The President's Wife

Chapter 138: Must be diligently watered

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

The man was already on his waist in front of his wife. Kailla herself still looked relaxed, sitting on the side of the bed with her nosy smile.

“Don't try to escape me!” gertak Pram, pointed his index finger firmly at the face of the wife. Seeing Kailla's ignorant smile that was secretly stealing staring at him, he could already guess the contents of his wife's head.

Just as Pram was about to make a sound, the ringing of the cell phone in his pocket broke the light conversation of the two.

“Wait! You don't try to get away from me!” pram sneers cunningly, while receiving a phone call from Stella, his secretary.

He had already taken a few steps forward, locking both of Kailla's knees with both of her legs. He did not let his wife move from where she was sitting. That way, Kailla won't be able to escape from him.

“Aduh Darling, don't put it this way,” whispered Kailla, trying to push Pram's body that stood stuck to his face. Both her legs did not move in the slightest, squeezed by her husband's legs.

“Sssstt!” Pram put his index finger on Kailla's lips, asking her to be quiet. Along with the other hand, she shifts the green button on her smartphone screen.

“Iya Ste,” greet Pram, stick the expensive device in his ear. His gaze could not be separated from Kailla's face. His wife is trying to escape from his clutches. Certainly with his typical pouting face.

“Delay another fifteen minutes of meeting. I will lead the meeting directly, later connect with me when all have been gathered,” Pram said.

The man had already walked towards the nightstand, turned off one-sided and slowly threw his cell phone up there joined the empty plate of fried rice. I don't know what Pram was doing, but before long he immediately turned around when he felt there was a movement of Kailla behind him.

“Hmmm,” sneaky grin appears on Pram's handsome face for the umpteenth time.

With both of his hands had locked his wife's wrists, pushing Kailla's body slowly to lean on the head of the bed. Without speaking, without a sound, the man had locked Kailla's lips, kissed and kissed until finally I’s information softly. He gave no chance to his wife to protest or to resist.

With a small bite of thin lips seductive, in order to be able to suck his tongue, membesen rows of teeth and play around in the mouth of his wife. Trying to share the comfort until Kailla is washed away and lulled with her kisses and sweet treatment. Almost five minutes, they kissed, they enjoyed each other's lips, and suddenly Kailla felt something was pushed into her throat.

Gluey!

Kailla is forced to swallow. Pram's tongue thrust, making Kailla unable to make a revolt. The incident repeated again, Kailla until glared to hold back her annoyance when forced to swallow once more. A bitter taste began to spread on his tongue. A sweet kiss that ends in bitterness. Blanketed in frustration.

As Kailla tries to let go of her kiss, Pram grabs her nape and deepens you’matan. Returning to force and push a vitamin hidden in his mouth either since when. The last pill Pram pushed into Kailla's throat.

Gluey!

Third pill, Kailla choked. It hurts in the throat because the pill size is too big and the throat is too dry.

Pram hurriedly took off his kiss, immediately thrusting a glass of water at his wife.

“Drink this!” tell Pram, who could not bear to see his wife coughing and choking because of her actions.

“I'm sorry,” he said again, rubbing the head of Kailla whose hair was messy because of the act earlier. Then he sat down next to Kailla. His wife was still leaning, exhausted and stingy because of the action forced him earlier.

“How does that vitamin taste? Not as hard as you imagine, is it?” pram asked, glancing at the clock on his wrist. There's five minutes left.

Kailla did not answer. Still set his breath hunting because of Pram. The sullen face mixed with annoyance reappeared.

Bukk!!

A pillow hit Pram's body. Kaila beat her husband to channel her frustration.

“You're missing! Should've told me that bribed me those pills,” Kailla scolded.

“I'm sorry. It's for our kids. I also had to,” whispered Pram, approach and bring Kailla into his arms. A soft kiss landed back on Kailla's lips.

“This time there are no traps in it,” whispered Pram in between his kiss. Before putting Kailla to sleep on the bed and following a slow down. Just as he was about to deepen his kiss back, Mother Citra's loud cry sounded from inside the walk in closet.

“PRAM!!” the old woman shouted, walking out while hugging three black bags. He not only took one, but three at a time.

Following behind him Kinar bowed in embarrassment with his bare hands. Since then he was forced to peek at the intimate activities of the couple. Even though she had been reminded by Mother Citra to close her eyes, but his curious instincts made those closed eyes give a gap to his sense of sight peering at what happened to a pair of humans being so drunk in love that they forget their presence there.

“Gosh. I forgot, they are still here,” said Pram pulled Kailla to wake up from her sleep. Pram was surprised, so was Kailla, no less surprised. Pushing her husband's body rough to get away. Trying to endure the embarrassment, closing the flushed hue on her cheek with a lowered head. Luckily they did nothing more than kiss. Otherwise, he doesn't know where to put his face.

“Mama in my room, it's only natural to get a free spectacle. Wrong who tried,” clearly Pram casually. He walked over to his mother as if nothing had happened.

“That's not how much,” Pram chirps staring cynically at Kinar.

“Badness!” mother Citra grumbled, walking out of the room with her upset face.

“Kai, mama out first,” say goodbye to the son-in-law. Still had time to maintain his chauffeur, especially Kailla was so good, allowing him to take the bag as he pleased.

Pram who looked at Kinar tailed behind the mother, immediately making a sound again. “Ma, this guy of yours will also stay here?” ask Pram.

“Honey!” call Kaila, immediately run to her husband's waist. Pram was still frozen in place, waiting for his mother's answer and certainty.

Mother Citra who was reaching for the doorknob of the room, stopped her steps instantly. A little offended by his son's words. “Yes, as long as your wife allows it, I will bring Kinar to stay here,” he said annoyed. Makes Pram even more inflamed.

For some reason, every time you see a Kinar, Pram's emotions are always provoked. Even though before this, he could still behave naturally to women who had helped his mother. Actually he did not mind the presence of Kinar, even he did not mind if he had to treat Kinar like his little sister.

“Darling, let it go. I don't mind Aunt Kinar, as long as she doesn't bother me,” Kailla said, reassuring Pram.

Kaila doesn't want her husband to fight with his own mother. Even long ago, not just now. Kailla doesn't want Pram to have trouble with her mom. Because she knows and understands how a mother means. Enough she who does not have the opportunity to have a mother, lest her husband also experience the same thing. Not having a mama is like not having a handle. No place to go home.

“Sayang?” Pram was astonished by Kailla's attitude.

“I believe in you. Why should I care about her,” Kailla said, tightening her arms around her husband's waist.

“After all, I can't be rude to aunt Kinar either. I know, you really appreciate it even though that Aunt Kinar often bothers you. What Aunt Kinar has been doing for mom, we can't pay back with anything, including money,” whispered Kailla in her husband's ear.

Pram smile. “Sweet child,” Pram chirps, pinching the tip of his wife's taper nose.

“It hurts Honey,” says Kailla, rubbing the flushed end of her nose.

“I know you've been bound by aunty Kinar all this time. Let it be, as long as Aunt Kinar does not disturb our relationship,” explained Kailla, whispering in her husband's ear back. He did not want to hear the words of the two foreign guests in his room. He didn't want Kinar to be big-headed.

“Ma, please satisfy yourself. My wife doesn't mind,” said Pram. His eyes were still fixed on the wife, not even a little changed despite talking to the mother.

A kiss on Kailla's forehead and cheeks, along with the sound of the door closing. Ms. Citra and Kinar had already come out of their bedroom, carrying a booty bag from a closet on the walk in closet Kailla.

“I have a meeting now, Kai. You rest, do not wander outside,” whispered Pram, join hugging his wife's waist.

“Why not be in the room alone while accompanying me,” whine Kailla. Started spoiled again, buried his body in the arms of the husband. Issuing his flagship style that makes Pram not warty.

“If the meeting is in the room, I can't concentrate. I'm afraid khilaf,” sahut Pram, widened.

Kailla was still scowling and unwilling. Until Pram left the room, he was still tailing.

“Kai, why exit?” pram asked as Kailla still hugged him spoiled from behind while walking.

“It can be in the room only, while wiping your children,” whine Kailla.

“No! I have to work, Kai,” reject Pram. Still walking towards his study.

“I beg you, please,” pinta Kailla, with a face of sand. Now he's moving forward. Clenched both of his palms on his chest. I pleaded with her husband very much.

“OK?” kailla asked, playing both eyebrows. Still trying to persuade.

Pram shook his head, holding back a laugh. The most difficult thing is when Kailla has issued her secret moves. That glare in his eyes was hard to resist.

“Please..”.

Kailla begged again. Burning her face back in the chest of Pram's field, still trying to stop her husband's footsteps.

“Your children don't want to be away from you, dear,” whispered Kailla slowly.

Deg—

Pram died a tick this time. Every time Kailla had brought their son's name, Pram would obey without thinking anymore. Followed all Kailla's will without much protest.

Fifteen minutes later, here they are. Pram, who was sitting on the bed with his laptop on his back, was listening to material presented by one of the company's managers.

And Kailla, his wife was busy hugging and peeping all over her face, occasionally kissing her husband's tightly clenched lips and seriously attending long-distance meetings.

“They can't see what I'm doing, right?” ask Kailla to make sure again.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Pram, the focus still remains on his laptop screen.

“Honey, for a month I want to be like this. Keep with you, replace a month yesterday that was so sad. Can ya?” ask Kailla. Her lentic fingers were opening one by one the buttons of her husband's shirt.

“Hmmm,” murmur Pram, not focus with question Kailla. Too serious about meetings.

Kailla smiled at Pram's muttering which means yes. Dipped his fingers behind a half-opened shirt.

“Honey, what meeting can be postponed first. We have not been to the fields for gardening for a long time, ” Kailla said, carving on the skin of her husband's chest.

Pram's concentration was sidetracked by Kailla's invitation this time. “Not the seed has grown. Just waiting for the harvest,” suhut Pram.

“Enak only! If you want good harvest. Must be watered and given fertilizer. The seeds of your plants have not been watered for a month, not given fertilizer. Dried kerontang. Don't just plant, don't want to take care of her,” said Kailla, began to be smart about her husband.

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To be continued

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