The President's Wife

Chapter 135: Let alone God, Satan hates the actor

“Kinar.”

“Tante Kinar.”

Pram and Kailla spoke almost simultaneously. Then, the two looked at each other, sharing a distrust of the beautiful figure wearing a navy blue dress with long wavy hair. The steps of the woman's feet were so regular, stomping left and right, while carrying a plastic bag in her right hand, a mini bag in her left hand.

Seen Kinar still had time to greet Bayu shamelessly. Throwing an eye glance that made the man with the canoebo in his hand almost lose his balance because he was too stunned by the sweet surprise in the morning. Ricko, who was standing not far from Bayu, had helped check Pram's car to be astonished when his best friend and coworker were gawking at his place.

“Darling what does he want in the morning already visited?” kailla asked with a flat face.

“I don't know, Honey. I've asked mama not to bring him here,” said Pram, blinked his eyes while shaking his head, still not convinced by the courage of Kinar stepped into his territory.

As Kinar's steps drew near, Kailla's hand, which had been still calm in her husband's arms, moved. As fast as lightning hugged Pram's waist tightly as if reluctant to part and immerse themselves in the chest nan field of her husband who was so warm.

Pram wants to be uproar, his feelings soar to high when he finds his wife's sweet treatment suddenly. Not that Pram does not understand, when other husbands think jealous of their wives is a disaster, different from Pram. Kailla's jealousy was a gift to her.

“Honey,” call Kailla, with her signature spoiled voice.

“Today no need to go to the office huh? I want to spend the whole day with you,” Pinta Kailla, talking loudly, staring cynically at Kinar who was now standing no more than two meters away from the two of them.

“Ha?! You're serious Kai?” ask Pram wonder.

“He-em.” Kailla nodded, still clinging to her husband. Grabbing Pram's hands to hug his waist.

His gaze still has not changed, his embrace on the waist of the husband increasingly tightened.

“Tante Kinar has visited in the morning. Is there no clock at home?” sindir Kailla's.

“Morning Mas,” greeting Kinar smiled, ignoring Kailla's scathing remarks.

“Again!” hello Kailla, ketus. Closing Pram's mouth with his palm. Not allowing her husband to answer Kinar's greeting.

“Tante just come in. Mama's inside. That's the door, there's no need to stand here for too long and add to the sin, ” Kailla said, pointing towards the wide open entrance.

Both Pram and Kinar were shocked. Not understanding Kailla's words.

“Seeing people's husbands while gulping down spit is a big sin. Especially until there is a desire to have it,” ketus Kailla, close Pram's eyes, so as not to look at Kinar.

“Don't God, demons just hate actors,” Kaiila continued.

Pram already wants to get uprooted, enjoying Kailla's jealousy. It felt like he wanted to kiss the lips of his wife who had been babbling since.

“Honey, let Aunt add to her line of sins, you do not follow along. Looking at other women other than your own wife, it also includes a big sin,” Kailla said, reminding.

Pram's laughter broke. His cailla was really worried at the moment. If there is no one at this time, it is certain that he will devour Kailla to the point of not being left alone.

“Close your eyes, don't add sin by looking at it,” grumbled Kailla.

“Hahaha..” Pram again.

“I'm serious, I don't want to go back and forth to poke you in hell just because your sin is staring at a woman who isn't your wife, not your right. I don't want to deliver a clap egg for you there,” Kailla said half-jokingly.

Kinar stood sculpting, staring enviously. Not a bit of moving away, still at home watching the intimacy of a husband and wife in front of him.

Seeing that, Kailla became more and more. Not just hugging, now he shamelessly and did not know the place, instantly melu’mat Pram lips. She didn't give her husband a chance to protest.

Kinar was shocked, frozen as he was forced to watch how the man he so admired was greeting his wife's lips. Bayu and the security who were standing near the post, immediately threw away his gaze. Not daring to stare, afraid of Pram's diomeli.

“Then you know this. Already long ago I invited Kinar to visit here,” Inner Pram, cheering in heart.

Almost five minutes of fencing each other, Kailla had just finished her kiss while making sure Kinar had actually entered the house.

“Already. You can go to the office now!” drive Kailla away, hastily breaking away from her husband's tight hold. Pushing Pram's burly body towards his car.

Without waiting any longer, Kailla went inside the house. Died Pram with a confused face.

“So asked me not to go to the office, now expel me to leave as soon as possible. What do you mean, Kai,” said Pram slowly, opening the car door.

***

“What are you riding here?” ask Mother Citra.

“Taxi ride, Ma. I asked the driver at home his address,” said Kinar. The woman was already sitting quietly, spreading her gaze across the house.

“Home is beautiful, Ma,” said Kinar.

“Iya Aunt. My husband built this for me. Proof of his love for me is so great,” said Kailla. Suddenly, he joined. Dropped his ass right next to Kinar.

“If you want, aunt Kinar can stay here,” bargain Kailla, smile cunningly. He was already planning to heat up Kinar.

Seen the woman thought, but had not had time to give an answer suddenly Pram appeared and joined.

“Darling, I didn't go to the office,”whispering guy who still looks dashing at his four head age. Half hunched over, clutching tightly to his wife, with one hand stroking Kailla's stomach which was seen emerging from her simple dress.

“Why?” ask Kailla wonder.

“Didn't your work pile up,” continued Kailla, patting Pran's armrest that locked his shoulder.

Pram smiled before answering. Still had time to glance at the frozen Kinar, sitting beside Kailla.

“I still miss you three,” whispered Pram, peeking Kailla. He had to withdraw his intention to the office to make sure Kinar did not do anything to Kailla and her womb. He could not guess, what kind of woman Kinar was. Of course he wouldn't risk it.

Kinar swallowed back. Again, he was presented with Pram and Kailla's intimacy. The man who was always cold to her, always treated her harshly, but could be as sweet and gentle as that to his wife. As a woman who admired Pram, of course, was very envious of Kailla.

“Pram, seriously you are not going to the office today?” ask Ibu Citra, make sure. The elderly woman smiled wryly as she saw her son who was busy rubbing his nose on his daughter-in-law's face.

“Iya, Ma,” sahut Pram. His gaze was fixed on his wife, still busy showering his wife with kisses on end. Even Pram did not stare and assume the presence of Ibu Citra and Kinar there. Too busy putting her face on Kailla's face. Occasionally biting his wife's ears.

“Shy there's mama!” Kailla let out a small scream while stroking her cheek, as her smooth face was exposed to the friction of fine hairs on Pram's chin that had not been shaved completely.

“Leave it. We homeowners, if they are self-aware, they should step aside,” quipped Pram, glancing towards the bowed Kinar.

“Do not do that. Mama will definitely be offended,” whispered Kailla.

“It's okay. Didn't you already know, my house is not a home or a place to stop. Everyone can go in and out at will,” said Pram.

Although Kinar's arrival helps her relationship and Kailla gets closer, but she doesn't like it when her mother takes the woman without her consent. Padahl obviously, he had asked the mother not to take Kinar to his residence.

“Pram, what do you mean?” ask Ibu Citra, offended. Throwing rough bushels of food onto the table. With a sharp glare of eyes, the woman walked over in a hostile manner.

“Ma, Pram is just kidding. Aren't you, darling?” kailla mediates. Trying to keep the atmosphere comfortable. No quarrel between husband and father-in-law.

Mother Citra who began to be provoked, still did not accept. “Tell mom, what did you mean, Pram?” asked Ibu Citra, still not satisfied.

Seeing the mother and child quarrel that was about to happen in front of her, Kailla hurriedly interrupted.

“Okay, my stomach hurts, Ma,” Kailla said, grimacing as she stroked her stomach. The mother and child who were about to get into a fight immediately panicked. Ibu Citra immediately approached and stroked her daughter-in-law's stomach. Likewise with Pram.

“How does it feel, Kai?” Ibu Citra asked, her tone softened.

“Only ordinary cramps, Ma,” Kailla said.

“Pram, quickly take your wife to the room!” mother Citra's Order. His dislike of the Pram sentence, yawning somewhere. Change the worry about his son-in-law.

“Quick Pram!” mother Citra's decree returned, when she saw Pram who was no less panicked just stunned to be unable to do anything.

“Kai, are you okay?” pram asked, grabbing Kailla's body and taking her into a sling.

“Yes, just a little pain. Looks like your kids didn't like hearing your quarrels earlier,” whispered Kailla casually.

***

To be continued

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