The President's Wife

Chapter 139: A hug in the middle of the night

The laptop screen is closed. Even now his position is no longer on the bed but lying resigned near the foot of the bed covered in Pram's cream shirt that decomposes in a mess with Kailla's white lacy underwear.

The presentation and the meeting materials all disappeared from Pram's brain. The man was busy plowing his rice fields that were almost a month away from being visited. The owner of the rice field is really irresponsible, according to Kailla.

The swipe and caress of his wife, made Pram subjugated, bent his knees and gave up defeat. Kailla seduction with her feminine voice was seducing, teasing complete with a soft touch of hand fingers exploring the skin of her body made Pram melt at that moment.

How not? Even his wife shamelessly forcibly opened the shirt in a virtual meeting, giving a reddish stamp all over his bare muscular chest, making him a craze on the spot. Forgetting his job and responsibilities as president. Right now he was just an ordinary man who was being possessed by lust.

The mind that had contained dozens of projects that were running with profits of billions of rupiah, vanished evaporated, changing the beauty and pleasure that Kailla promised. Even his wife did not hesitate to strip herself, when she saw Pram still flinch. Choosing to stay focused on the job and neglecting its existence.

And now, Pram can only obey all the wishes of the wife who was sighing under her confinement. The twitch of desire was clear, joined by the pampered sigh of Kailla who gripped tightly on Pram's back, sticking taper nails that had just been tipped when it reached the peak of pleasure that somehow has to how many times. Pram spoiled him, making him soar into the sky.

The impingement of the two will be a passionate longing after their long separation. Pram is still busy provoking Kailla's passion, stomping slowly as the phone above the nightstand rings violently, disrupting concentration. Both chose to pay attention to hearing, letting the ringtone sound like lullaby music accompany their beautiful unification.

“Let it go,” whispered Pram smile.

“Your disobedience overcame all,” he said with gasping breath, sweat flooding his forehead.

And Kailla said, in her eyes there was only Pram at this time, in her ears there was only a soft moaning of her husband and ignored the disturbing sounds that could ruin their beautiful moments.

The heat struggle was finished with a warm kiss on Kailla's lips. “I love you all the time,” whispered Pram, patting his wife's face softly.

Hurriedly getting up from her position, ran to the bathroom after covering Kailla's plain body with a blanket. Clean yourself up as fast as lightning. The ringing of the phone that reads since then, does not want to stop indicating how important the information that the caller will share for him.

Before long, Pram had come out with a new shirt and pants, wearing them original. Immediately grabbed his phone and laptop back, bringing the two to the sofa. Continue the delayed meeting. He remembered his mistake, leaving the meeting abruptly, not even not informing Stella when she came out earlier.

Kailla herself continued her sleep. He's too tired. Let Pram continue the pending work on the sofa. He no longer had the energy to open his eyes.

***

It was dark for how long, when it felt that something was gently sweeping across the face, disturbing its calmness.

“Honey,” greet Kailla as her eyelids open perfectly. Pram's handsome face, filled the view with a gentle smile as usual.

“Capitly clean your body. You should have lunch. Pity my children hunger,” whispered Pram, grabbing his wife's body to rise soon.

“The pregnant mother should not be lazing around,” Pram chirps again, with her hands still holding the bathrobe she prepared for Kailla.

“What time is it now?” kailla asked in a hoarse voice, displaying a pillow face and disheveled hair. Still hugging his padded bolster.

“Near lunch. Let's get up,” Pram's pinta, tuck his hands under Kailla's armpits, and take his wife down by force. The blanket sagged, displaying a naked body that was not covered by a single thread. Pram can see clearly, a slightly enlarged stomach in the belly button down.

“This is much bigger than your first pregnancy,” whispered Pram, gently rubbing his wife's stomach. Pram can't wait to see Kailla in her belly, walking around their house with a negligee. And of course make a mess.

“Come, go to the bathroom now,” Pram's word, put a bathrobe wrapped around his wife's body.

“Gendong,” pinta Kailla, already spoiled.

In one jolt, Kailla had jumped up, as a baby koala found her mother, wrapping both her legs around her husband's waist. “I want to eat chicken noodles, can?” ask Kailla.

“No chicken noodles. I'll have Mother Sari make it for you later. While the existing meal has been prepared,” said Pram, bringing Kailla to the bathroom.

“I want you to make it for me, I don't want to be made by Ibu Sari or Ibu Ida.” A kiss landed on Pram's lips.

“I can't, Kai,” said Pram, changing the man who kissed Kailla's forehead. Stop right in the middle of the door. Tighten her embrace, so that Kailla doesn't fall out of her carrier.

“I want you to make it for me,” whine Kailla, beg.

“Iya, later I will make it.” Pram according.

“Oh yes, you haven't seen daddy again?” ask Pram. He himself barely a month did not see his two in-laws.

Kailla.

“Tomorrow we meet daddy and mama. We have not informed your pregnancy,” said Pram and directly nugget Kailla.

“Have you finished your meeting?”

“Already,” sahut Pram, nodded.

“After lunch, I still have to check some of the data that David sent,”.

“I can accompany you?” kailla asked, it felt reluctant to part with Pram, even if only briefly.

“Promise doesn't bother me,” Pram said.

Kailla nodded. “I don't want to part with you. I want to see you all the time,” Kailla said with her promise, leaning on her husband's shoulder.

“You have finished your studies. Why not join the design team at the company. So you can see your husband every day and I can take care of you all the time. How?” tawar Pram's.

“Of course. As long as it doesn't interfere with your pregnancy,” says Pram, smile.

Kailla nodded. “I want,” said Kailla, hugging tightly the neck of her husband who had taken her into the bathroom.

“Prepare. We'll have lunch in a minute. After that, take your vitamins, Kai,” said Pram.

***

Changing the afternoon. Evening welcomes the night. All day long, Kailla really enjoyed being spoiled with her husband. Not for a second, the woman was far from Pram. Spending time alone, ignoring the presence of guests in their residence. Even Kailla did not care about Kinar staying at their house.

It was eleven o'clock at night when Kailla woke Pram.

His stomach suddenly rattled. Since becoming pregnant, Kailla's appetite has doubled, although it's not uncommon to have her regurgitated.

“Honey, wake up,” call Kailla.

No movement, Pran is still in his dreamland.

“Honey, let's get up. Make me food,” pinta Kailla, shake Pram's body that is still asleep.

Seen a small movement, the man began to be disturbed when Kailla disturbed his sleep. “What's Kai?” A hoarse and heavy voice came out from Pram's lips.

“I'm hungry, can you make me food?” kailla asked, rubbing her rumbling stomach, asking to be filled.

“Ha!?” Pram is still not fully conscious.

“I'm hungry, Honey,” reset Kailla.

The man rubbed his face, trying to get rid of his sleepiness. “What do you want to eat?” pram asked, still with his eyes closed. Get up and sit on the bed.

“I want an omelet,” says Kailla.

“Ya. You wait here. Don't come down, it's night. I will bring the food up,” said Pram, half dragging his steps by holding back his sleepiness.

Kaila, who was forced to wait, finally gave up after nearly fifteen minutes. Patience is over. With a thin satin nightgown, she catches up with Pram to the kitchen. It was more fun waiting there while watching for yourself how Pram prepared food for him.

***

On the other hand, Pram was still busy with teflon and sodet in his hands. He just put a whisk of an egg into a frying pan. The man looked serious with his cooking activities until he was not aware of the slow pace of someone approaching him.

He just found out, when two hands slumped past the waist and locked in his stomach. The focus is still on the special omelet because Pram mixes with some cut vegetables and chopped shrimp which makes it have to spend longer than normal to make a regular omelet.

His smile grew as he felt the wife's warm embrace in the cold middle of the night. Even he could feel Kailla's warm kiss several times on the skin of his back which was only wrapped in a versace T-shirt used for sleeping.

“Kai, why get off?” ask Pram, gently. Can feel the indulgence of Kailla stuck to his back. The man was still busy tidying up the edges of the eggs that began to turn yellow with his sodet. Clutching tightly onto Kailla's hand lock on her stomach.

Silent.

There's no answer. His wife still enjoys the warmth of his burly back. So close, that Pram could feel the twin mounds so felt in the coarse breath of Kailla who began to tease him back.

“I love you, Kai,” whispered Pram, smiling to yourself.

“But left for a while, already missed me?” pram asked again, looking down at the hand that was staring in his stomach.

Deg—

The man's heart beat suddenly, as his gaze caught the strangeness of his fingers touching each other. There is no wedding ring that Kailla wears on her ring finger. Nail-art patterned roses that adorned the taper nails of Kailla was also not on the sidelines of the gangaman.

Still trying to think positive, even though his brain was already messed up and his chest was rumbling. However, the sound of a stifled sobbing that rang out behind him made Pram panic and worry. Hoping that his fear did not come true, even though the fingers still wrapped around his waist were enough to answer everything.

Crashing the rough hand that was wrapped around his waist, then breaking away from the embrace.

“Lease!!” firmly Pram. The man turned his body. The first sight he saw was so heartbreaking and sliced his heart.

His wife sobbed, teary-eyed and covered her mouth with both hands so that the sound of crying could not be heard coming out, five meters from where she stood.

And..

***

To be continued

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