The President's Wife

Chapter 112: Towards Kailla Graduation

Pram is seen coming down from a sports car in casual clothes accompanied by Bayu, an assistant who always follows wherever the boss goes. Complete with sunglasses and a flaming white shirt that makes him look even more handsome in his ripe age. The forgotten plain earrings are removed, the remnants of delinquency in his teenage years.

Since yesterday, he has taken a leave of absence from work to rest his body which dropped every morning in the last few days. In addition, he wanted to spend more time with his wife, who was later often at war with him. Maybe the job made him ignore Kailla more and for that he had to fix it.

The restaurant located on the third floor of a five-star hotel was chosen by Pram to be his meeting place with Dityaa. Previously the two handsome men are different backgrounds, have met to discuss the same thing, namely women who are none other than Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.

Pram arrived first, apparently sitting cross-legged at the table that Stella had ordered before. The man is seen sitting back leaning while sipping black coffee ordered.

Before long, from the direction of the door appeared Ditya Halim Hadinata with her favorite color work suit and a warm smile. The man was accompanied by his assistant, Matt and two bodyguards who stood guard outside.

“Good day, Mr. Reynaldi Pratama,” said. Plunge the body elegantly in the seat opposite his interlocutor.

“Pram. Call me Pram only,” cut Pram, trying to melt the atmosphere, even though their conversation is actually not a normal friendship.

“Pram.” Ditya repeated, smiling at the man in front of him who was almost ten years old with him.

Pram replied, smiling cynically. Not opening a voice to answer the stale bases of the interlocutor. With her seat up, Pram took off her sunglasses.

“Actually lazy to talk about personal problems with outsiders, but what to do. When a stranger suddenly entered my private territory and messed up in it,” Pram said opening the conversation.

“However, this is my last attempt to fight for my place as a husband, who felt his rights and obligations were intervened by another man,”.

“Bay, can leave us!” pram's orders, to his assistant who had been standing behind him since. The eagle's eyes smiled sinisterly looking at Ditya, turning to look at Matt.

“OK, Matt leave us!” ditya's orders, quite understand the meaning of the piercing view of his interlocutor.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, not even a servant dared to approach just to ask for orders. The two were silent, talking to each other through the eyes.

Pram is seen removing a blue velvet-coated jewelry box from his pants pocket. Lay it slowly onto the table and push it gently across to the middle of the table that looks empty.

“I give it back to you. Thank you for your gift to my wife. As her husband, I feel entitled to refuse.”

Ditya smiled, staring at the jewelry box that he was familiar with.

“It was just a gift for his bachelor degree,” said Ditya, slowly.

“I don't know what your purpose is to give this expensive gift to my wife. Your relationship with my wife does not mean you have the right to give her this expensive gift. Tell me what's your purpose? Do you not feel guilty for destroying my pride as her husband,” Pram said, looking closely at the manic eyes in front of her.

“Meeting a married woman without her husband's permission. Is it worth mentioning the deeds of a real man?” ask Pram again, scathing quip.

Ditya. “It seems like there was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to disturb your relationship. Our meeting was only in the hospital. It also addresses the issue of daddy. We are just friends,” said Ditya.

Pram chuckles. “I checked all my wife's cell phone contents. I even have a recording of your conversation,” story Pram.

“I mean it or not, intentionally or not, but you have disrupted my relationship with Kailla” Pram said, closing her eyes. It was impossible to tell the man in front of her that Kailla liked her. It is impossible to be frank with the world, if his wife is so unstable and easily shaky.

“Sorry then,” said Ditya suddenly, downcast. Not long after that man raised his eyes again.

“Take back your gift box. As Kailla's husband, I feel entitled to give it back to you,” Pram said.

Pram's face was slightly softened, with both hands on the table. Pay attention to every movement of his opponent, without blinking and ready to challenge.

“You can give him later, when he is not tied to any man,” Pram said bluntly.

“Please stay away from my wife! Don't make him look guilty by constantly meeting him,” pinta Pram.

Pram stood up without waiting for Ditya's answer. Grabbing the sunglasses off the table, then leaving Ditya unexcused. His feelings were chaotic when he met face to face with Ditya. If you obey his ego, already want to beat the man does not know himself so battered.

However, it felt too childish to fight over a woman. He was no longer young, it was a shame to struggle in the crowd, so everyone was watching because of a woman's problem, even if it was his wife. He has full rights to Kailla, for what he has to fight for something that belongs to him.

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Kaila woke up from her sleep with a fluffy smile, rushing towards the bathroom. Today is his graduation day. Of course happy after four years of struggle. Falling awake, passing through many things from the first year to this second. Not boredom and saturation who took part in the trip during his college.

And of course, his achievement today can not be separated from Pram's support. The man who still lay face down on the bed comfortably, was the figure who escorted him toga today. The most meritorious figure who supported him became a scholar.

That morning, like the early mornings before, Pram's condition remained the same, going nauseous and vomiting every morning, joining the headache that made it difficult to wake up in the morning. Fortunately, the condition will gradually disappear by noon.

“Honey, please get me my headache medicine,” the door on Kailla. His wife had just come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a chest towel.

A tempting sight. If he is not having a headache, it is certain that he will devour his wife to the point of not being left alone.

“We should go to the doctor,” take Kailla, hand over a medicine and a glass of water.

“Let me go! I have to get ready. Today I'm graduating, honey,” Kailla said, pleading. It's not that Kailla doesn't understand her husband. Age can be fairly old, but Pram desire never decreases with age.

“There is still time. It's only six in the morning. Come on, accompany me here,” pinta Pram with a pinched face.

Pram's hands pull tight enough, making Kailla fall in his arms lying down. Towels that had been neatly wrapped, now exposed, messy showing smooth thighs that asked to be touched.

“I need extra medicine. Let's help me get rid of my nausea,” pinta Pram again. Already tightly locked Kailla's waist with both hands. His eyes were still closed, trying to endure the headache that was struggling, still not wanting to disappear.

“Ah... Not that you are sick. Why is it still so violent,” complained Kailla, when she found the hand of her husband who touched her body without permission. Gently rubbing his thighs smooth and uphill to the top.

“You teased me first. Why only wear a towel like this,” Pram goda. Deftly the burly hand had already taken off Kailla's towel and threw it roughly to the floor.

“After all the headaches, my other body is still healthy,” continued Pram again.

Still in a lying position, Pram rolled Kailla's body to sleep on her side.

“Let me enjoy the warmth of my wife's body,” pinta Pram, both hands tightly clutched the body of Kailla who was behind her. Occasionally giving a wet kiss on his naked wife's back, Kailla brushes.

Not to mention the mischievous hands that cupped the twin mounds occasionally played a stiffening peak.

“Kai, why is this harder than usual? What because you want to come month?” ask Pram to wonder himself. His fingers were still playing there agilely, twisting and twisting making Kailla crazy.

“Aaaahhhhhh.., I don't know,” screams Kailla while sighing, eyes closed enjoying the mischief of her husband's hand.

“Ssttt! Don't be so tight. You can wake up the whole house,” whispered Pram, blowing a rough breath in his wife's ear.

“What date is it today? You haven't got your period this month, have you?” tanya Pram. This time, Pram's mischievous hands chose to cupper the two twin hills, squeezing and enjoying his suppleness.

“Indeed it's too late?” ask Kailla confused. His brain came to think, although it could be sure not to get the answer. Kaila has never been interested in such things. Often forget the date and day.

Kailla never remembers her menstrual schedule which sometimes backs out and forwards from the date it was supposed to. And it has become Pram's job to remember to prepare pads for him. He just had to scream and Pram would stop by the supermaket to buy him after work.

Not even infrequently, he had to wake Pram who was sleeping, when the monthly guest came in the middle of the night when he ran out of stock pads.

For this reason, Pram now understands everything better. He knew Kailla was very careless and did not care for such little things that would eventually trouble him.

In the past Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida will ensure all the needs of Kailla, but since marriage all the personal needs of Kailla more taken care of Pram. The man had memorized all brands of powder, lipstick to his wife's perfume. From skincare to Kailla's bath soap. Ask him, all that stuff about Kailla, he's done.

Even Pram has memorized everything from before marrying Kailla. The size of the shirt, pants, dress to the interior of Kailla. What he does not know. He's been taking care of Kailla since red, you could say that Kailla's growth has always been monitored by her. Even he enjoyed the development of twin mounds that are getting bigger and bigger, until finally Kailla refused to be near him when she felt mature enough.

Kailla never fusses. Since childhood he was served as a princess, until marriage was still the same. Kailla just needs to pick up her phone and contact her husband, in a moment Pram will order her secretary to take care of all her needs.

“Looks not yet, still two three days away,” said Pram finally, after a long time of thinking.

The two were still hugging in the same position, as a rough knock on the door of the room accompanied by a thunderous cry of Bayu.

“Bos! Boss!” shouts Bayu, shocking.

Both of them got up from their sleep. Pram who was fully dressed, jumped out of bed. Pulling a blanket over his wife's naked body.

“What's Bay?” ask Pram. Frowning saw Bayu's unusual face.

“Mother Citra in hospital. Unconscious, falling in the bathroom. Kinar has since contacted, but the Boss phone is not connected,” Bayu story, panic.

Pram was surprised, closing the room door tightly.

“Kai, I have to meet mama,” she explained, unscrewing her nightwear. Lost already his headache, disappeared already nauseanya.

“Mama why?” kailla asked confusedly. Her husband immediately changed clothes, without bathing first.

“Mama in the hospital.”

“I how?” kailla asked with a sad look.

“I will follow to your place, once mama has improved,” sahut Pram, return to walk in closet and take the suit that will be worn at Kailla graduation event.

“I'll take him in the car,” Pram continued. The man kissed a glimpse of his wife's lips, before exiting leaving the still stunned Kailla holding back a cry.

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To be continued

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