The President's Wife

Chapter 11: I Want You to Get Pregnant

Pram let out a long sigh, as he turned his gaze to Ricko who was also looking in the same direction.

“Why still see my wife?” ask Pram suddenly.

“There are no other women you can pursue?” pram asked annoyed.

“Sorry Sir,” said Ricko bowed.

Pram just shook his head, remembering how this man who was Kailla's assistant was able to get to his house.

“Bad brat the Bara! Let alone the Ricko chasing after his wife too, so it was given to me. Just trouble me!” grunts Pram.

Pram chose to go back to the room. He's really confused. Ever since finding her real mama back, her life has not calmed down. Often have to lie to his wife, not infrequently have to play cat-kissing as well.

“I have to how Kai. If I tell you the truth, it must end with your partner again asking to meet with mama,” said Pram, massaging his temple.

“I'd rather make you cry than anyone else. At least the pain I gave, will not make you destroyed,” continued Pram slowly, reaching for the handle of the room door.

Kaila was already curled up under the blanket, unwilling to talk to her. Seeing that, Pram chose to go down to prepare the food. He was sure, sure enough, that his wife hadn't eaten dinner.

***

Sam was enjoying the cold, hardened fried noodles on the table. While feeding noodles into the mouth, occasionally nagging. It's unclear who was the target.

“Part of working less Non Kailla. Everywhere if the birthday is bought a cake that has cream. This is made of fried noodles like this a lot. For what try!” Continuing scolding.

“For the praise of Mr. Pram, his wife is economical and good at saving. Huh!” grouch Sam.

“Huh! Fortunately, his birthday is once a year. If every day, can curl my intestines forced to eat this every day!” grumbling Sam, cut the hardened noodles with his spoon.

“You think I want a birthday every day,” said Pram suddenly already standing behind Sam.

“Gosh!” chirp Sam took off his spoon and fork, looking towards Pram.

“Sorry Sir,” said Sam lowered his head.

“Do not spend. Leave a plate for me,” command Pram, take off his suit. Throwing on the dining chair. His hands had already rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to the elbows.

“Good Sir,” said Sam.

“Sam, Kailla hasn't had dinner?” ask Pram. The handsome man had already grabbed the frying pan and heated the cooking oil.

“But Sir. He waited for Mr. Pram all night,” Sam's story.

“Oh... how is Kailla on campus? Anyone approached him?” pram asked again, seeing him check the temperature of the oil on the pan with his hands.

“No Sir, as ordered by Mr. Pram. Almost all students on campus already know that Non Kailla is married,” replied Sam.

Pram smiled, nodded.

“But Kailla doesn't know if all her friends know her status?” pram asks, take an egg and break it. Then put it in the frying pan.

“No Sir.”

“Observations Ricko! Don't let him touch Kailla again!” pram's orders.

“Good Sir.”

After finishing cooking a plate of fried rice with a flat egg, Pram took it into the room. Not to forget he brought along a plate of fried noodles made by Kailla.

Chequek!

Pram put a plate of fried rice and fried noodles on the table. Smiling looked at the back of Kailla who was covered in a blanket.

“Kai... wake Up Darling,” call Pram. Slowly shaking Kailla's shoulder.

Kailla remains silent, but Pram is convinced his wife is not sleeping. Kailla wouldn't be able to sleep if she hadn't made up.

He chose to lie down beside Kailla, hugging the tiny body from behind.

“Kai, forgive me,” whispered Pram in Kailla's ear.

Kailla pushed the rough face of the Pram who approached her.

“Come, we eat dear,” invite Pram, reach for Kailla's body to turn to look at her.

Pram smiled as he faced Kailla. His wife closed her eyes as much as possible in order not to see him. There were a few wrinkles on the corner of the eye and the eyelids were shaking.

“You're still pretending to sleep?” ask Pram again.

There's no answer. But the look on Kailla's face answered everything.

“Come open your eyes. Otherwise, my hands will work,” threatened Pram. His right hand had slipped into his wife's dress.

“Goodbye Honey! What clothes are you wearing in this dress?” tanya Pram after feeling a lot of rope entwine the beautiful body of Kailla.

“Kai Pram chuckles.

“Let's finish your food. Later we will continue our battle here.”

Kailla still did not want to answer, remained silent and closed her eyes.

“Come Darling. You need to eat. I'm gonna go all out tonight. There will be no safety, I promise I will throw all my seeds inside,” Pram told Kaila's surprise.

“Hah?!” Kailla was surprised, opening her eyes instantly.

“Yes, I'm serious. I want you to get pregnant Honey,” Pram obviously smiled.

“Sweetly serious?” kailla asked, starting to make a sound.

Pram nodded.

“I love you, don't be mad at me anymore. There is nothing more important in my life than you and our parents,” Pram said.

“You want to get pregnant for daddy right?” tanya Pram.

“Iya. ,” sahut Kailla nodded.

“Pregnant for my mama too,” said Pram suddenly, surprising Kailla. He was already clutching his wife's body, hugging tightly with a smile.

“Darling, what do you mean?” kailla asked confusedly, putting some distance on her face and Pram.

“Nothing, we eat now,” said Pram, switching talks.

Pram's hand had pulled Kailla up from her sleep.

“I cooked fried rice for you,” Pram said as they stood up. Pram pointed to two portions of food served on the table.

“Honey, Happy Birthday,” said Kailla sobbing, tiptoed hugging Pram's neck with both hands.

“Thanks for letting me get pregnant again,” continued Kailla again.

“Iya...,” sahut Pram, wrap one of his hands around Kailla's slender waist.

“Do not doubt me. There's something I haven't told you yet. But that doesn't mean I kept it secret intentionally. I have to make sure everything's okay. I must have said it at the right time.”

“What's up? Why not tell it now? I waited for you all this time,” Kailla said, still hugging her husband.

“I am not ready,” sahut Pram.

“You're not getting married again, are you? No more new wives, right?” kailla asked staring intently.

Pram did not answer, but directly carried Kailla ala bridal style.

“Ahhhhhhh! You surprised me!” kailla's grouse, surprised by Pram's sudden sling.

“Eat now! Don't ask too many questions. No other wife or wedding, my life is just yours!” pram said when he dropped Kailla on the sofa in a sitting position. Pram himself chose to kneel in front of Kailla. Put his head on his wife's lap.

“I want to spend time with you,” said Pram, hugging his wife's waist.

“You didn't eat Darling?” kailla asked, grabbing a plate of fried rice on the table.

“I'm still full, Honey,” says Pram.

“Come sit next to me. I'll bribe you,” pinta Kailla, smile. Pulling Pram's hand to sit by his side.

“I don't want anyone to bribe you other than me,” ask Kailla with the pot.

“Iya.... Honey,” replied Pram had opened his mouth. Let Kailla bribe him.

Pram's hand had already grabbed a plate of fried noodles made by Kailla.

“Just finish the fried rice. I'll finish your fried noodles.”

Kailla smiled.

Four years they spent together, there were many smiles, laughter, sorrow and even tears. Not infrequently they fought all day, but in the end they embraced each other in the middle of the night.

Kailla's changed a lot. Although sometimes still often naughty and troublesome Pram. But he's learned a lot.

“Kai, from tomorrow Ricko will be with me and Bayu will be with you,” Pram said suddenly.

“I don't want to!” reject Kailla.

***

Thanks though.

Love you all.