The President's Wife

Chapter 130: Not Terminal

“You want fried noodles?” pram asked, frowning. Imagine the strange thing about what else his wife wants.

Pram knows, his wife is not simple, even when pregnant, this woman in his arms will choose the most complicated things and make her head crunchy

Yes.” sahut Kailla nodded.

The man with his tired face looked brainwashed, thinking for a moment about finding the best way to meet his wife's request.

“Come, I'll cook it for you, Kai,” said Pram, trying to bring his wife in.

“I don't want fried noodles at home. I want my brother-branch selling on the side of the road,” reject Kailla, break away from the hands of her husband.

Sam who was still standing in his place, gave a suggestion. “Non, in front of the complex seems to exist. I like to sell there.”

Kailla's face immediately sparkled back after having dimmed. “Come we go there. I want to come,” take Kailla, full of spirit.

“No Kai. Let me cook for you. More guaranteed cleanliness and ingredients,” prevent Pram. Not nothing, when Kailla was not pregnant, Pram always pay attention to his wife's food intake, especially when Kailla was pregnant with her twins.

“I don't want to,” reject Kailla.

The persuasion for persuasion was launched by Pram for the sake of his wife undo his intentions. Rejection for rejection is always Kailla's answer. Almost half an hour of the debate took place, until Pram finally relented.

“Let Sam go buy it for you,” said Pram in the end.

“Do not use msg, leave it alone,” Pram command on Kailla assistant. At least a flavorless meal would make Kailla think twice about eating it.

Deg—

“Then, which is delicious,” complained Kailla upset with her husband's badass. He was born from the micin generation, it feels strange to have to accept tasteless food without taste.

“Come, I don't eat every day like this,” whine Kailla, beg.

Tired of arguing, Pram finally relented.

“Alright, wait for me for a moment. I'll come with Sam,” Pram said. Run inside, pick up something in the kitchen and put it in his work pants pocket.

***

“Come Sam! Take me to the seller's place,” pinta Pram.

Kailla smiled, stepping down into the courtyard.

“Why come down, Kai. It's cold!” pram said softly, stopping his steps as he realized Kailla was tailing behind them.

“I want to come, want to eat at his place,” whine Kailla.

Pram sighed. No more energy to argue.

“Log in, grab my work coat. I threw it on the living room couch. Wear it, I'm waiting for you in the car.” Again Pram had to give in, considering that there was a baby in Kailla's stomach and comply with all his wife's requests,

Not long after, Sam's car finally stopped right in front of a cart selling noodle tek-tek not far away so out of the housing complex. Kailla, in the spirit of four-five, grabbed the doorknob and intended to go down.

“Where are you?” ask Pram wonder.

“Stay in the car with Sam, let me get down to buy it,” prevent Pram, grab Kailla's hand to stay in place.

“I want to go down to see the salesman's brother fry it, enjoy the smell of smoke,” pinta Kailla, with a pinched face shown in such a way as to soften the heart of her husband.

“You stay here, let me go down first to check there. I have to make sure first. I can't let you eat recklessly,”ucap Pram, making Sam and Kailla groan in the face of Pram's fussiness.

Pram has gone down first, seen talking briefly with the seller. Before long, he returned to the car, opened the back door and let Kailla down.

“Ayo,” invites Pram, while tightening his suit that covers Kailla's body, not allowing Kailla's body to be exposed to the cold night wind.

“Sit here,” pinta Pram, grabbed a plastic chair and dragged it behind his wife's butt.

The man immediately rolled up his shirt arm. Deftly take the position of the seller's father. After negotiating with the seller, Pram was allowed to fry his own noodles for his wife. Of course with the guidance of the father and additional materials brought from home. Non msg flavoring taken from her home kitchen.

“Honey..,” call Pram smile at his wife while holding a sodet in her hand. His tiredness and weariness disappeared when he saw Kailla smiling.

Kailla nodded, looking at Pram who was being surrounded by thick smoke in front of the hot frying pan. The smell of onions mixed with other ingredients made the worms in Kailla's stomach protest. Request to be filled immediately.

With the help of his seller, Pram completed a serving of jumbo-sized noodle tek in a short time.

“Thank you sir,” said Pram to the seller, carrying a plate of noodles with smoke still billowing.

“Come, I'll bribe you,” take Pram, grab Kailla's hand to come with her into the car. He couldn't possibly let Kailla, enjoy the noodles in the crowd, hot.

The man allowed Sam to order. Pram saw for himself how Sam's face could not be conditioned by swallowing saliva when he saw Pram carrying a plate full of noodles in his hand.

Both of them sat back in the car. Sitting side by side, finishing a plate of noodles together.

“Enak? My kids love it?” pram asked as he fed a spoonful of noodles into Kailla's mouth.

Kailla nodded.

“Kai, if you want something, ask me. As much as possible I'll grant it. I don't want to lose those wonderful moments during your pregnancy,” Pram said on the sidelines to feed Kailla.

“You're as tired as anything, as clean as anything. I will have time for you,” said Pram, back to feed Kaila.

“You know, after four years of our marriage, they were one of the most beautiful gifts God sent me,” said Pram, stroking Kailla's stomach.

Kailla was still silent and listening. Although he did not refuse hard, but Kailla did not want to talk much.

“I met mama this afternoon,” Pram stories.

Kailla's surprised. He hadn't seen her in-laws in a long time, not even contacted her.

“Mama is healed?” kailla asked, finally making a sound.

“Mama missed you. Mama will be home, tomorrow,” Pram explained.

“Really?” ask Kailla to make sure.

“Yes, mommy is happy to hear your pregnancy news.”

Kailla's face twinkled, without thinking again directly hugging Pram. “I miss mama,” whispered Kailla, almost crying.

“Yes, you don't miss me?” ask Pram smile. His fatigue disappeared along with the tight embrace of Kailla who wrapped around his body.

“You still haven't allowed me to climb a mango tree in the field.” Kailla reminded.

“I can not calm down, the shadow of the fruit that is churning continues to loom in my brain,” Kaila.

Pram. “This week I will take you there, but do not try to go alone and climb without my knowledge,” threatened Pram.

Kailla nodded, a sign of agreement.

“I'm sorry,” said Pram suddenly, putting a plate in the car seat. After a few days, he finally had a heart-to-heart talk with his wife.

“I've withdrawn the divorce lawsuit in court. I cannot divorce you,” said Pram , linking his fingers with Kailla's fingers.

“Is it because you are pregnant, before knowing your pregnancy, I have asked my lawyer to drop his lawsuit,” Pram said. He felt the need to tell Kailla, not wanting their protracted troubles to burden his wife and impact her pregnancy.

Kailla only heard, unwilling to answer, but she did not refuse as Pram grabbed her body and gave her a warm embrace.

***

Next day.

Early in the morning, Pram left for the office. Ever since his relationship with Kailla drifted away, he could not meet with his wife every morning. They slept in separate rooms. The new Pram can get into his room and hug Kailla when his wife is asleep and has to get out of the room before Kailla wakes up.

Walking to his car in the parking lot with a sleepy face due to sleep deprivation last night, Pram called Sam. There were many tasks that his wife's assistant had to do.

“My mom will come here. He's bringing food for Kailla. Try to taste first,” pinta Pram, make Sam slack.

Its nothing. Sam was not completely satisfied with the request of his employer. On what basis, he who was only a worker, tasted the food that was intended for his employer.

“Why?” ask Pram.

“Not so Sir. I have to find out what reason to be able to try all those foods first,” said Sam, confused.

“You can find the reason. If you can try Kailla doesn't eat it.”

“See, I don't believe in Kinar but I can't reject my mother either. This is one form of joy mom welcomes Kailla pregnancy. I can't bear to refuse it,” explained Pram, rushing into the car. Let Sam with his strange face.

***

That afternoon, Kailla was enjoying a glass of orange juice in the back garden accompanied by her two assistants Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida. The three chatted casually accompanied by a sea breeze that blew breeze in the middle of hot weather.

Suddenly from the front of the house came the sound of Mother Citra thunderous calling her daughter-in-law.

“KAILAAA.!” his yell. Following behind him the driver with both hands full.

Sam and Bayu were sitting at the security post, immediately running over. Figuring out what happened until Ibu Citra shouted so loud and excited.

“Sorry Madam, just press the bell,” said Sam, telling. Pointing towards the button next to the door.

“It's not in the terminal,” Sam chirps, make Mom Citra's eyes almost out resisting annoyance.

***

To be continued

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