The President's Wife

Chapter 118: I will fight

“And if our marriage is indeed a mistake, maybe divorce is the answer,” continued Pram.

A line that never occurred would come out of her husband's lips. Kaila flinched, as Pram said it with confidence. Like lightning striking suddenly, without rain let alone a storm, all so suddenly like a dream.

He knows Pram not every day, they miss a lot of stories, a lot of stories, a lot of flavors that can not be thrown away. Their husband and wife relationship may have only been established for four years, but for 24 years, they have a relationship that is impossible to forget.

Kailla's warm embrace with both hands locked tightly around Pram's waist, immersing her face inside the chest of the male field sitting right by her side. Unbutton Pram's top three and dip his face there.

“What are you doing, Kai?” ask Pram, wonder. The man still struggles to spend a bowl of meatballs for Kailla's sake does not sulk at him, but Kailla's behavior is even strange like this. Busy to circulate his hot and sweaty body because of the spiciness of Mother Ida's concoction.

“Honey, get rid of your face!” pinta Pram again. Kailla suddenly kissed and gently rubbed the chest of the field that was drenched in sweat.

“I'm enjoying your scent,” whispered Kailla, still reluctant to finish the activity.

Deg—

Pram seemed to think for a moment. Weaving together memory pieces like dejavu. His eyes glare. Until finally, he opened his voice with a panicked face.

“Tell me, you've got your period this month?” ask Pram. Recalling how Kailla missed her first pregnancy never to get away from her. Just want to enjoy the scent of his body like he does now.

Kailla. Pram immediately smiled excitedly.

“So morning there was a little fleck in my underwear, maybe soon I will get it,” continued Kailla, making Pram melt instantly.

“Alright, I have to go back to the office now,” said Pram. Stand up and shift back his chair after breaking away from the tight turns of Kailla's hand.

“Make me pasta,” pinta Kailla, half whining.

“I want your homemade pasta,” continued Kailla, pleading with the pot.

Pram smiled with a headband presenting a firm rejection. “I'll make it tomorrow afternoon. I will visit you again,” said Pram.

“Ah.. Why not stay here! Before marriage, we often lived together, often sharing a room together. Why now keep your distance from me,” complained Kailla.

“You kissed me too. Before and after marriage, our relationship is the same. Come on, don't be like this. I don't like it,” pinta Kailla, by its means.

“Even if my husband doesn't come back, I want my Omku to stay as it used to be,” continued Kailla, hugging Pram's waist from behind.

“Kai, already. I have to go to the office now,” said Pram, closing his eyes. Almost destroyed because of Kailla.

“You can't go anywhere before solving our problem,” insists Kailla.

Pram stunned, pecking in place. Kailla's warm embrace and heartbeat stuck to her back were clear. Almost weak in his own decisions.

“The company I slept with as usual, after that I only allowed you to the office. Don't say no! As Omku, you often do it first,” pinta Kailla, still stuck to Pram's back, looking for comfort.

“Colah. Didn't you say that the disconnected is only our husband and wife relationship. Our previous relationship will remain the same. Let's go back to our relationship before the wedding,” Kailla persuaded.

“Kai, don't be like this,” pinta Pram.

“I don't want to lose you, Mr. Deputy Director,” Kailla said, reminding Pram to return to his post before marriage.

“Before getting married, you always treated me the same. Always hugging and kissing my forehead warm. Will run away from your important meeting for the President's favorite daughter,” remembers Kailla.

“Kai..”.

“Let's stay together like we used to. We are not married and not married, our relationship is the same. Marriage only makes us share warmth in bed. The rest is the same. Isn't that so Dear Omku,” pinta Kailla.

“You stay in the apartment, I'll come too. I will occupy my old room,” insists Kailla.

“But stubborn child. Come on I'll accompany you to bed.” Finally the Pram gave up.

Kailla smiled behind a burly back, tightening her arms to celebrate her victory.

“Contact David, ask him to continue your work now!” kailla's orders.

“Kai!” Pram turned to look at Kailla.

“I am the daughter of the owner of the company. My dad's in a coma, so now I have the right to make a decision. As deputy director, you have no right to argue,” asserted Kailla.

“Make me pasta, after that accompany me to sleep!” kailla's orders.

“Kai, don't be like this.”

“I'll have Sam and Ricko help me make a mess like before if you insist on going to the office,” Kailla threatened, taking off her arms.

Pram according to this time. Not to argue a bit. Kaila never messed around with her threats. Even he could destroy a house and its contents at a time like this.

Seen Pram thinking.

In the end the man unbuttoned his suit and threw it on the chair. Removing the buttons on his shirt sleeve, rolling the shirt hand up to the elbow.

On the other hand, Kailla smiled at the back of her husband who was behind her. Pram was busy with the pot on the stove.

“I'm sorry, Honey. If you give up and stop fighting for me and our household. Then it's time I fight for you and our marriage.”

The sound of busyness in front of the stove was clearly heard. The sound of tap water pouring mixed with the sound of fire on the stove as well as a smoke vacuum machine. Kaila smiled with her hands folded over her chest, leaning against the island table while enjoying a backup of her husband with a spoon in his hand. Stir the pot regularly.

Both activities were interrupted as the phone in the suit pocket rang. Pram and Kailla stared in the same direction.

“Let me alone! You keep cooking!” kailla orders, pointing her index finger at the husband.

The closer standing position makes Kailla faster and easier to reach for the thin phone hiding in a suit pocket. A faint smile appeared as David's name was on the screen. Without waiting, Kailla immediately shifted the green button and spoke.

“Dave, I'm busy with my husband. Please take care of all his work in the office!” kailla orders without hearing David's explanation first.

Pram turned around, starting to get annoyed with Kailla's random act. “Kai, don't do this. Let me talk to David. I'm afraid there's something important he wants to discuss with me,” pinta Pram is still in his soft tone.

“Alright, but you still can't go anywhere,” said Kailla, thrusting the phone into Pram's hands.

“Iya, how's Dave?” pram asked, after Kailla allowed him to take the call.

“Continue. I can't go anywhere,” explained Pram, smiling as he felt Kailla's hand suddenly hug him. Turn her back from behind.

“Alright, have fun!” david chuckled from across.

The phone connection was cut off. Kaila asked for Pram's phone back. Letting her husband concentrate on his pas.

“Aih, you are so sweet, dear,” seductive Kailla, put her body back on, leaning spoiled on the busy man in front of the stove.

“Already, sit at the dining table there. You make it difficult for me to move, soon I can die of lack of air because your winding is too tight,” complained Pram.

“Need artificial breath?” hail Kailla, by pulling and exhaling coarse breath.

“No, I fear caliph again,” said Pram, shaking his head imagining what Kailla is currently doing to hold him back.

“It's okay. We are not officially separated. Come on, let's do it one more time. Who knows after this you change your mind,” said Kailla, teasing Pram. Back unbutton the remaining Pram shirt.

“Kai, don't be like this!” reject Pram.

“Come, quickly finish your past. I miss you now,” whispered Kailla softly, in a sluggish tone.

“No, last night I made a mistake.”

“This is not a mistake dear, but I seriously want it,” said Kailla reasoned, gently rubbing Pram's bare chest that had been perfectly opened.

All efforts will be made by Kailla to make Pram change his decision. Even if you have to give up. Never thought in the slightest, Pram would take out the word divorce on her.

Their marriage, which was only four years old, was not based on love. Even to this very second, Kailla was still searching. Still learning to love itself.

“I want to keep this wedding. I don't want a divorce,” asserted Kailla suddenly.

“I'm not ready to face daddy until he knows we're going our separate ways. Can we not get divorced until daddy wakes up?” kailla asked, starting to cry.

Pram immediately released the spoon in his hand. The sound of the clanking of spoons hitting the pot made a heart-wrenching noise.

“If you don't want to fight anymore, I will keep fighting to the limit of my ability,” whispered Kailla, sobbing.

“Didn't you tell me how to defend that household by struggling and succumbing. Now I will fight for our marriage and I will wait for you to succumb to your own decision,” Kailla said, tightening her arms.

***

“I have to go to the office!” pamit Pram, kiss Kailla's forehead at a glance.

Pram got up and put on his shirt in a hurry, not even having time to clean up after his heated struggle with Kailla just now. Sweat is still pouring wet with bad breath.

A little upset by Kailla's actions that forced her to spill all her seeds inside at the moment she wanted to throw them out.

“Inside only, I'll get my periods. It won't affect anything,” explained Kailla

Kaila makes Pram not wart and does not argue at all. According to the buffalo that shuffled his nose.

“You came home here tonight right?” kailla asked, still clutching the blanket, covering her innocent body.

Pram was silent, staring at Kailla for a moment. Then he continued to button his black shirt.

“Come on, accompany me again tonight,” pinta Kailla. He had already gotten off the bed, with a plain body without a thread, walked with a gleam and shamelessness towards the walk in closet, looking for the Pram tie left there.

“I will wait for you,” whispered Kailla as she stood in front of her husband, draped the long tie and put it on Pram's neck as usual.

“I don't know yet,” suhut Pram,

Honestly, the man began to worry about his own decision after their beautiful unification that had just occurred.

“You keep asking me to accompany you in the middle of our divorce proceedings, you are not afraid of getting pregnant.” Pram reminded.

A sneaky smile appeared on the pretty face of Kailla who was still sweating. Breath up and down was still clearly visible on the chest plain with some signs of redness Pram sculpture.

“If I get pregnant, you won't leave me. How strong is the reason for our divorce, you will not divorce me if I am pregnant,” Kailla said with confidence. His face then bowed, staring at his bare feet.

“Because I know, you're just like me. You won't let your child grow up without his parents. Even though you have to sacrifice feelings for a lifetime. I'll do the same. As much as I hate you, I can't possibly let my son grow up without complete parents.”

“We both know how sad it is to grow up without both parents,” continued Kailla, smiling.

“If you don't want to part ways to desperately ask me to impregnate you now, you shouldn't try playing with fire with your own feelings before. Learn, Kai,” said Pram.

“I beg you to come home tonight. I'll be waiting for you,” pinto Kailla, grab Pram's hand and hold it.

“I see first. We should split up temporarily, so that we have room to reflect on our mistakes during this time. I'm also guilty of a lot of you,” Pram said.

“I beg you,” pinta Kailla expectantly.

“I'll call you later,” sahut Pram, peek and as usual scramble the origin of the head of Kailla.

“I love you,” prevent Kailla. He still had time to hold Pram's footsteps, peeping those stiff lips at a glance.

“If you don't want to kiss my lips again, I will do it for you. I'm waiting for you to come home tonight,” Kailla said as she held back her tears.

***

Pram had just stepped out of the house, but as he was about to approach his black sports car, the phone rang. Frowning when looking at a foreign phone number, which has not been stored in his contacts.

His eyes were perfectly rounded when he heard the information conveyed by the caller from across.

“I'll be leaving soon, Please take care of everything for me!” sahut Pram, immediately enter and drive his car at full speed.

***

To be continued

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