful, lest he wake up. Could have failed my plan. Not working on it, but he will pranking me,” Kailla said slowly.

It is seen that Kailla took a photo of the two of them with her cellphone camera, with various naughty and challenging poses. She deliberately made Pram look like a bad man by putting her husband's hand on sensitive areas of his body.

Once done and make sure the photos are perfect. Making sure her face was not too clear and easily recognizable, Kailla immediately grabbed back the clothes she was wearing.

“Just leave this lingerie inside.” Kailla said, while putting her shirt back on, closing the transparent red lingerie she was still wearing.

After removing her menor makeup and making sure no one was left behind, Kailla approached Pram. Shaking her husband's body violently, while pretending to cry.

“Hiks..hiks..., Dear..!” call him pretty loud in Pram's ear. The husband surprised her.

Seeing Pram who was starting to wake up and was gathering his consciousness, Kailla also prepared with his drama. The sudden drama he just designed a few minutes ago.

“Hiks... hiks... hiksss.... you are evil!” isak Kailla, while hitting the chest of Pram who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed.

Her husband was not fully aware. Pram squeezes his own hair to relieve dizziness due to being forcibly awakened.

“Kai, you why?” pram asked after finding out that Kailla was already in his room. Sitting on the floor crying.

“Hiks... hiks.. hikss!” isak Kailla, with great effort he had to force out his tears.

“You're evil! Turns out you didn't let me come to Bali because you wanted to have fun with your woman!” kailla's scolding, with tears flowing constantly. The roaring cry came back out from his thin lips.

“Hah!?! What do you mean, darling?” pram asked confusedly. Immediately get off the bed and approach his pitiful looking wife. Kailla was crying until her tiny body shook violently. Pram took his wife's body into his arms, trying to calm her down.

His wife was silent, crying constantly. Without explaining anything to him.

Pram's gaze was fixed on the suitcase whose contents were messy near the door.

“You're the topmost?” pram asked astonished to see the contents of the suitcase scattered.

Kailla.

“Then why cry? Did anyone hurt you?” pram asked again, cupping Kailla's face wet with tears. Removing the trail of tears flowing profusely on his wife's pretty cheeks.

Kailla nodded this time. Staring at Pram with a crying voice getting louder.

“Who hurt you. Tell me, I will kill him with my own hands,” Pram said trying to calm his wife.

“Do not cry again, tell me what happened?” tanya Pram hugged Kailla back, gently rubbing her wife's back. To calm Kailla down.

For a moment, I want to put on my clothes first,” pinta Pram after seeing Kailla a little quiet.

He walked towards the suitcase, looking for his clothes that Kailla had brought from Jakarta.

“Where is my outfit Kai?” pram asked astonishedly, not finding a single piece of his clothes arranged in there. He searched back in the pile that had been scattered outside the suitcase. His eyes widened, seeing his clothes that had been unused brought Kailla to Bali.

“Kai, you were wrong to bring clothes. What clothes do you bring for me,” said Pram, looking back at his wife who was still sitting on the floor.

“Hah?!” Kailla was wide, her hand pointing towards the suitcase.

“There instead of your clothes. I took it from your wardrobe,” Kailla said, running up to Pram.

“This is what has never been used. I've asked Bu Sari to move him to the warehouse,” explained Pram.

“When moving house yesterday, it looks like Donny and David wrongly put in the closet, these clothes should have been in the warehouse.” continued Pram was drowned, drowning, grabbed a shirt that was a little small and forced to wear it.

“Where are the pants Kai?” ask Pram again. After searching, none of her panties were even carried by Kailla.

“Sorry, I. I. just carry a stack in that closet. I forgot to check it one by one,” obviously Kailla lowered her head. He was only taking care and checking his needs, never thinking about Pram's needs at all. Before marriage, Ms. Ida always takes care of all Pram's needs, after marriage it remains the same.

During this time Kailla really pampered everyone, even for her own needs, Kailla assisted her assistant. He never got dizzy with his dirty clothes or messy room. There's Bu Sari who always helps her. Even now Pram employs both, Bu Sari and Bu Ida to serve them in his new home.

Even she never opened Pram's wardrobe, never prepared all Pram's clothes. All done by Bu Ida and Bu Sari. Every day her job is to just pair a tie for her husband. The rest Pram did it himself.

“Hahaha Pram laughed at Kailla's reply. He should have known how his wife was. Soon he grabbed the trousers he wore yesterday all day. Inevitably, he had to put it back on.

“Come!” Pram held his little wife who was looking down scared of him.

“Starting today, I want you to prepare all my needs. From waking to sleeping at night,” pinta Pram.

“I want you to do everything for me Honey,” pinta Pram again. Smiling waiting for his wife to nod.

“Prepare my clothes every day, prepare my breakfast every morning. I want you to do it for me. Just for me, not for any other job. You understand?” ask Pram.

“Iya I understand, I'm sorry. Then how are you now?” kailla asked, sorry for her negligence.

“It's okay. I will ask Bayu to buy it for me,” said Pram smiled, kissed his wife's lips.

“Then why was my little wife crying?” ask Pram suddenly.

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