The President's Wife

Chapter 134: The sexiest Being of God

The approval of Mother Citra certainly makes Pram's happiness explode. Her mother has agreed to stay a while to accompany Kailla. The man even immediately showed the room that the mother would use during the stay.

“Darling, why did you ask mom to sleep next to our room. Poor mom has to go down stairs if sleeping on the second floor,” protests Kailla after having a chance alone with her husband in the room.

“So I can keep an eye on mom too, dear,” said Pram reasoned, lying comfortably in her soft bed. After a long time he had to hide every time he entered his room, now the man was free.

The idea to bring his mother to stay at home, will be utilized as best as possible. Not only soften Kailla's heart, he will also take advantage of this opportunity to soften his little sister who this month does not get the touch of the real owner, namely his wife.

To be honest, his relationship with Kailla lately, like a bolt that lost a nut, felt incomplete and could not lock perfectly.

Kaila sighed, not wanting to ask any further, when it comes to arguing, she would never win with her husband. The only way he wins from Pram is by sulking and sulking. After feeling that there was nothing to discuss anymore, Kailla stepped foot towards the door. It is best to give up and choose to go instead of staying together and eventually ignite your own emotions.

“Where are you going, Kai?” pram asked, trying to stop Kailla's move.

“You saw mom,” sahut Kailla short.

“Mama's not going anywhere, Kai. No need to look. You forgot mama asked you to rest,” remembers Pram.

“And asked me to stop working just to accompany you in the room,” continued Pram, playing his eyebrows, smiling cunningly.

Kailla stomped her legs, with her trademark pouting face back sitting on the side of the bed. Pram who was still lying comfortably in the middle of the bed, quietly boasted his smile. At least it has been seen the result of the power of his mother in the midst of a long conflict between himself and Kailla. Just by saying the name of the mother, his wife became so obedient.

“Ya. If you want to stay out, I will not forbid you, but if mama nags you, I do not follow ya,” said Pram, pretending to budge. Steal a look at the beautiful face of his wife who is still at home pouting.

For nearly five minutes, Kailla sat frozen in place, until Pram pulled her hand to lie down next to him. Cailla's screams and screams startled, deafening her ears before finally silencing Pram with her lips.

“I miss these nagging lips every day,” whispered Pram, letting go of her kiss.

“I miss the lips that almost every time whining spoiled me,” continued Pram, holding the body

Kaila to keep lying sideways, facing him.

Ever since Kailla got pregnant, Pram has been really extra careful. Even he did not dare to crush his wife's body. Every time you do anything, always think about the comfort of Kailla. Kailla's miscarriage experience four years ago, made Pram more alert.

“I'm sorry. I was wrong, don't be angry again yes,” Pram persuaded.

“Still afternoon. Break briefly. All day you are outside, not tired,” continued Pram again, gently stroking the stomach of Kailla, trying to feel the babies.

“Slightly,” sahut Kailla, start to soften.

“Come here, you didn't miss my hug, Kai?” ask Pram.

Kailla, according to her, immersed her face into the chest of her husband's field. Long resisted longing to embrace her husband. Now he is free to express it.

Two spheres of clear liquid dripped down her cheeks, as coiled hands hugged the husband's sturdy waist.

“I want to hate you,” Kailla said, sobbing.

“You can hit me, you can also scold me, but not like this. Go back to the usual Kailla. Who likes to spoil me and make trouble. I miss you,” whispered Pram, clutching tightly to his wife's body. Dekapan channeled his longing all this time.

“I love you, love you so much, Kai,” Pram whispered in between his arms.

***

Next day.

Kailla wakes up in a tight hand. For the first time after their quarrel, she woke up with Pram still hugging tightly. Usually there is only an empty and cold bed.

As soon as his eyes opened, the first sight he saw was the husband who was still asleep. His clumsy fingers carved out Pram's handsome facial lines slowly. It had been a long time since she had seen the peaceful sleeping face of her husband.

Too long to feel the sensation of her husband's breath, making Kailla choose to wake up. Moreover, there are in-laws who stay at their homes. Slowly, breaking away from Pram's close embrace, but his movement halted as his hand restrained.

“Where are you, Kai?” asked Pram with a hoarse voice.

“I have to get up now,” says Kailla slowly.

Pram raised his head, looking at the clock hanging on the wall of his room. “Mornin' still, Kai. Let's go to sleep again,” persuaded Pram, after making sure this time is only five in the morning.

“There's mama staying. I don't feel good when I wake up too late,” Kailla said.

“Ah, just let mom. You also don't have to do anything. There's Sari's mother and Ida's mother. Come, accompany me to sleep.” pinta Pram.

“I have to make breakfast for you,” reject Kailla, just make the handsome man smile.

“You still remember it, Kai?” pram asked, a happy twinkle was seen from the face of his pillow.

“Don't be happy first. I just don't want mama to be so messy,” grumbled Kailla.

“Then make me a plump egg. This month, I missed your fried egg, topped with malica soy sauce,” Pram's pinta, winking one eye.

Kaila had already passed away going to the bathroom after descending into the kitchen, leaving Pram alone to continue his sleep. At least Pram can smile with relief, Kaila has returned to take care of his breakfast in the morning.

Deg—

“Good and submissive children,” said Pram slowly, smiling considering how last night he talked to his two babies in front of Kailla's stomach like crazy.

***

Kailla had just finished making the cow's eye egg, as she heard footsteps approaching. It was thought her mother-in-law, but she was surprised to find it was Pram.

“You have completed my order, Madam?” pram asked, clutching Kailla from behind. Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida who were cleaning vegetables not far from both employers smiled. I am happy to see that both of them are starting to make up. No more silence and shut up the hostess. They were again presented with a friendly scene that had been lost this month.

“Let go of me!” kailla's nagging, with her hands holding a plate filled with fried eggs.

“No want! I'm not gonna let you go. Don't turn me down again. There will be a mama, thought we were fighting,” whispered Pram, deliberately put his lips on his wife's ear, exhaling his breath making the fur kuduk Kailla bristling for a moment.

Kailla could only endure patience. Letting the Pram do as he pleases. Not taking any chances, letting Pram enjoy his victory.

“Later I will make the calculation with you,” threatened Kailla. Walking towards the dining table, put the pirig on the table with Pram who continues to stick on his back. Wrap around her waist with her.

Pram's behavior isn't done until there. When everyone was ready for breakfast, the man went back to acting. Kailla and Ibu Citra are already sitting sweetly at the dining table waiting for the arrival of the estuary head in this house, preparing to start breakfast. Not long Pram's rare crackle was heard down the stairs with a work suit that was still disheveled.

Unbuttoned mess shirt showing the chest of the field,. The belt and tie are still on his right hand. Not to mention the hair has not been neatly combed, still with dripping water wet part of the shoulder of his shirt.

Seen trailing behind him, Mother Ida who had not known since when she was with Pram. The housekeeper carries Pram's shoes and socks, following his employer's steps.

Pram's strangest appearance in the history of his life. Usually the man comes down with a neat shiny look, only a tie that has not been attached to his neck.

“Good morning, darling,” the broom, kiss Kailla's cheek.

“Good morning, Ma,” saya Pram, switch kiss Mother Citra's cheeks.

The two women were instantly aghast upon seeing the current state of Pram. Even Mother Citra's eyeballs were almost out of place. Ms. Sari who was serving food on the table, immediately closed her mouth, not believing. All this time, I've never seen a Pram as bad as this.

“Pram, what happened?” mother Citra asked, after looking at her son from head to toe, the old woman made a sound.

“Since there is a mama here, it seems my wife forgot to take care of her own husband, Ma,” Pram, with a clear face.

Hearing Pram's reply, Kailla was provoked. Throughout their marriage, she never took care of her husband in such detail. All this time, he was only assigned Pram to put a tie, but why is Pram's appearance this morning so severe.

Pram was already standing next to Kailla. Put a tie and belt on the table. Following, reached into the comb from his pants pocket and handed it to Kaila.

“Pak, this I put where?” mother Ida asked, holding back her laughter.

Near my feet,” said Pram, staring at a foot that was only covered in flip-flops.

Pram's eyes were still fixed on his wife, as if not concerned with the look of the other eyes that looked in wonder at her. Right now, he just wants the attention and touch of Kailla, another task.

“Kai, just take care of your husband first,” pinta Ibu Citra, immediately make Pram win the grand prize draw. His happiness now exceeds happiness when he won the project tender of tens of billions of rupiah.

“Come on, your task is not done yet. How can you start breakfast while your husband is still a mess like this,” whine Pram, smiling seductively at Kailla, while showing off his field chest and torn bread belly.

Kailla had to comply. More precisely, not to argue with the words of his mother-in-law. Annoyed, buttoned her husband's shirt and helped Pram put the shirt in his pants. Once tidy, Kailla still has to help Pram put on her socks and shoes.

“I'll make the calculation with you. You purposely pranking me in front of mama,” grumbled Kailla still crouching in her husband's socks. Threatening slowly, afraid that his words sounded in-law.

Once everything is done, reach for a comb to tidy up Pram's messy hair. Roughly combing her husband's hair occasionally pulled it until Pram screamed in pain.

“Ma, your daughter-in-law does not seem to be sincerely serving her husband,” complained Pram. Lag-again got a sharp spotlight, ready to pounce on the style of a hungry lioness.

“Already!” kailla said, with a sour and irritated face. Dropped his body in the chair back. His appetite is gone.

“Thanks Darling. Your daughter-in-law is really great, Ma,” Praise Pram for peeping Kailla's cheeks. He tried to hold back his laughter so as not to break. The look on Kailla's face is really adorable at the moment.

Breakfast was more filled with chat Mother Citra and Pram, Kailla more silent. The trouble has not completely gone away. Until her husband was about to leave for the office, her face still remained sullen, forced to take her husband to the door.

Pram still clasping Kailla's hand forcibly reached the porch. Just as he was about to kiss his wife's cheek, saying his farewell, suddenly in front of the open gate of their house, stopped by a blue taxi. Make Pram action delayed.

When the taxi door was open, both Pram and Kailla were wide staring at the feminine figure who came down and the steps began with their hands carrying something, entering the yard of their house without permission.

Bayu who was near the gate. was checking the condition of Pram's car was also surprised. Not imagined so early has the arrival of special guests.

“How can this sexiest creature of God get here,” Bayu chirps, without blinking.

***

Love you all

To be continued

Sorry, until the end of the year, the schedule is irregular. The author has a lot of activity in the real world.

The Happy New Year 2021