The President's Wife

Chapter 13: Surgaku On the Palm of His Foot

That morning, the streets of the capital were pretty good. It didn't take long, Ricko had stopped his car not far from the gate of Kailla's campus.

Sam, you jumped down first. Running away after saying goodbye to her two employers.

“Pak, Non Kailla, I go first,” say goodbye Sam, as if understanding the hearts of married couples who are still at home hugging each other in the back seat.

“Rick, can leave us a minute!” pinta Pram breaks down the daydreams of Ricko, a handsome assistant who is still reluctant to leave. He still felt at home stealing the eyes of the couple from the husband and wife in the back of the rearview mirror.

“Good sir,” said, forced to leave. Get out of the car, and let Pram and Kailla have a private room.

“Darling, I'm on my way now yes,” says kailla to an adult male who still looks handsome at the age of 44 years.

Pram sighed deeply, before tightly hugging his wife's petite body.

“I'm still not willing to let you go, honey,” whispered Pram in between a kiss on the top of Kailla's head.

“Do we skip today?” pram asked, tightening his embrace.

“Sayang....,” call Kailla with spoiled strains as usual.

“Hmmmmm,” murmur Pram enjoys the heady scent of Kailla hair every time.

“Let me go directly to the hospital or to the office first?” kailla asked, playing Pram's chin with his flip-flops. Seductive handsome husband who always looks at her full of cravings.

“Ke office only yes. We had lunch together. After that just visited daddy,” replied Pram, giving distance to their faces.

Smiling looked at his adorable wife this morning.

The cup!The cup!The cup!

Pram's consecutive kisses were all over Kailla's face. Wet and make a thin make-up polish on the pretty face of Kailla damaged instantly.

“Ah...... Honey, you ruined it again!” kailla complained, pouting.

“You are adorable darling,” said Pram, rubbing the tip of his nose on the end of his woman's nose.

“Alright, get off now. I was afraid of holding you back for too long, so I can't let you go anymore,” continued Pram smiling.

Pram got out of the car, tidied up the buttons of his suit that was messy because of their actions in the car. Walking around the car, opened the door on his wife's side sitting down.

“I walk ya,” say goodbye Kailla, hugging Pram at a glance. It appears that Pram grabbed his wife's backpack in the car seat. Handing it to his wife while peeping it softly.

“I'm also leaving now,” said Pram frowning. Peeing back flushed cheeks like peach fruit that is always tempting.

Kaila waved her hand, then ran inside her campus. Pram himself rushed into his parked car a few meters behind Kailla's car.

“Bay, we're going to the office now!” pram's orders, when you're sitting in the car.

***

RD Group President Office.

Pram was still struggling with the pile of files on his desk, when Kailla came in without knocking and surprised him.

“Sayang....,” strangle Kailla with the pot. Run and drop himself on Pram's lap.

“Kai...,” said Pram, taking off the pen in his hand. He was just about to sign one of the company's important contracts, but Kailla was bothering him.

“Honey.., your work is still piling up?” kailla asked, playing a pile of files on the table with her fingers.

“I'm the boss, let it go,” said Pram smiled, hugging tightly Kailla.

“You're hungry?” ask Pram.

Kailla nodded in her signature style.

“Alright, we're leaving now. I'm hungry too,” Pram. Holding his wife's hand out of the President's room, heading to the car park.

The couple did not realize at all that there were two pairs of eyes that were watching their affection from a distance.

***

Both dropped the option on chinesse food restaurants for their lunches. Bayu himself chose to wait in the car while spending the packaged rice via go-food.

Kailla's other assistants have gone home first. Pram allows them to rest earlier than usual.

About an hour later, Pram was seen holding Kailla out of the restaurant. They are completely unaware of the presence of stalkers who deliberately follow the togetherness of the two since at the office of RD Group.

Pram and Kailla had just walked out the door of the restaurant, when Ibu Citra suddenly called out Pram's name. I don't know where the mother came from, Pram also didn't realize it.

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

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

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

Kailla who felt like she had seen two foreign women before her, frowned trying to remember.

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

Pram is actually confused as to how. But he couldn't possibly lie anymore in times like this.

Hearing Pram's call to the woman who had called her husband, Kailla was shocked. Sontak released his embrace on Pram's arm. She turned to look intently at her own husband.

“Honey..,” whispered slowly. Trying to make sure his hearing is not wrong.

After a long silence, Pram opened his voice. Not answering his wife's question, but introducing her to his mother.

“Ma.”

“Include, this is my wife Kailla.” Pram introduced Kailla. His hand instantly gripped, not letting Kailla stay away from him.

“Darling, what the hell is this?” kailla asked, confused.

“She's my dear mama,” clear Pram with flat face.

Pram was also confused, the incident was so sudden and sudden. He hasn't told his wife anything, but his mother has appeared to him and Kailla.

“Call him mama, babe,” pinta Pram, beg his wife. After waiting, Kailla who remained silent, as if reluctant to say hello.

Kailla still can't accept. It all happened so quickly and surprisingly.

“Honey, call her mom,” pinta Pram once again. The sentence is a little louder than before.

In contrast to Kailla, Ibu Citra stared cynically at her daughter-in-law. Look at Kailla from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot.

“It's like stripping me!” kailla grunts in the heart.

In Kailla's heart, she also did not like the figure of a woman who looked haughty. If he could choose, he would refuse to believe.

“Hahaha.., a wife like this that you are proud of Pram,” replied Ms. Citra, smiling cynically. After waiting, Kailla still does not want to obey Pran's request, to call him mama.

“Ma.., she's my wife,” said Pram was trying to mediate a possible dispute between his mother and his wife. He knows clearly how Kailla cannot be trampled or humiliated.

“I don't want to call him mama!” reject Kailla, do not accept with the words of Mother Citra just now. Who has destroyed and humiliated him.

“Honey, please don't be here. Call her mama, after that you can wait for me in the car,” pinta Pram, clutching Kailla's hand.

“I don't want to. He insulted me Darling!” Kaila refused again, even now she started crying.

“Small girl, don't know this manners. He thinks I'd accept him as a son-in-law.” Ibu Citra again uttered words that were not pleasant to hear.

“Pram, how can you marry a woman does not know ethics like this,” Mom Citra's nagging.

Kailla will reply to the words of the mother-in-law who does not want to admit. But Pram hugged her tightly first. It's something that's making Kailla tick dead.

“Honey, I beg you not to argue or fight against it. Let it. She's my mama.” Pram whispered softly in Kailla's ear, his hand continuing to stroke her perfectly-dissolved wife's hair. Trying to temper Kailla's emotions.

“But Darling...” Kailla is still trying to argue with her husband. He could hear Mother Citra who kept insinuating him behind.

“Sttt...., just let it go! She's my real mama,” whispered Pram back, tightening his arms.

“I beg you, call her mama. However, she is my real mama,” continued Pram again.

“But Dear..”.

“We will coax him together. I definitely support you,” said Pram tightened his embrace.

“I beg you, if you appreciate me as your husband. Please don't mess with my mama. Surgaku, our paradise is on the soles of his feet,” whispered Pram already almost crying saying it.

Deg—

Kailla. Pram's words hit his heart. Slowly release Pram's embrace. He hesitantly stepped forward, approaching the mother-in-law.

“Ma...,” call her slowly, kiss Mom Citra's hand.

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