The President's Wife

Chapter 109: Unable to accept with a chest

“Honey, how about we split up,” bargain Pram smiled bitterly. Choosing not to be weak with Kailla's tears.

“I don't want to part,” Kailla said, sobbing great. Occasionally pulling his snot down profusely. He did not think twice, directly answering him in that second as well.

“If we split up, you can feel free to feel the feelings you did not get when you were with me,” Pram said, with a vibrating tone. Holding back his own feelings, which were almost blown to pieces.

Kailla bowed, her hands slumping down on her lap. There were many thoughts dancing in his brain. For four months he was comfortable with his life. He's free here and there's no limit from Pram. She was free to do many things without any fear of her husband. He really felt life was beautiful.

He was free to feel a feeling he never met while with Pram. A sense of flowering and shy blush, when meeting someone who we think is perfect. When talking to him, he would rather secretly steal a glance than look at him boldly.

When receiving a message from him even if only a good night, but it sounds so beautiful. A day without a message, that day will be passed by heavily. And there are a lot of new feelings that he can feel in these four months. And the worst is not with her husband.

With her husband, she didn't go through any of this. There was no tremendous pounding, as the eyes clashed against each other. There is no awkward feeling when just sitting together. No great vibration, when hands touch.

This incredible taste, only now, at twenty-four years of age. Heart rate beats when adjacent to a man, when he is already the wife of another man.

Kailla was stunned, raising her gaze. Breaking through her husband's eyes with impudence.

“I allow you to exchange your comfort with me for your freedom to enjoy new feelings that may be your true love,” Pram said slowly.

Kaila shook her head again for a few more times. “I don't want to trade you for any guy,” whispered Kailla slowly.

“Our relationship remains, just not by sharing a bed together. We can still be together, but not stay together,” explained Pram.

“I don't want to. I'm not ready for that!” reject Kailla. Too comfortable with the presence of Pram in his life, it would be difficult to start a life without a man who always warms his nights.

“I say, I also had to marry you,” said Pram, hoping his honesty was enough to throw off Kailla's feelings.

“I didn't love you that time either. There was never that taste, but daddy pressed me. I gave me no choice to say no. He begged me to marry his daughter.”

“You know, an Aerospace Riadi, begged me to marry his daughter. You think I can refuse it? Even daddy gave me a reason that made me absolutely unable to resist.”

“Daddy asked me to take care of you. That's the main reason. If I don't marry you, she won't be able to calm down. I may not have married you at the time, but daddy wouldn't have allowed me to marry any woman. She's worried my wife can't accept your presence in my life.”

“I know,” sahut Kailla slowly, dripping back those tears. Recalling how daddy also begged her. Recalling daddy's happy face as he nodded and was willing to marry Pram, a man who was even like his own father. The man who knows best all the meaning of his laughter and crying all along.

“I think, just take care of you until you find the right person, you get married. I can be free with my life,”ucap Pram, glaring. Occasionally see the cries of Kailla who did not stop.

“You sacrificed your youth by marrying me, sacrificing feelings that might be love to marry me.”

Kaila digested the word for word that came out of her husband's lips.

“I am a man, I am more mature than you, so no one looks at my sacrifice, no one considers what I did a sacrifice. Out there, people see how lucky I am, to be able to marry a beautiful girl, a conglomerate daughter who is even more deserving of being my own daughter,”

“If anyone is willing to replace my position sincerely, I will give it up,” Pram said stammered, shed her tears.

“I don't know what scenario daddy made for my life.”

“I sacrificed my love. I left the woman I loved so much, without me knowing she was pregnant with my baby, just for daddy. It's not easy to leave and forget Anita. It took me years to forget. Until I choose to age myself. Won't get married before you get married and find the right guy.”

“My baby died and Anita ended up in a mental hospital. Do you think I don't feel guilty? Do you think, I can live quietly with all my sins,” said Pram slowly.

“Your miscarriage and your unclear feelings for me, I consider my karma for having sinned against women in my past. Have abandoned my own baby, even before he was born in the world,” Pram said stammering.

“You know how cruel daddy is to me. He didn't even give me a chance to breathe. He made me a loser. I was forced to choose between Anita or you. Faced with the choice of love for Anita or love for my family is you and daddy. Please try to think once if you are in my position.”

Pram sighed, his voice choked.

“In the end daddy came and thrust you to me. Her beloved daughter, who is guarded with strict escorts every day. The one he kept in the golden cage.”

“Am I suddenly able to free you, walk around here and there without an escort. Take you off like any other wife. When I am tired, I still have to take care of you. When I sleep too much, I have to make sure you're okay.”

“I'm sorry.” Kailla whispered softly.

“If you want to protest with your life, don't protest at me. Protest to God, why give birth to you as the daughter of Riadi Dirgantara.”

“If you want to complain about your freedom being deprived. I'm sorry for that. I just continued what daddy did. Why have you never complained to daddy before, but now bestow all grievances on your husband.”

“We're parted ways!” pram said, wiping his tears.

The last Pram's words made Kailla scatter sitting on Pram's lap. Linking his hands to Pram's neck, as usual kissed Pram's lips presumptuously. Even though Pram tried to reject him.

“I won't part with you,” whispered Kailla, in between her kisses.

Disappointed! Even Pram no longer wants to return his kiss.

“Darling, I'm sorry,” whispered Kailla, peeping a slightly wet Pram cheek.

“Honey, kiss me!” rengek Kailla with his pot, occasionally playing the collar of her husband's shirt.

“No kissing. Go home, and just think about it. Do not answer in a hurry. Think, how beautiful your world is when you are no longer the wife of Reynaldi Pratama,”.

“I don't want to go home. I just want to sit here,” Kailla said, leaning back and hugging her husband until Pram had trouble breathing.

“Take me off, Kai. I'm hungry now. Move out of my lap. I want to eat,” said Pram.

“No want!” reject Kailla.

“I'll bribe you,” continued Kailla again.

“Already, I will eat alone,” reject Pram, reach the package under Kinar.

Pram painstakingly opened one by one the supply box whose contents were appetizing. There is fried chicken soy sauce, shrimp sweet sour sausage and broccoli vegetables stored in it.

Kailla gulped at the contents of the lunch box that Kinar was carrying. Aroma and its appearance seduce to touch.

“No!” Kaila kicked the table all of a sudden. Not only Pram, the box was shaking on the table.

Kailla deftly tidied up the boxes that had already opened before her eyes.

“What else? You want to protest especially?” ask Pram.

“You can't have lunch with aunt Kinar's cooking. I have cooked for you,” said Kailla, has opened her food box.

“I cooked a special menu today for you,” said Kailla has started to look ordinary.

“Tadaaaaaaaa!” kailla's shock spread out both of her hands, showing the results of her preparations today.

“I made an omelet with vegetables in it. And here, there's your favorite soy sauce egg. I can't just ignore it. I know, you really idolize my eggs,” continued Kailla again, pointing to the mainstay menu.

“Already, please step aside!” pram's orders, push little Kailla's body to get out of her lap.

The man was just about to grab the spoon, but Kailla had already grabbed him first.

“I'll bribe you this time. You sit quietly. Just open your mouth and enjoy your special treat,” Kailla said, smiling.

“I'm sorry to sit on your lap, Mister,” Kailla said again with no shame, dropping her butt back, taking a comfortable position there. Seeing Pram unwilling to hug her as usual, Kailla was forced to grab her husband's hands and place them on his waist as usual.

“If you don't hug my waist. I will fall, and this box will be spilled. You have to hug her tightly, in order to enjoy your lunch,” continued Kailla trying to make things as usual.

“Well, open your mouth Darling!” pinta Kailla, scooping white rice with an omelet. Pram who had opened his mouth, glared when the spoon was not fed to him. But Kailla put it in her own mouth.

Pram's shock was not there, Kailla approached her lips. Spilling the contents in her mouth into the mouth of her husband who had not yet closed tightly, he said,

“No! I eat alone if you bribe me this way,” refused Pram, after swallowing his first feed.

The man hurriedly closed his mouth with his hands as Kailla was about to feed the two in the same manner.

Kailla had to swallow both mouthfuls. The rice and egg slid into his own throat.

“Why Dear? Let's open her mouth, I bribe you in the most romantic way,” Kailla persuaded.

“I don't want to,” refuse Pram shake, hold back his laughter.

“Why? I want to please you.” Kailla expressed her good intentions.

Pram's second trinket indicates that the man really does not want to be fed in such a strange way.

“Your soy sauce eggs are bland, the malika is still left in your mouth,” Pram clearly smiled, pointing towards his wife's lips.

“Oh yes? Good then, you can take it yourself from my mouth with your tongue,” Kailla said with no shame. She put her lips on her husband's lips. Fishing for a while, then let Pram mel”umatnya get to the deepest part.

“Already!” pram said, rubbing the tip of his lips after his hot kiss with Kailla.

“Let me eat by myself, Kai,” pinta Pram, take over the spoon and start eating normally.

The bribe after the bribe went into Pram's mouth, without any protest . Occasionally still feed the egg rice into the mouth of his wife who is still not willing to move from his lap.

“Don't see him again!” said Pram suddenly. He had just finished his last bribe.

“Iya.”

“I love you, dear,” whispered Kailla back to work spoiled.

“Iya, I know, but you like it too right?” ask Pram.

Kailla was silent, looking down back to shed tears.

“When we're not married, I can still accept that you like other men, but when you're my wife, I can't take it for granted.”

“As I said, get him out of your heart. There's my. I don't want to compete with other men in my own house. There can only be me and our children later,” pinta Pram.

“We do not have a good reason for marriage, but I hope we still have a good reason to stay in this marriage. I hope you can help me maintain this household.”

“Married to daddy, endure it. Have sacrificed so far, if you have to part, your sacrifice will not be in vain.”

“I don't want to part,” whispered Kailla slowly.

“Iya, I know. Learn to survive, because after this, there will be another Ditya-Ditya if you stay like this. If you keep playing with your feelings, can't manage your own heart.”

“That feeling will form by itself, when you meet often. That liking will be comfort and in the end you say it love.”

“Everyone must have been in your position by now. I still sometimes admire the beauty of other women, the perfection of other women but I limit it to the point of view. Does not include taste and heart in it.”

Kailla glared, preparing for wrath and hitting her husband's chest tight.

“Hahaha. Bullshitt if I say, I feel numb when I see a sexy woman pass in front of my eyes. Nonsense, if there is a naked beautiful woman in front of me, I do not swallow,” explained Pram.

“I'm still a real boy!” said Pram smiling.

The rounded eyes were increasingly holding anger. Kaila does not accept when her husband describes the things that make her jealousy even more heightened.

“Hahaha.I just exemplify that you are already angry. Just imagine how you would feel in my position, seeing and hearing my wife's voice talking and laughing with the other man behind me.”

“You saw Kinar come out of my study, you didn't accept it. Go to David's place, request the President's room cctv recording. Especially for my room, the cctv footage is in his hands. Whatever Kinar did while in my room, you can see it,” explained Pram.

Kailla closed her mouth, circling her gaze into the air. He immediately grimaced, covering his face in embarrassment. Remembering the crazy thing he's been doing. Pram just wanted to kiss her while she was here. Her husband refused to do more in his study.

“Yes God, David could see me bribing you earlier,” he whispered, rubbing his own lips, blushing in shame.

“He's not that sassy. He can only open it with my permission. Don't match my assistant with Sam!” grunts Pram.

“But if he steals see how?” kailla asked innocently, she was already preparing to rise from Pram's lap, but Pram held her back.

“Let's make David cheerfully resist his desire,” Pram said on his whim.

“Ha?!” Kailla barely believes Pram's mess.

“Let's kiss me like that. Hotter and if you can sigh more than usual,” whispered Pram, exhaling rough in the ear Kailla.

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To be continued

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Only one chapter. These two chapters are combined into one. Today is not hung, there is sweetness so that my dear readers can smile before crying again.

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