The President's Wife

Chapter 141: Staying apart is the best way

Usually Pram would drag his wife everywhere, but not for tonight. After the story of Kinar ended with the woman lifting her legs with the mother of the luxurious residence Pram, changed Kailla who dragged her husband in the middle of the silence of her palace.

The return home of the in-laws, making the atmosphere of the house quiet again, left behind the couple who filled their magnificent residence with footsteps. The assistants, already back in their own rooms behind the house.

“Wait Baby, your omelet,” said the man held back Kailla's steps. Recollecting with abandoned initial intentions.

“Your children have sulked, waiting too long to make them change their minds,” said Kailla with a pouty face and pursed lips typical.

The net of the man's eyes was round, Pram's laughter broke. “Hahaha..., since in the stomach only, you have taught them many things,” said Pram.

“Both?” pram asked again, beginning to dissolve in useless and unreasonable chatter of his wife.

“Only one, but the other went berserk after the brother sulked and made a mess inside,” said Kailla. Back to make the lost laughter again heard from Pram's lips.

Pram who ignored his wife's original words returned to the kitchen. Prepare a cold omelet on a plate of rice that is still warm. With his left hand, the plate went into his room.

“Eat now, Kai. After that sleep,” said Pram. Letting his wife sit on the edge of the bed and put the plate on Kailla's lap. He himself rushed to the walk in closet, looking for a replacement t-shirt to cover his upper body that began to shiver in the cold.

Before long, Pram's footsteps brought him back. Standing in front of the wife who looks dreamy still holding her rice plate. The rice was still intact, untouched. Kaila was still busy with her own thoughts. Staring at the nanar, dissolved in his daydream.

“Why hasn't it been eaten, Kai?” ask Pram. The man reappeared while pulling down the tip of his black shirt.

Instead of answering, instead a small cry with two circles of clear water seeped down. Sobbing staring at the food, provoking the astonishment of the husband.

“Hei.., what's up Darling?” ask soft pram. Bending his body in front of his wife with both hands framing a beautiful face that became an imbecile suddenly.

“I still don't want her to hug you,” whispered Kailla slowly. Raising her eyes, looking at her husband. Like there was something to say but the tiny lips were still choked and silent.

A single smile implied the happiest one on Pram's handsome face. Kailla's disrelief is like a statement of her woman's love for herself. Who do not want to be divided, who only want to be made the only one.

Hand that deftly grabbed the rice plate, Pram finally chose to feed instead of waiting for Kailla to spend it herself.

“Come, finish your food. It's late, Kai,” refer to Pram, switch the conversation. The spoon slid smoothly into Kailla's mouth. With painstaking, Pram feeds spoon by spoon until the contents of the plate was toilet.

“Drink, Sweetheart,” sodornya. Presents a glass of water that he grabbed from the top of the nightstand.

Since Kailla became pregnant, many new habits that must be done the 45-year-old man. Including one of them feed Kailla to eat when she is free and make sure his wife swallows her vitamins.

“Grub your teeth and go to sleep immediately, Kai,” Pram orders, gently rubbing the head of Kailla, like a father to his son.

Pram's habit of often treating Kailla like a little princess compared to his own wife. Since childhood taking care of Kailla, sometimes making it difficult to put herself as a husband, the difficulty of treating Kailla as a wife.

Kailla according. In silence, following the orders of the husband without protest. And before long, he had returned to his bed.

“You've been drinking your milk?” ask Pram, smile. The man's hands were busy pulling the blanket and covering his wife's body, covering the cold body with a thick stretch of flamingo-patterned cloth.

“Already,” sahut Kailla nodded. Such a sweet and submissive little baby.

Pram himself followed after. Follow him under the covers, dividing his warmth on Kailla. Pulling slowly, letting Kailla sink comfortably in her arms.

Happiness and pride were imprinted on Pram's face. Slowly, his wife began to mature day by day. Be smart to regulate emotions and use their thoughts before acting. The events in the kitchen made her love Kailla even more.

***

The position of hugging each other on the bed was still persisting in the first half hour. The exhausted pram, began to be able to close his eyes and get into his subconscious.

Unlike Kailla, she had since been flipping through her sleeping position, trying to close her eyes.

“Honey,” whispered Kailla in the end.

“Hmm,” murmur Pram slowly with regular breath. Before long there was a smooth snoring with the chest rising and falling regularly.

Kailla, who was still in Pram's arms, looked up for a moment. “Honey, you've slept?” kailla asked again, stroking his chin with fine feathers that had not been shaved perfectly.

“Hmmm,” murmur Pram again.

“Why haven't you slept yet, Kai?” ask Pram in a soft voice. Forced to wake up again because of Kailla's swab.

“I can't sleep, Honey,” whispered Kailla slowly. Raised her face parallel to her husband. Her finger painted on her husband's lips.

The cup! The kiss landed on Pram's lips, along with the man's eyes opened wide.

“Why not sleep? What are you thinking?” Finally Pram woke up.

“I think of Aunt Kinar,” Kailla said, whispering softly.

“Why are you, Kai?” pram asked, withstanding the drowsiness. Seen to evaporate a few times.

“I just thought. What if Aunt Kinar bullies us again?” ask Kailla, slowly.

“No need to think about it. For now just think about your pregnancy,” said Pram, gently rubbing Kailla's temple, hoping that his wife would fall asleep soon.

Kailla was silent for a moment.

“Darling, didn't you feel that it was too much? Will Aunt Kinar make the calculations with me or with you?” asked Kailla innocently.

Deg—

Pram smiled, hiding his same worry. Since then actually he also thought the same, but tried to throw away the bad thoughts. No need for Kailla to panic.

“No. He can't hurt you and our children. I promise to take care of you with both hands,” said Pram soothe. His hands still gently caressed his wife's hair.

“You sure?” ask Kailla again, make sure.

Pram nodded. “Darling, I'm sorry. I can't kick him out of mama's life,” whispered Pram.

“I have no right to expel him from mama's life. All that can ask him to leave is mama,”.

“Iya Darling, I understand,” Kailla said, starting to close her eyes. Enjoy the warm hand of her husband.

“As a child, I have not been able to take good care of my mother. All this time, it was Kinar who did it for me,” Pram explained.

“I could have found a nurse or assistant to accompany my mom. And don't let Kinar be with mom anymore. However, not necessarily mama can be comfortable as when mama with Kinar. I do not want to be a selfish child,” said Pram slowly.

“Moreover during this time, Kinar is also not paid. He did it sincerely. The card I gave him, not once used,” Pram's soot again.

Kailla opened her eyes. “Why not bring mom stay with us?” ask Kailla.

This time Pram nodded. Strictly speaking, the man rejected his wife's opinion.

“I personally really want it, but I can't. There are many hearts I have to take care of. I have to consider the comfort of both of you,” explained Pram.

“It will be better like this, we stay apart. Mama with her life and my wife with her own life. It does not mean not visiting each other. It's just, I thought it would be more convenient for you guys while living apart.”

Kailla. I don't understand her husband's intentions. Seeing her relationship with the in-laws improving, Kailla did not mind if she had to stay one roof with Ibu Citra.

“Why? I don't mind, Honey,” Kailla said, explaining.

“I mean, it doesn't matter how long you stay here, but you still have your own house. Mama is only a guest. And you are the one who has full rights over our home, managing our home,” explained Pram.

“And mama will only arrange her own house, without our interference,” continued Pram.

Kailla's getting confused.

“Maybe out there there are many in-laws and daughters-in-law who can get along and live together, but I'm not sure my wife and mother are part of them. I don't want to take any chances.”

“I'm just making sure of your comfort. While living together, there must be times when my wife feels sorry for my mother, can not be free like living alone. Likewise with mama, there must be a situation where mama must also keep your feelings. Can not be arbitrary, like living in his own home.”

“Tiny thing only. I'm sure when mom stays here, you're scared to wake up. I know I don't take good care of your husband. Maybe actually mama does not mind, but the discomfort must be in your heart.”

Kailla nodded and smiled shyly.

“So does mama, while living with you there must be restrictions that you cannot break. Mama can not do all things, like in her own home,” continued Pram.

“And this small inconvenience will eventually become a trigger, which makes your relationship that has improved this could worsen again. Tell each other the bad in the back. Those little things will be a thorn in the flesh in your relationship.”

“And I was sure, in the end I was told to choose my wife or my mother. I don't want that to happen. You understand what I mean, Kai?” ask Pram.

Kailla nodded, hurriedly got up and hugged Pram. “I see your point, Honey,” he said.

“So with a heavy heart I decided, for now staying apart is the best way. If you miss mama, you can ask mama to stay here or you can also visit her, Kai. Likewise mama,” whispered Pram.

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To be continued

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