The President's Wife

Chapter 136: Back spoiled

In her husband's sling bridal style, Kailla held both hands tightly around Pram's neck. Step by step, climb up the stairs that brought the two closer towards their bedroom on the second floor. The nosy Kailla still had a chance to look down, grinning towards Kinar. Smiling triumphantly, leaning spoiled on the chest of the field of the husband.

On the other hand, Pram really took advantage of the situation. The man along the way headed to his room, incessantly peeping at his wife's lips who did not dare to protest as usual. That cunning man had actually seized the opportunity in a narrowness.

“Open the door, Kai,” pinta Pram, instantly Kailla pulled down the doorknob greeted with a Pram foot kick that pushed the room door with blue and white shades.

Slowly dropping his wife's body onto the bed, Pram said.

“Come, undress, Mistress. Let me check it out,” Pram's orders, with his sneaky grin. He knew Kailla was acting. Pretending to complain of pain.

“I don't want to!” push Kailla to cross her hands on her chest.

“Not you said your stomach was cramping. Let me check it out now, Kai,” pinta Pram, already reaching for the end of his wife's dress, ready to unveil it upstairs,

“I'm not sick anymore, Honey,” obviously Kailla rush. Holding her husband's hand.

But not Pram if according to him, the man seemed to not care, raise the dress to the chest.

“Why should it be opened?” kailla complained, pouting.

“So that you can freely check it,” pram, with a nosy look at Kailla with *********white lace. The warmth immediately filled his heart, when he could see for himself the belly of his wife that began to be seen. Slightly round and larger than usual.

“Kai, they are naughty today?” pram asked, sitting on the side of the bed, rubbing a small round under the center of his wife.

Kailla. “Today they were so obedient. I haven't had nausea and vomiting since morning, ” Kailla said.

“Really?” pram asked, bowing his body, peeping at Kailla's stomach.

“Honey, don't fight with mama. Mama doesn't know anything. Aunt Kinar who suddenly came to the house, without telling mama. I heard it myself, not the mama who asked for it,” explained Kailla.

“Really?” pram asked astonished, still in disbelief.

“Iya, aunty asked us our address from the mama driver,” explains Kailla again.

Pram is still trying to digest his wife's words, with his hand still rubbing his children in Kailla's stomach.

“Then for what he came?” ask Pram.

“To bring you the food that Sam spilled yesterday,” explained Kailla.

“He said so,” continued Kailla.

The man opened the suit and threw the original on the bed. After that Pram chose to lie down, on his back with both hands bent to hold his head.

“Kai, can not eat carelessly?” ask Pram.

“I mean, don't eat foods that aren't clearly of origin. I may be overdone, but I'm so afraid of you guys why-why,” explained Pram.

“What do you think, Honey?” kailla asked, without excuse, lying face down on her husband's body. Pasting himself on Pram's chest while enjoying the aroma of her husband who has been mixed with his expensive perfume.

“Since I found out you were pregnant, I got scared myself. I am easily prejudiced. I don't want anything to happen to the three of you.”

“I can't calm down, every time you go out and meet a stranger. You know, not for a second, where I didn't think of you. I don't want to lose any more,” explained Pram, with teary eyes, holding back the haru that suddenly burst forth.

The two hands that had been holding his head, now moved to hug his wife while kissing the top of Kailla's head with a feeling.

“Never eat food brought by Kinar or anyone else. If you do not feel good to refuse it, you can use the reason for your pregnancy. If you want something, tell me. I definitely grant it,” explained Pram.

“You understand?” ask Pram.

Kailla nodded.

“Our life is not the same as the lives of others. There are many enemies out there who are happy with our suffering,” Pram explained again.

“Can be at home only. Unless there is an urgent need,” pinta Pram.

Looks like Pram sighed violently. “You remember Andi, who I sent to prison. For being involved with your mama's accident and the mastermind of the abduction and the cause of your miscarriage four years ago?” ask Pram.

Kailla nodded again.

“Sunday ago, he died in prison,” Pram story.

Kailla was surprised, raising her head that had been stuck to her husband's chest. “Om Andi?” ask Kailla to make sure.

Pram nodded. “She still has children and I'm worried about her children. As much as possible, be careful. There are my children with you,” said Pram, grabbing Kailla's nape, kissing those teasing lips at a glance.

“Yes, but now I'm hungry again, baby,” Kailla said. The two stared at each other with flat eyes, until finally Pram was uprooted.

“Not you have breakfast?” pram hardly believed it. Kailla had just finished a giant-sized sandwich with a glass of milk and orange juice. Not even an hour later, his wife complained of hunger.

“Yes, but your children have asked for more food. They want fried rice made by daddynya,” whine Kailla. The love that had been lost this month, now appeared again.

Without thinking twice, Pram immediately rose from his sleep. “Come, daddy make it,” he said, while pulling Kailla to come with him.

Both were seen coming down the stairs. With Pram walking in front and Kailla hugging Pram's waist from behind, sticking herself on her husband's back.

“He's just starving, Ma.” Pram who answered while passing the mini bar, where Kinar and Ibu Citra were talking. The position of the minibar right in front of the kitchen is clean, making the two people can see clearly the intimacy of husband and wife who just made up after the war as much as possible.

“Kai, Kinar brought you green bean porridge. It was good for your pregnancy,” said Ms. Citra.

Kaila fell silent, recalling her husband's words.

“My wife wants fried rice made by her husband, Ma,” reject Pram.

“Yes right, Honey?” pram asked, looking back.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla.

Pram could feel Kailla's nodding movements on her back. His wife still felt at home wrapped around his waist, clinging to him and not allowing him to stay away, despite being in front of the stove. Mother Sari and Mother who was cleaning the kitchen, seemed to step aside. Give opportunity to both employers.

“Kai, want vegetables?” ask Pram. The man was rolling his shirt's arm around his elbow so he could move freely.

“Carrot only. I don't want anything else,” said Kailla, taking the top buttons off her husband's shirt and putting her hands in. Gently swiping the chest of the Pram field who was busy preparing the ingredients.

The sparkle gazing from a distance could only catch its breath, restraining its jealousy. Looks like Kailla was deliberately bullying him. Even the bad boy repeatedly asked Pram to kiss his lips, in between carrot cutting activities.

“Honey...,” call Kailla, pat her husband's shoulder from behind. Belittle waist was reluctant to escape.

She had tiptoed, placed her chin on the husband's shoulder and thrust her lips while closing her eyes.

The cup! A brief kiss was given by Pram. The kiss of the lips of a husband and wife happened repeatedly, even when Pram was already holding a frying pan and sodet, still Kailla whined asking for a kiss on him.

And to the annoyance of Kinar, every time the two of them finished kissing, Kailla would smile mockingly at him. It was like tearing off Kailla's lips that deliberately showed off affection in front of her eyes.

“Bigger! He deliberately heated me up!” the lark is the heart.

Citra's mother who sat beside Kinar, didn't care. He turned a blind eye to what his son and daughter-in-law were doing. She is too happy with her future granddaughter who is now in Kailla's womb.

Pram is still busy playing sodet on the frying pan, flipping rice in it to mix perfectly when the sound of the phone is heard from his pants pocket.

“Let me alone,” Kailla said. He reached into her husband's pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Smile when they see Stella who calls Pram.

“Hallo, Ste. What's up?” kailla received the call without asking her husband's permission.

“For Mistress. Where's president?” ask Stella.

“He's cooking for me,” whispered Kailla speaking softly.

“What's up?” ask Kailla again.

“There's some work to be done today. What time does the president arrive at the office?” ask Stella.

Kaila did not answer, but directly attached the device to her husband's ear. Let Pram answer all of Stella's questions.

The conversation between his boss and secretary did not last long. Kailla's lips smiled when she heard Pram's last sentence, which was about her bag. As soon as the cell phone connection was cut off, Kailla's curious soul was lured away.

“Tasku already shipped?” kailla asked, putting Pram's phone back in her pants pocket.

“Before arriving at the door, Stella has asked the office driver to drive her early in the morning,” said Pram smiled.

“I stay a while, Honey,” say goodbye Kailla. A happy hue was clearly visible on his face.

The entanglement on Pram's waist detached instantly, Kailla immediately rushed forward. Waiting for her husband's gift bag to arrive. And sure enough, not for ten minutes, he had already called Mother Ida and Mother Sari to help him.

Pram not only bought him one, but there were several. He himself has not checked what the contents in the shopping bag are now fortified in both of his household assistants.

Mother Citra, who was astonished by the behavior of her daughter-in-law, followed closely. His eyes are perfectly rounded when he sees Ibu Sari and Ibu Citra carrying grocery bags with various famous brands printed on the outside of shopping bags.

“Gosh! It was all for Kailla,” she whispered softly, barely believing as the two assistants took everything up to her son's room.

“Let there only, Mom!” kailla's orders pointed towards the bed, with the sumringah welcoming her gifts.

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To be continued

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