The President's Wife

Chapter 107: Lunch Supplies

Almost an hour Pram just came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white bathrobe. As soon as he passed the door, his eyes were fixed on Kailla. His wife was not asleep, sitting on the bed.

“Why haven't you slept yet, Kai?” ask Pram wonder. Join after changing into his sleepwear.

The burly hand had already exposed the thick and warm blanket, and then slipped the body inside.

“Sleep!” pinta Pram, pull out Kailla's hand to lie on her side. As usual, he clutched his wife's body.

After the long conversation and straightforwardness earlier, nothing changed from Pram's attitude. There is no anger let alone distance, everything goes like the previous nights. The man fell asleep hugging Kailla. Occasionally raised his chin taper and kissed warmly the lips of his wife who was now peeling in the chest of his field.

“I love you,” whispered Pram in his arms, anchoring a warm kiss on Kailla's forehead.

For now there are a lot of thoughts dancing in Pram's brain. If he could be honest, he was confused as to what kind of attitude he had to take on Kailla. If he can let go, he will let go willingly. However, he still had the responsibility to take care of Kailla.

What kind of man could stand with Kailla. His wife is not a random person. Even Kailla's life has been threatened since she was in the womb. And the only person responsible for all this is Riadi Dirgantara.

Which man can take over his responsibilities. Who knows the twists and turns of Kailla's complicated life. Even until now there are many things that Riadi hides and it is the responsibility of Pram to tell him until the time comes.

Pram can't imagine how Kailla knew about her own past. Knowing the background of her mother's life.

Which man is capable of carrying out such a heavy task. Marrying Kailla means risking forever living in the shadow of Riadi Dirgantara's terrible past and many enemies. Marrying Kailla means having to be ready for their children to have the same fate as his wife. From birth must be accustomed to strict escort.

The smooth snoring of the calm face washed away it indicated that Kailla was already asleep. Finding that, Pram also chose to close his eyes. I hope when I wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine.

***

Kailla was wearing a tie around her husband's neck when the phone in Pram's pants pocket rang.

“Mama,” whispered Pram, tell Kailla. His wife is still busy tidying up the collar of the shirt and knot tie that is not perfect.

“Yes already, I got down,” said to Kailla after finishing all her tasks.

However, Kailla's steps came to a halt, as Pram grabbed onto that slender waist to remain nearby

“Iya Ma,” greet Pram, as soon as the flat object is stuck in the ear.

Mother Citra's loud voice sounded domineering. Pram who was busy kissing Kailla's face only to hear the voice of his mother without listening to what was said.

“You listened to mama, Pram?” ask Ms. Citra from across. After that, there was no sound from Pram at all. His ears only caught an obscure whispering voice, occasionally even he heard the sound of a female sigh.

“Hmmm,” murmured Pram, still busy judging his wife. With her right hand she locked Kailla's waist.

“What are you doing Pram?” Ibu Citra asked increasingly upset. He has been raving alone since. Pram did not respond at all. Just a vague mutter.

“Hmmmm, what's up Ma? Just bother,” Pram's nag, this time he was enjoying the neckline of Kailla who was still wrapped in a nightgown with open shoulders.

“Let me go, Honey. I'm going downstairs,” whine Kailla whispered spoiled.

Pram instead of hearing instead busy making a reddish mark on his wife's neck, drenched to make Kailla groan and sigh.

“Ahhhh!” sigh Kailla, shut her mouth for a moment. His voice will be heard by the mother-in-law.

“Pram!! Mama is talking, you are busy making love with your wife,” Mom Citra's nagging, upset by her own son.

“Had it been, Ma. I heard everything. There's nothing important you want to talk to me about. Next time don't call you too early. Those are the hours your son is enjoying his wife!” pram said make sure the phone is one-sided.

Plakkkp! A fierce blow landed on Pram's arm.

“You humiliated me!” kaila's nagging, trying to escape from Pram's burly hand.

“Come down now. I have to cook for your lunch,” Kailla said.

"No need to rush. Plugging an egg doesn't take long." Pram opened up to imagine the wifeinha who pretentious busy, even though the lunch is not far from the egg.

"Already! I don't want to argue with you, "kailla grumbled, rushing out.

“Mistress, your husband was just left behind,” complained Pram thrust his hand asking Kailla to take him down.

“Manja!”

Despite her annoyance, Kailla still relented. Grabbing her husband's hand and dragging Pram towards the dining room.

“What time are you going to the office?” ask Pram. She was hugging Kailla who was still with the scent of her pillow from behind. Walk sticking down the stairs that will lead them to the first floor.

“Before lunch,” said Kailla, rubbing her husband's hand that was twisting on his waist.

“Already! Get rid of your hands! Ibu Sari is watching us,” nagging Kailla, a gentle swipe is now changing a rough pat.

“No want! I'm paying you a debt. Didn't you promise last night you'll pay me a double today,” whine Pram with the pot.

“Not so. You accused me of having an affair last night,” said Kailla scowled.

“But right, I didn't engineer all those photos. Why lie to me?” said Pram seriously. Lost was their joke. Both stopped their steps while still in the middle of the stairs.

“Tell me, you didn't feel anything while with him?” pinta Pram, beg. Hugging his wife from behind.

“Why silence, Kai?” pram asked again, putting his chin on Kailla's shoulder.

“You definitely can't answer it,” Todong Pram.

Sari's mother who was cleaning the furniture in the living room was seen smiling herself, watching the intimacy of her two employers. How not from inside the room to down the stairs, the two still hugged each other. Like there is no satisfaction.

“I don't want to argue with you anymore. Let's just say our conversation is over here,” pinta Kailla, glued to the view in front of him.

“Don't see him again behind me. I'll assume yesterday you were lost and forgot your way home,” Pram whispered, gently peeking at Kailla's cheek.

Kailla nodded.

“You only have me. Your only family in the world,” continued Pram.

***

That afternoon Pram looked busy in his study. There are two files to sign. Not to mention he had to hold a long-distance meeting with Pieter. There are some jobs that need his opinion.

A gentle knock on the door surprised the handsome man. His smile grew as he glanced at the clock on his phone already showing lunch time.

“Log in!” his orders. Get rid of the pile of files that filled the table, preparing to welcome his wife.

One by one the items that filled his desk were removed. Smiling pictured Kailla who would sit spoiled on her lap as usual. However, the smile disappeared upon hearing the feminine voice, yet it was not the voice of his wife.

“Mas..,” saya Kinar smiled. Go in and sit right across from the Pram's desk.

“What's up here?” pram asked, being cold.

“Mama asked me to bring you lunch. All of you deliver Mas Pram shirts that spilled coffee overnight,” said Kinar. Slowly open the supply box he brought and present it on the table that Pram had just tidied up.

“Retick it back. I will spend the lunch from you but after enjoying the lunch that Kailla brought,” explained Pram.

“Mama asked me to make sure that Mas Pram spent the lunch I brought,” said Kinar, refusing Pram's request.

“I said neaten!” pram's orders are harsh.

Suddenly from the direction of the door appeared Kailla with her cheerful smile.

“Sayang...” Kailla's words stopped, a smile disappeared when she realized that there was Kinar in her husband's study. And she also brought lunch to her husband.

“You what Auntie here?” kailla asked, directly emotional. The lunchbox in his hand was directly slammed roughly on the table. It can be ascertained that the contents in it are algae and messy.

Kailla was already preparing for the war, about to pull out Kinar's clothes. The woman stood still on the spot, not reacting at all. Like ready to welcome Kailla's anger.

“Already Kai, he was just delivering lunch. That was on the orders of mama.” Pram blocked both his wife's hands, then tightly hugged Kailla so that she could not move. Both her hands were in the arms of her husband. He could not grab the woman not knowing the self that was in front of him.

“Get out of my room!” pram's orders start to emotion. After Kinar reluctantly moves on, such as deliberately provoking the anger of Kailla.

Pram's thunderous voice, enough to make Kinar's guts shriek, hurriedly walked out of the room. A sneaky smile was on Kinar's lips. There was a sense of satisfaction after successfully provoking the anger of Kailla.

“Already Kai! Let him,” persuade Pram.

“How many times has he delivered lunch for you!” kailla asked in anger, threw out Pram's hand and stood away.

“This is the first and the last. I promise I won't let him into the RD Group office. Already, do not be angry again yes,” persuade Pram.

The atmosphere of the Pram workspace which was usually quiet and calm, now the aura was heating up. The quarrel that had happened with Kinar, now changed with Pram.

“No! I don't trust you. He must have been here a lot to bring you lunch. I'll kill him right now!” nagging Kailla.

“Already! Kai, listen to me. I swear there's nothing to do with Kinar. I didn't know she was coming,” Pram explained, trying to hold Kailla's hand.

“I don't believe you. Just yesterday accused me of cheating. Proof you did the same!” nagging Kailla, rushed out of Pram's room in anger.

***

Kailla had just come out in a fit of annoyance from her husband's study. He just had a big fight with Pram in there.

It looks like Pram came out and tailed behind his wife. “Darling, you misunderstood. I have nothing to do with him,” Pram said.

Kailla kept walking straight ahead, not even turning her head. Ignoring her husband's calls over and over again. But his steps came to a halt as the phone in his expensive bag rang.

“Ditya?” kailla whispered as she saw the name on her flashing phone screen.

“Iya, what's up?” kailla asked hesitantly, shortly after sticking her expensive phone in the ear.

“Kai, can we meet?” ask Ditya from across.

“Sorry, later I will call you again,” Kailla whispered softly. Turn off the phone in a hurry.

“Get me your phone, Kai!” pinta Pram suddenly thrust his hand. He is now standing in front of his wife.

Pram was about to catch up to calm Kailla's anger, but things turned around. He was attacked by emotion, when he found someone calling his wife who he suspected was Ditya.

“I want to go home now,” says Kailla.

"Give me your phone, baby!" pinta Pram, repeat. It was as if he was trying to calm down.

Kailla, who remains silent, eventually forces Pram to bring his wife back to his room.

"Follow me! Our problem is not finished!" pram said, grabbing Kailla's hand and holding her tightly to follow in her footsteps.

***

To be continued

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