The President's Wife

Chapter 106: Do you love her?

The moon looks timidly showing its form. Hiding behind the black clouds. From the security post of the residence of Reynaldi Pratama can be seen clearly the round night moon, drowned covered by clouds. Almost fell at the end of the ocean across the house, along with the pounding of small waves and the whirring of the night wind.

Time has shown ten o'clock at night, when Bayu honked his employer's Bentley GT Continental horn. Surprising a security group that mingles with a gloved assistant playing cards accompanied by leather beans and hot coffee.

Before long, one of them ran out in an upright manner of respect, pressing one of the buttons on the remote control. Letting the burly gate open by itself, let the homeowner in.

His employer's beloved black car was seen breezing in gallantly, stopping right in the yard. The security ran small, helping Pram open the door.

“Night Sir,” said with respect. Glancing at a glance, his master who looked tangled and messy. Wearing a white t-shirt, a different suit than usual.

Without answering the greeting, the mature man entered the house. In the family room still had time to cross paths with Mother Ida who was enjoying a television show.

“Night Sir,” greet the old woman.

“My wife is asleep? She's been eating?” The lucky question only needs one answer that is representative enough for all.

“Already Sir,” replied Mother Ida short and reassuring.

"Non Kailla finished dinner straight up to the room" said Ida's mother.

"My wife hasn't been out anywhere all day?" ask Pram again. This time Mother Ida answered with a slab.

Smiling at a glance, the man had already run up the stairs leading him to the bedroom. With a gathering longing, Pram opened the door of the room hurriedly.

The first sight he saw was his wife falling asleep with her super sexy red lingerie.

Not covered with blankets, because the warm sheets of cloth had fallen to the carpet-lined floor.

"Bad boy! Even falling asleep is still bad when you wake up!" pram smiled, grabbed the blanket back, put it on the bed

“Honey..,” say Pram slowly. The man was on the side of the bed. Staring at the slumbering Kailla with a plain face teased her.

“Sayang..,” sapa Pram repeat. This time, the big hands started getting naughty. Tidying up the strung hair that was a little messy. With the tip of his index finger along the curve of his wife's beautiful face and ended up rubbing red lips that tease him.

A warm kiss was sprinkled on the pursed lips, with hands moving down gently rubbing one of the twin hills, playing its peak in such a way. So that the owner is disturbed in his mind.

Those beautiful eyes blinked, adapting for a while until they were completely rounded then the slender body rose to its seat.

“Darling,” greeted Kailla in a hoarse voice, while plucking her long hair and showing her inviting neckline to be frowned upon.

“You just got home?” ask Kailla.

Pram immediately stood up, took off his white shirt and threw it away.

“Hmm, I'm tired, Kai,” Pram. Stretch both his hands.

“I have tired medicine for you,” Kailla said. She was already standing on the bed, preparing to jump on her bare-chested husband.

However, her intentions had to be undone, her understanding husband thrusting away. Letting his wife slip around his neck.

“You've eaten?” kailla asked, leaning her head on Pram's shoulder.

“Already, I ate at the place of mama,” sahut Pram short. This time remove the belt and prepare to take off her trousers.

“I want to shower first,” said Pram, hugging his wife's slender waist. Tonight Kailla is really teasing her with her new model lingerie. Pram is sure this lingerie must have just occupied his room. Evidently he had never seen Kailla wear it before.

“You didn't see my new lingerie? You like?” kailla asked, showing it to her husband.

“I'd rather you don't wear anything,” said Pram smiling seductively.

“How about accompanying me to soak,” bargain Pram, his hands have been untied for the sake of the bond that entwines his wife's body, he said,

“I don't want to,” reject Kailla, reorganize whatever her husband just released.

“Today we did it. I want to take a break tonight,” whispered Kailla, citing her refusal.

“Good. Then tomorrow you must serve me double,” threatened Pram.

"Wouldn't it be fine tonight?" tawar Pram, back teasing. His fingers skirted the slender curves of Kailla's barely naked body.

“No. I'm going to your office tomorrow. I'll bring you lunch,” Kailla said again.

Oh yeah? You'll cook for me?” tanya Pram, grabbed the hand of Kailla who a few months ago had been hit by hot oil.

Pram sighed, as he looked faintly at the blackened marks on Kailla's wrist.

“I'm sorry, can't take good care of you,” whispered Pram gently rubbed the scars that are still left behind.

“Begging Mother Ida or Ibu Sari only who cook,” pinta Pram.

“When I usually if I can't get into the kitchen again,” said Kailla scowled.

“I don't need you to cook. The more you can't, the better,” says Pram, pinching the tip of Kailla's nose.

“Ah..... I'm serious!” grouse Kailla.

“The more can't be anything, the better. So no one will snatch you from my hands,” said Pram origin.

Not too important for Pram his wife can cook or not, can take care of the house and do homework or not. Householding for Pram is more than that. Simply Kailla understands her nature as a wife and mother to her and her children. That's more than enough. No more demands.

“I'm not going anywhere, Honey,” explains Kailla. Her shady gaze barged into the bead of her husband's eyes.

“You know Kai, even you yourself don't understand how you feel. I wish there was a day when you really accepted your situation. I can take you off in peace,” Kailla said.

“What do you mean, Honey?” ask Kailla.

“One day if I'm not with you anymore and you want your freedom. Remove the name Riadi Dirgantara from your life, never even set foot into the RD Group. That's what kept you locked up in Riadi's palace even while with me,” explained Pram, sighing violently.

“I already understand it all, no need to repeat it repeatedly,” said Kailla ketus.

“Alright if you understand. I assume you are old enough for this,” explained Pram.

“Iya, moreover?” tanya Kailla did not lose ketus.

“During being my wife, please don't do things that will destroy my pride as a husband. And it will ruin your good name as a wife. Then want it, I'll let you go. Quite frankly to me,” pinta Pram, with a heavy heart to say it.

Already for several weeks, this sentence collects on the chest, difficult to say from his lips but tonight escaped conveyed.

“You know, your life will not be separated from me as long as you become the wife of Reynaldi Pratama. I know a lot of things, which even you yourself do not know,” explained Pram.

“If you like it, tell me. I'll let you go for him. If you don't like it, leave him. Stay in touch with him, whatever the reason will only make you at the lowest point, if you still have the status of my wife,” continued Pram, bluntly.

“Why do you say that?” kaila asked, getting sad. She herself did not understand the direction of her husband's conversation.

“Come here, I'll tell you,” take Pram, grab Kailla's hand and take his wife to sit on the couch.

The burly hand hugged Kailla's tiny shoulder and carried her docked to the chest of her bare field.

“You know, I'm an old man who always manages your life,” Pram said.

“Hmmm, I know it,” Kailla said, playing her fingers. Carve without form on Pram's chest, writing without clarity with his index tip.

“You know, I was never angry, jealous or nagging when you hugged Sam, hugged even kissed Pieter's cheek in front of my eyes though.”

“Hmm, I know. That's why I dare to do it in front of you,” Kailla said, smiling, looking up at her husband.

“Even I know, you often cry on the shoulder Bayu,” continued Pram.

“And I never protest for your embrace on these three people.”

“Then what do you want to say?” ask Kailla.

“But there is a certain guy, I will be jealous once even when you just look at him,” Pram's story.

“Falling in love is millions. When you feel something unusual. Feeling a strange vibration while looking at him. You can smile happily just by hearing her voice or seeing her from a distance. Maybe it was the beginning of the name in love,” explained Pram.

“And I know, while with me. You did not miss this stage,” continued Pram.

“We both. Even I didn't miss this stage when I was with you. We are together because of circumstances, we are married by force, we fall in love because of demands and are responsible with the relationship we call husband and wife.”

Kailla's beautiful eyes were stunned, staring in the dimness of their bedroom.

“I've been with you since childhood. Just looking at your face, I know your heart. I'm not just your husband, I'm even like your daddy,” explained Pram.

“I know how you feel when you get a gift from Dion for the first time at the top. Your face is different, very different. Hundreds of my expensive gifts for you so far have never even gotten that extraordinary welcome,” said Pram.

“I never found that expression when giving you a gift so far,” continued Pram.

“What you feel first with Dion it is a feeling that may lead to falling in love.”

“If we were not engaged at that time, of course you would accept it with open arms, would you not?” pram said with a heavy sigh.

And Kailla, his wife, was permeating word for word out of Pram's lips, trying to understand. And Pram's guess may be true.

Pram's hug is getting tighter. “And these four months, I look back on the expression I was so looking forward to during our wedding, but not for me,” explained Pram.

“Are you in love with someone? Your gaze cannot lie. You just haven't dug into your own feelings,” Todong Pram.

“You know Kai, there was one time when I saw my wife smiling at someone she didn't even know at the time. Every time I receive a gift, my wife will be silent. Trying to fight his own heart.”

“Thank you for still keeping my feelings in your silence, even though I know there is another vibe in your heart when hugging a gift from her. Your expression cannot lie.”

“Although your lips say no,” continued Pram.

Kailla who had already caught the direction of Pram's conversation was just glued still. Pram took the phone out of his pants pocket.

He threw the phone violently on the table. The sound of square flat objects clashing with the wooden table made a very loud sound. Kailla's surprised.

“Sorry, these four months I've been spying on you,” Pram said.

“In there is proof of your betrayal!” adam Pram can't be soft anymore.

Kailla grabbed her husband's phone quickly. Looking for all the information Pram just gave her.

“Even you still met him this afternoon in the hospital,” Pram said by holding back his tears.

Kailla's hand was opening a photo gallery on her husband's phone. There are dozens of pictures of him and Ditya there.

“I know my wife very well. He doesn't have this kind of courage, if he doesn't have more feelings,” Pram said. The two tears were dripping already, unable to be held back. Crying in front of his wife.

“What are your feelings for her?” ask Pram, without cover-up.

Kailla silence. And Kailla's silence is enough to answer everything.

“Shitt!!! You fell in love with her at first sight,” Pram said, affirming. Immediately let go of his embrace, massaging his own temples.

“I'm going to take a shower, Kai. You just sleep, I want to soak,” said Pram, kissed Kailla forehead at a glance while smiling bitterly.

Just now Pram was about to step into the bathroom. Suddenly he stopped his steps, turned around. His wife was still staring at his phone.

“I don't blame you. Falling in love is not a mistake. But it will be a bad luck when the love comes not at the right place and time.”

"Thankfully people out there can fall in love with the right person at the right time, but that doesn't apply to you Kai. You may fall in love with the right person, but at the wrong time. When you were my wife."

"I'm not like that" Kailla refused, finally making a sound.

"There is no need to argue or deny. I do not judge you. What you feel like, you know best, Kai. Our relationship is in your hands" said Pram, trying to smile.

“Sick.. sure hurts, Kai. Just like Dion, I couldn't come and hit him like I did with other men. Because the problem is not in them, but in my wife. My wife who is playful,” continued Pram.

The tears back. There was no way he would show the destruction of his feelings and pride in front of Kailla.

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The spoiler turns out to be in the next chapter, because it's too long. Today Pram will be up 2 chapters huh.

To be continued

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