The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 190. The Hidden Intentions of the Kinar

Next day.

The morning sun has penetrated through the white curtains in a hotel room in Bali. Pram and Kailla who were still asleep and hugged each other, as if not bothered by the dazzling heat rays that highlighted their innocent bodies.

Pram appears to occasionally change his sleeping position, before finally opening his eyes. The first second, what he saw was a peaceful plain face that fell asleep with regular breathing. The face was peaceful, calm and washed away. Of course beautiful, alluring and at all times make him always want to pounce many times.

At this time Pram feels like a person born with luck. He was lucky, always the first and only person in the world could look at the face of an angel Kailla daughter of conglomerate Riadi Dirgantara. Don't ask how this sleeping princess is while awake. Pram was sure that no man would be able to endure all his mischief, indulgence and madness.

Pram's smile flared as he felt Kailla's small movements. His wife was still curled up in his arms.

“Kai, wake ... Honey,” call Pram whispering in his wife's ear, when he saw the clock on the wall of the hotel room already showed at 10:00 am.

“Honey, let's get up,” call Pram, shake the plain body plan that still befalls his left arm.

Kaila was unmoved, still at home with her dreamland. A grin appears on Pram's lips when a gentle call cannot wake his wife in a humane way.

His hands had already moved, from his back to the front. Exploring everything that is felt to disturb the deep sleep of the wife.

“Ah!" kailla sighed as Pram squeezed something tight. Not a pleasure but pain.

“Still not getting up yet, Darling?” tanya Pram is already preparing to launch a more decisive attack. His brain is already prepping with a rogue plan, which he believes will drive Kailla crazy.

“Let's wake up, darling,” call Pram has already pierced his wife's body. A small bite to Kailla's ear, after getting rid of the hairdo that interfered with her mission.

Pram shook his head, when he saw his wife could not be awakened. He's been pulling away the thick blanket that wrapped their bodies since last night.

In a blink of an eye, the blanket was lying on the floor, helplessly falling on Pram and Kailla's clothes which, since last night, had already occupied the floor of the room.

Just as Pram was about to start his battle, Kailla opened her eyes. When he felt the cannon would be fired, he immediately complained and whined as usual. Missing was the plain face of an angel who admired Pram. Changing adorable faces sometimes sucks when the little girl has denied and rejected all her words.

“Darling, I'm tired,” whining Kailla, as usual. Pram was already very memorized by those words. Almost three months, he always heard it every morning, noon and even night.

“Yes, I just want to wake you up,” said Pram, choosing to budge after seeing the merciful face of his beloved wife. He still remembers that all night had made Kailla exhausted.

Pram rolled back his body to Kailla's side. He was ready to press down and lock his wife's body. He thought he was going to fly back together, taking advantage of the sudden honeymoon. Tomorrow they will return to Jakarta. Job awaits.

“Honey, let's get ready. You want to accompany me to the hospital, right?” pram asked, back on Kailla's body, all over his adorable wife's face.

Cup. Cup. Cup. Cup.

“Come, we shower together to save time,” invite Pram , already stand up. Preparing to pull the hand of Kailla who was still lazing on the soft bed while hugging the bolster.

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

“City ...." This time Pram who whines, trying to persuade.

“Ya. I'll just go alone. After all the nurses at the hospital are usually beautiful and sexy,” Pram said smiling, rushing to the bathroom.

“You are not coming, I can have a chance alone with them without anyone disturbing,” continued Pram again.

“No! I'm coming,” cut Kailla off shortly after hearing Pram's words. He immediately stood on the bed, calling out to Pram.

“Darling, carry me,” pinta Kailla.

“No!” reject Pram, pass leave Kaila alone.

Kailla chooses to jump down, chasing Pram who is almost to the bathroom door.

“Caught!” kailla said as she hugged her husband's burly body from behind.

“Don't mess around again, Honey. I'm late,” said Pram. Pulls Kailla's hand to go into the bathroom with her.

***

In the hospital.

At the hospital, Kailla hugs Pram's arm. Hearing Pram's story yesterday, he became worried himself.

“Darling, I'm sorry, yes. Have I been troubling you all this time,” Kailla said, staring at her husband. He was afraid Pram was suffering from a serious illness. Especially during this time she was the most often troublesome husband.

“Ya .. I'm fine,” said Pram smiled. He lied to his wife. He could have gone to the hospital on his own without Kailla, but he was worried about leaving Kailla with Sam or Bayu.

“Darling, I don't want you to get sick. I love you,” Kailla said with teary eyes.

“I'm fine, darling,” says Pram, trying to calm down. In fact, he was not sick. However, it was impossible to be frank with Kailla for now.

“I'm afraid you'll leave me," whispered Kailla softly, barely audible.

“Daddy coma. If you're why, how about me,” said Kailla slowly, dripping two tears from her beautiful eyes.

“I won't leave you. I promise.”

Before long, a nurse called them into the room. The blood sampling process was short, but their time was up to calm Kailla down.

Pram still laughs every time he remembers Kailla who almost cried during the blood draw process. It wasn't Kailla who calmed Pram down, but the opposite. Kaila interfered with the blood draw process by shouting in pain and shaking every officer was about to inject a needle into Pram's hand.

Were it not for Pram's request, Kailla would have been expelled by the officer who took Pram's blood.

“You are not satisfied laughing at me,” grumbled Kailla, staring intently at her husband.

Pram chuckled again, imagining the pain he had to endure because of Kailla.

It is conceivable that Pram had to endure the pain of a syringe on his right arm and and the bite of Kailla on his left arm.

Kailla bit Pram when she saw the syringe through her husband's skin. Otherwise, he would scream in pain as if the needle would pierce through his own skin. Pram had asked him out of the room or closed his eyes, but the naughty and stubborn wife refused instead.

“Kai, I can't imagine, what will happen when you give birth,” said Pram, not daring to think about it. It would have been terrible at the time.

“I will pay with anything, if it can make you not feel pain during childbirth,” said Pram slowly.

“If it can, I am willing to endure the pain,” continued Pram with a worried face.

***

Pram was shocked when they were about to get out of the hospital. While walking in the hospital lobby, from the direction of the entrance looked Ibu Citra and Kinar who were walking in.

“Not that I ask for a schedule so as not to meet him in the hospital,” Pram said in his heart.

Pram looked at Kailla who was walking beside him. He did not want Ibu Citra to meet his wife. He swiftly grabbed Kailla's hand and gripped her tightly. Trying to hide his wife's tiny body behind her body. He could not avoid it, Kinar and Ibu Citra must have seen it.

Pram's conjecture came true, seconds later he could hear Kinar greeting him.

“Siang, Mr. Pram.”

“Pram, we meet here,” said Bu Citra with a smile. He missed his son very much. Since returning home from his residence, Pram has not contacted him at all.

“Mother ..." call Pram in doubt, tightly grip his wife's hand.

Deg—

The view of Ibu Citra and Kinar was fixed on the figure of a woman hiding behind Pram's body. If Ibu Citra stares at Kailla's face without blinking, instead Kinar stares tightly at Pram's hand on Kailla.

“Who is the beautiful girl that Mr. Pram holds,” Inner Kinar.

“Pram .. he ..." asked Bu Citra pointing towards Kailla. However, Mother Citra could not continue her words, Pram had already cut in first.

“Sorry, we are in a hurry. Excuse me,” said Pram, hurrying to leave the two.

Kinar and Ibu Citra were still staring at Pram's back and Kailla disappeared at the hospital entrance.

“Whose girl, yes?” ask Mother Citra. His face showed astonishment. Likewise with Kinar, the woman was a little disappointed to see Pram holding the hand of a girl.

He really did not want to expect too much. However, during taking care of Mother Citra, the old woman always told her. Although it sounds impossible and impossible. Citra's mother always said that if she could find her real son, she would match him with Kinar.

Kinar never expected much, as he was convinced, the possibility was very small. However, when he saw Pram coming to their house, he felt that he still had a chance. Moreover, the Pram figure he saw was really handsome and did not look careless. Kinar can judge for himself, if Pram is not a difficult person like them. Married to Pram, she could have everything. Treasure and luxury, moreover he had the key to get there. Citra's mother, Pram's birth mother.

"If I find my son, I'll ask him to marry you. If he's married, you don't mind being second?"

The words that Ibu Citra often uttered so far, even though that time for the two of them was only a dream in broad daylight.

But the dream is soon to come true. Kinar was just hoping, Mother Citra was holding her shit.

**

In the car, Kailla is no less curious than the two women Pram left in the hospital.

“Sayang ... who are they?” kailla asked, leaning spoiled on Pram's shoulder.

***

To be continue..