The President's Wife

Chapter 127: Mango Trees bear watermelon fruit 2

Pram woke up on the morning of dawn. Actually still not willing to take off his embrace, but for the sake of mutual security, he had to get out of the room immediately. Not wanting her presence to make Kailla go on a rampage for no reason like she already has.

A warm kiss was placed Pram right on Kailla's forehead, following a gentle swab, caressing her twin babies who were still curled up in her mommy's womb.

Pram's small movements had made Kailla's deep sleep disturbed, especially when Pram tried to escape from the winding hands of Kailla who embraced him so tightly. Pram could hear Kailla muttering indistinctly.

“Darling, I love you,” whispered Pram, right in Kailla's ear. His hands gently rubbed Kailla's back, so that his wife would fall asleep again.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Kailla umpteenth time. Whether conscious or not, she clasped tightly onto her husband's body, slipping back into Pram's warm embrace.

“I love you,” Kailla muttered in her sleep.

The two corners of the man's lips were pulled upwards hearing Kailla's declaration of love. He had heard that phrase often before. Especially during his secret departure to Austria, there were dozens or even hundreds of times Kailla said love for him in the sobs recorded by cctv cameras.

Pram was moved to look back at the recording, while asleep Kailla still begged him to return. There was a lot of regret at seeing how Kailla had missed days without her during this month.

How heavy Kailla went through the early days of pregnancy without her embrace. Not to mention the nausea, vomiting that his wife experienced almost every time, until Kailla chose not to eat and finally the body was weak and not powerful.

And now, was the time to make up for a month that had passed in his absence. Maybe he had to be more patient again to deal with the sensitive and easily provoked Kailla emotions when he saw it.

Kailla's pregnancy makes Pram throw away his ego. No longer looking for who is right, who is wrong in his household problems. Can no longer defend opinions and decisions that have been desperately considered right.

Everything becomes useless. Kailla's pregnant. And all it takes is his presence, his affection, his patience and his love.

Kailla doesn't need him to be a great and strong man in the eyes of the world. Right now, Kailla just needs his embrace, his protection, his understanding, his attention and comfort from her.

If for the sake of Kailla and her baby, again she had to give up and be patient, she would do it. Maybe this is the answer to her prayers every night at a time when their relationship is on the brink of divorce. The presence of her twin babies, like slapping her, reminds her of her weakness as a husband.

Pram walked slowly, sneaking out of his room. Didn't want to wake Kailla, who now needs a longer break. Because Kailla's not alone. There are their children who need their mothers to stay healthy and always happy.

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Pram was still sleeping face down in his in-laws' room when the noise from the front of the house rubbed him. The noise that initially infiltrated into the dream realm, the longer it sounded real.

Turn around to stretch his stiff body muscles due to sleeping in an abnormal position. She was instantly awake when the morning sunlight came in to shine shamelessly, lunging at her sleepy face.

“Who is noisy this early?” he said with a hoarse voice. Trying to sharpen his hearing to make sure everything goes in place.

Pram immediately jumped down when he heard the voice of Kailla who was arguing with someone. A quick peek out of the bedroom window, making sure his wife is okay.

“Kailla,” whiskey Pram.

Jump to the bathroom, wash your face and lung out of the room with a quick run. He could not see anymore, even stepping two steps to get to Kailla's place.

“What is this?” pram asked when he was outside the house, seeing for himself the commotion between Kailla and Sam. There were no other assistants around them.

“Non Kailla wants to bring your own car. He said he wanted to find mangoes,” to Sam, asked for a defense. He's trying to hold off Kailla, who's taking her own car, looking for mangoes all by herself, unaccompanied.

“Hah?!” Pram still can't catch it completely.

“At the back of the house, Kai. Why should look out,” said Pram.

“After all, it's still too early. Why eat mango early this morning,” said Pram.

“I don't want the one behind the house. I want mangoes from someone else's tree,” explained Kailla with a sullen face, still pushing each other with Sam standing guard at the car door. Doesn't allow Kailla to get in and drive her own car.

“Come Sam, move! Otherwise I'll hit you!” threatening Kailla encourages Sam to shift.

Just now Sam was about to retaliate, pushing Kailla a little away from him, but Pram was already glaring and warning her.

“Sam! My wife is pregnant. You should never push it even if it's just a small push! I will kill you, until you dare to do it,” threatened Pram, immediately made Sam shrink. Like a thousand-footed caterpillar with its tail. Moreover, Pram's gaze was so terrifying. Sharp and poke at him.

“Gosh! Ckckck! Just touching can't? Incredibly your husband, Non.” whispered Sam softly, afraid that his voice might be heard by Pram.

“Why? You don't like. Huh?!” todong Pram, pointing his index finger at Sam.

“You've dared to argue with me?” continued Pram.

“Ti-no Sir, sorry,” said Sam stammered, lowered his head and upset himself.

“I want to be alone,” said Kailla slowly. He wants to do it himself, if he invites Pram or anyone, surely they will not want to obey his wishes.

Not long Pram has come back out in a neat shiny suit. However, his eyes were rounded when he saw that Kailla was already in the car and driving the car preparing to get out. As for Sam, his assistant was just watching on the sidelines while yelling and banging on the car glass.

“Non! Come down, don't be like this, later Mr. Pram scolded me,” persuaded Sam, shouted at the side of the car. Kaila who had not driven a car for a long time seemed to be advancing with a falter.

“SAM!!” yelled Pram annoyed.

“How can Kailla get in the car?” nagel Pram's.

“I'm just asking you to look after Kailla. You are not so damn!” pram continued, running against Kailla's car.

“I have to how Sir. I wanted to ban him from entering, but I couldn't touch him. Well this is how it became,” complained Sam, returning his words to Pram.

Pram already stretched out his hands, put his body to hold the speed of his wife's car. Luckily Kailla still remembered where the gas pedal was and where the brake pedal was so that the black car did not hit her husband's body. Stop right in front of Pram.

“What the hell is this! Move!” kailla's nagging, pulled her head out of the car window. Waving his hand asked Pram to step aside.

“Come now, Kai. I'll drive you to find the mango,” persuaded Pram, hit the hood while walking towards the side of the car and asked his wife to get off.

“I want to go alone, not far away anyway. Only near the complex.”

“I want a mango near that field,” whine Kailla.

“Yang fruiting watermelon. Yesterday I came home from the hospital, I saw him. Many fruits. This year is really fruitful mango” Kailla asserted.

Pram nodded, trying to soften Kailla.

“Iya, let's get down, honey. I'll take you there. You want how many, I'll pick all for you,” persuade Pram again.

"I don't want to" Kailla explained, squeezing the steering wheel of her car.

“I'll climb it for you, darling,” persuade Pram with full gentleness. A beautiful smile was offered to his wife, hoping that Kailla would soften.

"Tell me, Kai. Everything you want, I will definitely obey" Pram said.

"I promise," continued Pram, showing his index and middle fingers standing parallel.

“I don't want you to climb it, I want to climb it myself. I'll pick it myself. I want to eat directly on the tree,” explained Kailla, with a sad look.

Recollecting how he used to sulk at his daddy to be willing to climb a mango tree in his old housing complex.

Deg—

Pram gulped, running out of words hearing Kailla's request. How could she let a young pregnant Kailla climb a mango tree, even though she knew Kailla was an expert and trained as a child to climb.

“NO!!” reject Pram firmly.

Sam, who was standing not far from Pram, spoke up.

“Pak, if the cravings do not work, usually his son likes ileran,” obviously Sam also pomp Pram. It had been imagined in front of his eyes Pram who was dizzy following the request of his other wife than others.

“Newly this time there is a wife craving mango, want to pick yourself from the tree. Indeed Non Kailla is amazing,” muttered Sam, holding back his laughter when he saw the face of Pram's confusion.

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To be continued

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