The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 88: Expelled From Car

After fulfilling Kailla's request, Pram finally decides to return to the apartment. Kailla had already fallen asleep in Pram's arms. As soon as he got into the car, before long Kailla's head had fallen and squeezed on Pram's shoulder. Seeing the sight, Pram immediately grabbed onto Kailla's tiny body and carried her into a hug. Sometimes he tidied the hair that covered his wife's innocent face while asleep. A smile was always etched on Pram's lips at how beautiful his wife was while sleeping. Had Mitha not been with them, she would have dyed Kailla's entire face.

“This President really sweet yes. I became envious,” Mitha said inwardly.

From earlier Mitha looked at Pram without blinking, from top to bottom. No one escaped Mitha's attention. Fortunately, Pram's eyes were only on Kailla, even Pram forgot there was another figure with them. The handsome man did not speak in the slightest, only silently lingering at his wife with a smile

“Ah... this serious. Perfectly awesome!!”

Seeing Pram who was still at home locking his lips tightly without wanting to take his eyes off the figure in his arms, Mitha tried to invite him to speak.

“Sorry Mr President, Something is needed again for the needs of Mr tomorrow?”

“No need, later I directly contact Pieter,” said Pram without shifting his eyes at all.

“Ah, this chili-cabean is very lucky. Tomorrow if there's a chance he'll take the pellet where.”

“Pak Presdir tomorrow has started to the office? Later I tell Mr. Pieter to prepare everything,” asked Mitha again trying to provoke the conversation.

“I myself will contact Pieter.” Pram answered briefly. Still not turning his eyes away. There was no smile on Pram's lips.

“Crazy! Just don't look!”

“Heavy wife yes Sir?” Mitha still did not stop fighting.

“Iya, Kai has not slept at all since from Dubai.” said Pram smilingly staring at Kailla.

“Finally a smile too, though not for me.”

“The wife.... still you.da Sir?” Mitha hesitated to ask. Pram only looked at his wife. Mitha thought the discussion about Mr. President's wife would be easier to lure this handsome man to talk. Earlier Mr. President had a smile, although in reality the smile was for a figure who was squeezing in the embrace.

“Not your business!” Pram answered curiously, this time the man stared intently at Mitha. Instantly Mitha's guts shrunk.

“Dead me! Wrong question.”

“If there is nothing important, you can get down and join in the back car!” expel Pram. My wife needs rest, I'm afraid your voice is bothering her,” Pram continued.

“Sorry Mr. President.” Mitha lowered her head and chose silence.

From the beginning of seeing, Pram already knew the intentions of the girl before him. He wasn't the kid yesterday afternoon who was proffered a toy instantly forgot everything. A good girl would not dare to look at him from head to toe. Pram is confused as to how a girl like this could pass the selection and Pieter can send him to pick them up at the airport.

But positive value, this girl can make a change in Kailla's attitude. From the airport until now, not once did Kailla call her Om. Recalling that, a smile returned engraved on his lips.

For now Pram will only focus on the work, finish everything as soon as possible and return to Indonesia. Kailla can't stay away from daddy for too long. Moreover, his wife was too innocent, he was worried that to the point of meeting too many strangers. The cuteness of Kailla, not far from judging Sam. Never once did he think of hurting anyone else, but instead out there were many enemies who had secretly been scouting him. He did not want the incident Anita repeated again, considering his wife's life almost at the tip of the horn alone was quite painful, let alone having to repeat it again.

***

Pram had just put Kailla's body on their comfortable and soft bed but his wife was squirming.

“Sayang..” said Kailla still with her hoarse voice. His eyes opened for a moment, his hands immediately twitching back to Pram's neck. He was not yet fully conscious, still mumbling indistinctly.

“Kai..., are you awake?” tanya Pram rubbed Kailla's face gently. There was no answer, only a small squirm and an indistinct murmur that came back out from his wife's thin lips.

“Darling, I still want to sleep.” said Kailla pulled Pram's neck tight to go to bed with her.

“Kai.. kai.., don't,” reject Pram when his body falls into bed because of the tight pull of Kailla. Pram was forced to follow sleeping on Kailla's side, hugging and gently patting his wife's back until he could leave her. He could not sleep with his dusty dirty body and sweat marks due to their activities throughout the day.

Pram's warm embrace calmed Kailla down for a moment, but soon her wife was back. Whether conscious or not, she pulled Pram's neck back, pecking at her husband's lips.

“Sayang.., not now yes,” pinta Pram. He's still trying to escape Kailla's lip attack. Not getting any lips, Kailla instead kissed Pram's neck and entire face. Kailla's eyes still remained closed, her lips still muttering indistinctly.

“Gosh Kai, what dream are you dear,” said Pram slowly. He could only resignedly accept all of Kailla's kisses all over her face. His handsome face looks wet because of the kiss bertubi his wife. Unsatisfied to peek, now Kailla snuck in Pram's chest stroked slowly and fell asleep there.

“Kai... kai,” call Soft Pram after it feels no movement anymore. Slowly she moved her body as quickly as possible. If he's been with Kailla for too long, he doesn't know when he's gonna last. He had to shower immediately and clean his body, he could not sleep with such a sticky body at the moment.

Half an hour later, he had already returned to the room in his sleep suit, staring at the sleeping Kailla in the same clothes since departing from Indonesia.

“Definitely not comfortable sleeping in a suit like this,” thought. Pram decides to change out of Kailla's clothes.

But his idea got him into trouble. Her hands were busy looking for a way to remove the various accessories that were attached to Kailla's clothes, her lips were also nagging. There are a lot of buttons, there are a lot of ties, there are a lot of twists there that he himself doesn't know how to open.

“Why should wear this drag suit,” Pram's nag. With great difficulty and struggle, she managed to undress Kailla. But the problem didn't end there. She had been smiling happily looking at Kailla who was only wearing underwear. But as soon as she tried to take off the bra that Kailla was wearing, she again snorted in annoyance.

“Bra what other model is this?” pram said annoyed. As soon as he slipped his hands behind Kailla's back, there was no connection there.

“Yes God, what another trial this is,” grumbled Pram squeezed his hair. He was silent staring and researching the bra his wife was wearing.

“Am I just scissors huh?” A crazy idea flashed in Pram's mind. He was already almost desperate at the moment, after almost 10 minutes still had not found any way to open it.

If cut, Kailla will be raging at him tomorrow. “What I forced out of the top only yes.”

Pram's brain is thinking hard right now. His head was dizzy, fatigue made his brain difficult to think. The only way, let Kailla sleep in her underwear. It was much better than sleeping in dirty clothes. He immediately threw out his body, lying beside Kailla.

***

Thanks though.