The President's Wife

Chapter 12: Jealous of Ala Pram.

Four years Pram and Kailla passed together, there were many smiles, laughter, sorrow and even tears. Not infrequently they fought all day, but in the end they would hug 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. His face turned sullen, taking off his fried rice plate.

“Sweet why?” pram asked, trying to hide his dislike.

Which husband is not jealous, when his wife is so dependent and does not want to part with other men besides her.

“I don't want to be with Bayu, I want Ricko, Honey,” pinta Kailla.

“Once in a while, let me see his performance Dear,” Pram explained, trying to hold back the jealousy that would soon explode inside his chest. The more Kailla heard her whining, the more she smothered Pram's chest.

Kailla did not reply, only grunting in annoyance.

“Why not want Bayu? Why should Ricko. Sometimes it's okay,” asked Pram still trying to fish.

“I don't want to. I'm comfortable with Ricko!” sahut Kailla firmly.

Pram could only smile wryly. Right now he was measuring, how deep Kailla felt about her assistant.

“I just borrowed it for a while, why are you so possessive Kai.” Pram expressed his opinion, but in reality he was hiding his jealousy.

“No, I won't lend Ricko to anyone, including you. He's my guy!” kailla was sure.

“Just swap with Donny, daddy's assistant. But not mine!” kailla.

“If I, can be exchanged no?” pram asked, he finally gave up. Proffering himself, whether his wife will be as possessive as it is also looking after him.

You mean, you want to exchange for Ricko or something, honey?” kailla asked confusedly.

Hearing Kailla's question, a brilliant idea came to Pram's mind. Maybe he can tell you how important it is, a Pram in Kailla's life. Can be replaced with Ricko.

“Iya..” Pram tried to agree.

Kailla seemed to think, looking at Pram from top to bottom. From the head of the hair to the end of the foot. His thumb and index finger were pinning the tip of his chin. Her forehead creased, thinking of the exchange between the husband and the assistant.

“Increase exchangeable Dear? You don't mind?” kailla asked, flirting with her husband.

“I will make you pregnant now, if you dare to exchange me with her!” pram's nagging, without waiting for Kailla's answer. His jealousy was in the crown, but his wife was playing tricks on him.

“I want Dear!” kailla replied with a giggle.

“Kailla! Your outrageousness!” nagel Pram's.

“How dare you swap me for that assistant!” continued Pram nagging.

Kailla had already rushed away, away from the reach of Pram's hand.

“Honey, don't come near!” pinta Kaila pointed her index finger, when she saw Pram start running towards her.

Kailla had already run up onto their soft bed.

“Darling, don't try to get close,” pinta Kailla, grab a roll and throw it at the husband.

“Here you!” pram's orders, smile nosy.

Pram hasn't bullied Kailla for a long time. He was too busy taking care of office work and his mother, so he did not have time to just harass his spoiled little wife.

“Don't approach Darling. You cheated! Steps widely. I can't possibly win a run with you!” gerutu Kailla, throw away everything on their bed.

Bruk!!!

Kailla had already jumped down from the bed, her goal right now was their room door. Being in this narrow room is certain Pram will catch it easily.

Kaila ran, grabbed the doorknob and laughed as she managed to get out safely, without touching her husband who also started tailing behind her.

“Sam! Help me!” kailla shouted with a laugh, running down the stairs. Heading to the tv room where Sam and Ricko are enjoying a football match.

“Jeez Rick, why did his brawling ball supporter get here!” chirps Sam, watching Kailla running down the stairs and Pram tailing behind her.

“Sam, help me! She'll pounce on me,” Kailla laughed pointing at her husband, grabbing Sam's arm and pushing her assistant's body forward.

“Non, I don't dare to be with him,” said Sam hesitated. Reselecting.

“Rick, let's have your turn!” kailla orders, asking her handsome assistant to come forward against Pram.

“Who dares to oppose this old tiger!”

Give me my wife, Sam. Double bonus at the end of the month,” pinta Pram instantly makes Sam smile.

“Non, meningan just give up.” Sam persuades Kailla. The shadow of his account that would crunch at the end of the month, made his smile crackle.

“Bad you Sam. Your price is only a double bonus!” gerutu Kailla was upset.

Kailla walks limp, approaching Pram who smiles at her.

“I don't want to play anymore Dear,” said Kailla, hugging tightly Pram's arm.

“Let them continue watching the ball and we continue our delayed ball game,” Pram said, raising both eyebrows.

“Honey, tomorrow I will visit daddy,”, said Kailla walking up the stairs, while leaning her head on Pram's stocky arm.

“Then, we look at daddy together. How?” tanya Pram.

“Alright!”

“Darling, this week we also went to mama's grave huh. I've missed him,” pinta Kailla is still struggling spoiled.

“Iya..,” say Pram smile.

“What else do you want?” ask Pram.

Kailla. “I don't want anything anymore. My life is perfect because of the three of you,” Kailla replied, smiling.

***

That morning Pram and Kailla were ready. Kailla with her assistant about to leave for campus, Pram himself with Bayu's escort departs for the office.

Kailla had just gotten into the car taking the most comfortable position, when Pram suddenly walked in and sat down next to her.

“Honey, what are you doing here?” ask Kailla wonder.

“Introducing you to campus,” replied Pram with his leisure.

“Wood?” ask Kailla wonder.

“Tuh!” pointing to the back of the car, it looks like the car that Bayu drives tailed.

“Lack of work!” nagging Kailla.

“Honey, come here,” pinta Pram pulled Kailla leaning on her shoulder as usual. Pram's eyes were currently glancing towards Ricko who was driving in front.

“You forgot to kiss me this morning Dear,” said Pram reminded. He deliberately spoke quite loudly, making sure Ricko could hear his words.

Kailla seemed to think. “It looks like it's been, darling. I still remember clearly,” Kailla said, still trying to remember.

“Alright then.”

The cup! A light kiss draped Kailla on Pram's lips. A fleeting kiss, hardly felt.

“Honey,” Reply Kailla.

“Why are you so weird?” ask Kailla again, astonished.

“Nothing strange Dear,” sahut Pram reaffirms.

Pram's view never escaped Ricko. From the beginning of getting into the car, he had already noticed all of Ricko's gestures.

However, he had to keep his wife from becoming entangled with the charm of his assistant.

To be continued

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Next on :

Pram and Kailla have just come out of a restaurant, when Ibu Citra calls Pram's name.

“Pram...,” greet Mother Citra who recognizes her son.

Ibu Citra who was alone with Kinar was surprised to see Kailla who was struggling spoiled in Pram's arm.

“Isn't this woman also the one Pram brought to meet at the hospital,” Inner Mother Citra.

“Ma....,” greeting Pram on the mama who was staring intently at Kailla.