The President's Wife

Chapter 137: Owner of my heart and life

Kailla was unpacking a shopping bag gift from her husband when Ms Citra knocked slowly on the door.

“Kai, mom can enter?” Ibu Citra asked from behind the door, trying to be polite. After all, Kailla is the host.

The pregnant woman who was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor did not even move in the slightest, only shouting to allow the in-laws to enter.

“Come in, Ma,” says Kailla, still busy with her gifts.

A pink bag, he removed from the grocery bag, followed by a pair of shoes and sunglasses with the same brand. Highlight his eyes sparkling, full of happiness welcoming all the unexpected gifts of the husband.

Ibu Citra who stepped into the room followed by Kinar was no less stunned. Her daughter-in-law was sitting casually in the middle of the scattered grocery bags. Not far from where Kailla was sitting, there was a bag and a pair of branded shoes. And now Kailla's opening up another bag of groceries.

“Yes God. What Pram,” does said Ibu Citra staring at the contents of the newly emptied pouch Kailla.

A set of diamond-studded jewelry was plastered in plain sight as the city inscribed with tiffany & co was opened by Kailla.

“Oh my God!” Kaila closed her mouth as she looked at the contents of the box. Tucked a paper with handwriting under the lid of the box. While opening and reading it, Kailla immediately cried full of haru.

To the owner of my heart and my life, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara.

Thank you for twenty-four years. The smiles and happiness you bring into my life cannot be replaced by anything.

Thank you to my two little angels who are now growing inside you.

Thank you for forgiving me and for smiling at me again.

And, thank you for letting me love you and pampering you.

Pratama Reynaldi.

“That's so beautiful Kai,” said Ibu Citra suddenly, walking closer to see more clearly. The in-laws and son-in-law looked busy admiring the white jewelry with sparkling diamonds.

“Iya, Ma,” sahut Kailla, fold back the letter from Pram, hastily remove the traces of tears left on his cheeks.

While Kinar, seen circulating his gaze around the room. Admire luxurious and spacious rooms, which look very comfortable. From the entrance, it was clear that a glass window was filling one area of the wall, with white curtains waving. There is also an exit access to the balcony directly facing the highway. View of the sea across the house.

“The room is beautiful,” great-grandson Kinar slowly.

Along with that, the door of the room behind him opened. The three women who inhabited the room immediately turned their heads. Pram appeared with his smile, carrying a tray containing a plate of fried rice, a glass of water and some vitamins of his wife.

“Sayang.!” pekik Kailla, running to greet Pram. Even he had to kick a messy shopping bag on the floor.

“Do not hug me now, this food will spill,” refuse Pram when you see the suspicious Kailla gelagat.

“Let me put it on the table first,” continued Pram again, his own smile saw the blushing face of his wife. Right now, Kailla's happiness is her happiness. There's nothing else.

As soon as the tray slipped out of Pram's hand, it landed seamlessly onto the nightstand. Kailla immediately asked her husband's carrier as usual. Both hands immediately twitched spoiled around Pram's neck with both feet flanking her husband's waist.

It took Pram a few seconds to balance his body so that the two of them would not fall.

“Aduh Kai. You gain weight,” complained Pram, with both hands coiled around Kailla's body so that his wife did not slump down. Carrying his wife like a giant koala baby.

“Thank you for the gift,” Kailla said, anchoring a brief kiss on Pram's lips, ignoring the whereabouts of two strangers who were visiting in their room.

"You like her?" ask Pram.

"Favorably," said Kailla with his powerful accent.

Ibu Citra looks busy. He continued to unpack the remaining grocery bags. It doesn't matter what Pram and Kailla do.

And Kinar, once again had to swallow his jealousy and irritation when he saw Kailla being treated so sweet, pampered and showered so much love by Pram.

Still staring pushy at a pair of lovebirds who are reluctant to separate. In fact he had to be forced to watch scene after scene of affection that not only made his eyes hurt, but the heart was also sliced, hurt torn to shreds.

“It feels like love claps one hand and loves people's husbands,” he said in his heart.

Pram had already dropped his wife's body slowly, sitting on the bed.

“Spend your fried rice, Kai,” pinta Pram, grab a fried rice plate and place it on Kailla's lap.

The corner of the man's eyes caught the aura of jealousy on the face of the mother. Especially at this time, Ibu Citra is cradling a bag with the same model and brand as the first Kailla out of the bag. Just different colors.

“Darling, it seems like mama likes your black bag,” said Pram, shifting the concentration of the wife.

Kailla looked in the same direction, her mother appearing to the mother-in-law who was now in a good relationship with her.

“Ma, that's for mama only,” Kailla said suddenly.

Pram, who was standing in front of Kailla, bowed. Giving a kiss on the lips of his wife who in his mouth is still full of fried rice.

And Ibu Citra, of course the woman was happy. At the age of not young anymore, he can just enjoy his hobby, hunting branded goods. The hobby she used to have when her husband was still there.

“Thanks Kai,” says Ibu Citra.

“Mama can take in my closet too if mom wants. Take whichever you want,” continued Kailla with rest.

Kaila is never short, never hard on money. From before marriage to marriage, Pram always obeyed all his wishes. For her hobby of hunting branded bags, her husband never protested in the slightest. Sometimes Pram offers it.

Kailla's offer suddenly made Ibu Citra rush to walk in closet. Still hugging her black bag, the old woman smiled.

“Ckckk, though the mama was not lacking. For a woman of her age, I'm sure the bag that Mama has is more than enough. I always buy the same for you and mama, but always mama will be like a child every discussing the issue of bags,” Pram story, a little upset with the attitude of his mother, a little,

“If you want, you can buy yourself. The monthly money I gave her was overdone. He holds the same card as yours,” continued Pram, smiling as he shook his head.

Kinar was still sculpting, secretly stealing glances at Pram.

“Tante Kinar if you want can also choose one,” Kailla said, while inserting a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth.

This time Pram was surprised. “You're serious, Kai?” pram asked, not believing.

Kailla nodded.

“Leave it alone, the most important thing is that he didn't take my husband. The bag can be purchased again. Especially if you have a husband like this man in front of me. Not just bags, I can buy bags factory,” Kailla said. Still busy feeding the fried rice into his mouth.

Left them both. Kinar and Ibu Citra were looking at the collection of Kailla bags. Pram who is currently taking over the spoon from Kailla's hand, chose to focus on feeding his wife

“Ma, quickly choose which one you want. After that please come out of my room,” cried Pram, feeding a spoonful of the last fried rice into Kailla's mouth.

“Drink the vitamins, Kai,” pinta Pram, smilingly staring at a large pill reddish in color. It's been imagined how hard it is for Kailla to swallow it.

I'll drink it later,” Kailla said, trying to stall.

“Do not cheat everyone at home. I know, you threw away all your vitamins for a few days,” Pram said, walking towards the trash, treading his footing. In an instant the cover was opened. And sure enough, the contents of the trash can are filled with Kailla vitamins.

“I don't want to. It's a huge size. I can't swallow it,” refused Kailla.

“Come on Kai, I have to get back to work. In a moment I have a meeting,” persuade Pram, staring at the walk in closet, no sign of his mother and Kinar will come out from there.

“Ma! You can choose it later. I still have business with Kailla,” cried Pram, driving his mother out of the room.

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To be continued