The Little Wife of the President

Chapters 191. Don't Love Me Too Much

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

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

“Hm ... Mother and daughter?” ask Pram, pretend to be sure again. Pram slipped his fingers on Kailla's fingers, tightly gripping each other.

“Yes, darling, the old Aunt and the young Aunt who was in the hospital,” Kailla said, raising her head. Staring at Pram while continuing to lean on the chest of her husband's field.

“Hm .. how do I tell you about them, yes. For the time being I know, that old woman is named Citra Wijaya. In the past, his company had worked with our company,” explained Pram, embracing his wife's body to stick more tightly to him.

“If one more aunt?” ask Kailla.

“Haha .. You call him Aunt too?” pram asked, laughing again.

“He em .. which is clear he is older than me,” explains Kailla.

“I don't know him. It doesn't matter to me. Right now the most important thing in my life is just you and our son,” Pram replied, pecking his wife's head repeatedly.

“I don't like him, Honey,’ Kailla said with her pot.

“Why?” ask Pram wonder.

“Oh .. I understand. My wife never liked any woman. Especially those who like to disturb his. Didn't you?” continued Pram, smiling.

“He-em,” murmured Kailla pursed her lips.

“The gaze is like a starving lioness!” grouse Kailla.

“Don't worry, I'm not interested in mediocre women. My standard is high Mistress,” is clear Pram, calm Kailla.

“Yakin?” ask Kailla.

“Yakin. I'm telling you, that woman can be judged by the look in her eyes. Only a stupid man can get stuck with such a woman,” explains Pram, bragging himself.

“Cih! It used to be stuck with Aunt Anita,” said Kailla slowly.

“Hahaha. If it wasn't me being stupid. But he's a fool .." said Pram. It was seen he sighed, before continuing his sentence.

“Actually I'm guilty of him. Very guilty to Anita and her extended family. I ... who made it what it is now. So I suggest to you, Madam ... don't love me too much, if you don't want to be crazy like Anita when I'm gone,” Pram continued, smiling.

“Don't love me too much, Mistress. Enough I am crazy for loving you too much,” Pram said again.

“Are you going to leave me too?” kailla asked, starting to tear up hearing Pram's words.

“No. While I'm still breathing, I won't leave you. But my breath determines it not myself,” Pram smiled.

“Ah .. don't scare me,” whine Kailla, hugging her husband tightly.

“That moment must have come, dear. Either you or me. And we must be prepared to face that separation whenever God asks for it,” Pram explained.

“Meanings should not love me too much,” Pram explained again with his leisure. In contrast to the current Kailla.

Kailla cried, staring sadly at Pram.

“If I'm 40 years old then you'll be the same age as Daddy now,” Kailla said, seemingly thinking.

“Ya, then why?”

“Can I make an offer to God. I will give you ten years of my life in the world. I do not care if my life ration in the world will be reduced by ten years,” Kailla said innocently, still shedding tears.

“Haha ... can it be, huh?” tanya Pram laughed at Kailla's words.

“If you can and if you have to leave first leave me,” said Kailla lowered her head.

“So loving me, huh?” pram asked, lifting Kailla's chin.

“Ya ..."answered Kailla, nodding with a puffy face from crying.

“I love you too. Loved you. Once in Jakarta, we visit the baby's sister,” said Pram, stroking Kailla flat stomach.

“Why is it still flat?” ask Pram, wonder.

“I can't wait to buy you a pregnant negligee,” continued Pram, chuckling. Imagine Kailla walking with a bulging belly while making as much madness as she usually does.

“I can't wait to see it, Honey,” said Pram, smiling.

Is she as handsome as I am or as bad as you?”

“Is he as smart as me or as reckless as you?”

“Is he as patient as I am or as crazy as you?” said Pram, seductively seduced his wife who was pouting.

“Huh! Why is it that what looks like you is always a good trait. Why is it that looks like me is always ugly,” Kailla said annoyed.

“If you want your child to lower your good qualities, learn to be better from now on,” said Pram stick his forehead on Kailla's forehead.

“Hah!"

“The child will imitate everything his parents do. If you want your child to be a good child, you have to change too. You don't want your son to be your envy, do you?” ask Pram.

“When you send him to school, he makes trouble and almost every day you have to see a teacher because of his bad behavior at school. When you tell her to sleep, she steals chocolates and stains your sheets,” Pram said, preparing to take Kailla's hit for her words.

“Hah! You insinuating me?” kailla asked annoyed.

“I just want to share the experience of what I felt a few years ago, when having to face the delinquency of my own wife,” Pram explained laughing.

In a moment, you will feel it, dear,” Pram said again.

“Ah!” grouse Kailla.

“I won't take care of our son directly later, like I took care of you first. I will give up entirely to you. You who have to take him to school, must take care of all his needs, must teach him to do homework. I'll just be with you. I will not disturb your territorial area,” Pram explained.

“If they fight in school ... how?” ask Kailla wonder.

“You have to take care of it at school. But if they're smart kids, class champions, I'll come to school to receive congratulations from the teachers. Hahahaha!” Pram.

“It's not fair! Why it's our bad boy's turn you're taking all responsibility on me. But when they become good children, why even you are the one who stands at the front.” Kailla grumbled to herself.

“We will take care of our child together. Please cooperate Madam,” said Pram, smiling.

****

After finishing his vacation, Pram returned to the office as usual. In a moment, he and Kailla are going to the doctor to check Kailla's content which has been almost twelve weeks.

Pram already misses his baby so much, longing for the sound of a heartbeat that shakes his life. Although he did not understand what was depicted on the monitor, but his heart warmed every time he saw the black and white photo.

“Honey,” call Kailla, suddenly get into her study.

“You've arrived, Darling?” pram asked, taking his eyes off the files piled up on the table. His wife today looks beautiful in a knee-length peach-colored dress. Hair with a thin make-up.

“Kiss me now,” pinta Pram, still sitting in her work chair.

“Why spoiled once,” said Kailla, rushing over to Pram.

“But promise, don't fuck my lips. My lipstick will fall apart,” kailla's ink with the pot.

“Yes, I just want to feel your new lipstick, ” Pram replied smiling.

The cup! Brief, short and light.

“This is the name of sticking Darling, not kissing,” complained Pram, annoyed.

“Later tonight only! You can enjoy my lips as much as you can. Let's go now,” take Kailla, already pulled Pram's hand.

***

Thanks though.

Seconds to end yes.

Thank you for your support all this time.

Love You All