The President's Wife

Chapter 142: Seduced Lolita

That morning, a tinge of sunlight peered through the gap of the hanging white curtains waving. The waves of the beach, calling in the cold morning weather at the end of the rainy season, pierced through to the bone of the sum-sum. The dew grains begin to evaporate away, as the heat begins to sting.

Kaila had just come out of the bathroom after spilling out the liquid inside her stomach. Routine habits since pregnancy. Almost every morning, it must empty its stomach until it is not left, until it pierces the heart.

The young expectant mother, stepped slowly still with a white bathrobe wrapped around her filled body and wet hair rolled up in a towel.

Her hand almost reached for the hairdryer in her dresser drawer as her phone on the nightstand creaked. Frowning questioningly, Kailla rushed to ascertain who the morning troublemaker who had been so presumptuous to contact at the time of the potential hour to indulge under the covers.

Forehead that had been wrinkled added to be, when seeing a message as well as a missed call from an unlisted number in his contact. Choosing to ignore, but his heart was tapped to see the contents of the message.

While walking through the contents of the message, Kailla returned to her original intention of drying out the mahkotaya. The hand skillfully pressed the green logo which later became the most loved message sending media for everyone.

Confused! That's the first time it's been in Kailla's brain. The photo contains a dull, obscure piece of newspaper. Throwing his phone away, thinking it wasn't important. Just a prankster or the wrong address. However, when the still-lit phone had just landed on the table, her heart skipped a beat when she saw her husband's name on the dull piece of newspaper.

News of the missing child! Pratama Reynaldi.

Kailla read carefully. When it dissolves with the contents of the news, again there is a message coming in at the same place. Soon Kailla swiped her phone down. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the piece of newspaper back, no less shabby than before. Contains a photo of a man wearing a suit. The title with the capital letter blackened it makes the feathers goosebumps.

How not.

Death news! A man named Pratama Indraguna ended his life by suicide.

The deg!

Kailla re-digests, while re-reading. What the dark caller sends is a form of terror directed at him. The more he read the news written on the visual, the more he shuddered. Moreover, staring at the photo of a black and white man with terrible eyes, as if holding a grudge.

Stringing back, while circulating his gaze, swept through their quiet and slightly dark room until finally Kailla herself threw her phone in fright. Run and jump into bed. Befalling the slumbering Pram, hiding behind a warm blanket.

Buk up!

The burly body was hit by Kailla's body suddenly. Of course, making Pram immediately awake when he found Kailla who was arbitrarily piled up on his body, without permission.

“What's Kai?” asked Pram with a hoarse voice. The eyes blink trying to adjust to the dim light in the room.

“There's a demon on my phone!” pekik. Not yet had time to string the story, but excessive fear was too domineering in his heart. He hid himself in the blanket.

Pram was as usual. Of course he remembered clearly, how timid the wife was.

“How did that demon get to your phone?” ask Pram. Broke his laughter.

“There, it's awful. Satan committed suicide, his face is hideous,” obviously Kailla shuddered. He took his eyes out from under the blanket.

“If suicide will certainly take revenge on the people who made him commit suicide,”sahut Pram, come scare.

A back-to-back punch hit Pram's arm, before Kailla finally slipped into her husband's arms with a messy bathrobe exposed here and there.

“It's okay. How about today we shop,” bargain Pram soothe. Considering today is a weekend, her work at the office is not too much either. He can take his wife around the mall. A rare moment that has happened so far. Almost never, usually Pram more time spent off in the workspace. And Kailla's shopping is always accompanied by her assistant.

Of course, Pram's offer was accepted by Kailla with great excitement, forgetting his behavior at that time.

“Good. Watch out until you change your mind!” threaten Kailla, point her index finger at Pram.

“No. I'm serious, honey,” whispered Pram tightened his embrace. Then he kissed his wife with feeling.

“Thank you so much,” Kailla said, giving Pram a kiss. She smiles, imagining going on a date with her husband who is super busy to not leave time for him all this time.

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Pram still faithfully waiting for Kailla dissected the contents of an outlet in one of the malls. For almost two hours the man sat on the couch, staring at his wife flying around. Alight from one storefront to another with its agility.

Accompanying Kailla shopping turned out to be extra proof of patience. His wife was the type who had to shop until she was satisfied. Try one by one clothes to find the most comfortable and suitable on his body.

Pram almost fell asleep when Kailla called him. “Already?” pram asked, with reddened eyes restraining his drowsiness.

“The company I tried it on,” explained Kailla, forcibly pulling her husband's hand without asking for approval. Dragging Pram to the dressing room followed by Sam and an employee.

Sam saw Pram who was walking with ogah-ogahan, dragged his wife can only smile happily. At least the man could feel also how his suffering had been accompanying Kailla shopping.

“Wait for me here!” kailla orders, pointing at the wall right next to the locker room door.

Pram nodded. Not much protest, just according to. Lean against the wall with your hands folded over your chest. Waiting for his wife to try on one outfit.

Before long, Kailla had already reappeared from behind the door in new clothes. “Honey, how?” kailla asked smilingly, circling in front of her husband.

“Good,” sahut Pram sober. Honestly, he was getting bored and tired. I want to go home and rest soon.

Kailla was smiling. Repeat, try on another outfit. Everything Kailla tried always got the same answer. If it's not good, beautiful is amazing. Even Pram doesn't see anymore.

Right in the last outfit, Kailla had just opened the locker room door, Pram had already made his comment. “Beauty, Honey,” says Pram slowly.

The man's eyes were rounded, his sentence hanging, as he looked closely at the evening dress Kailla was wearing. His wife was already standing, spinning in front of him.

The high cleavage of the dress, making Kailla's smooth white thighs perfectly exposed. Not to mention the cleavage that shows twin mounds that are getting bigger and tempting during pregnancy, almost spilled out in front of his eyes. The dress was tightly attached to the body, showing the curves of Kailla's body that began to look full on the abdomen.

Too late to comment, making Pram can not retract his words. Only being able to gulp as Kailla smiled happily, making sure the dress would add to the collection of clothes she brought home.

“Wait! Where to wear?” pram asked suddenly, questioning the function of the dress his wife was going to buy.

“Didn't we also rarely go to the party,” continued Pram again. I hope his wife steps down.

“Can be for celebrating the circumcision Sam. Sam's story, when he was a child circumcised, had not been feted in his village. If you're willing, you can celebrate for her now. We invite the neighboring children of the complex, so my dress can be used,” said Kailla origin, staring at her assistant while laughing. Sounds a little upset chiming in on her husband's words. Rushed back to the dressing room.

“Non Kailla's brash, shy away!” grumbled Sam in heart.

Kailla had reentered the dressing room, with Pram leaning back massaging her temple. She was no longer young, standing waiting for Kailla for too long made her head throb.

“Pak, this?” sam asked, pointing at the clothes hanging in his arms,

“It's there! Take it all to the cashier. I'll wait for Kailla here,” Pram's orders.

The man was still leaning against the wall, as a young girl standing in front of him hugged the dress. Looking at her appearance and face, Pram could guess her age was brought by Kailla. With shorts and a short t-shirt, featuring a smooth white flat belly and her navel.

“Sorry, Om. Is there anyone inside?” tanyanya, presenting a sweet smile to Pram.

The girl had been watching Pram. It's not that he doesn't know that Pram is waiting for a girl who tries out dozens of clothes that now inhabit the cashier's desk.

“Before it's over, said Pram casually. Still standing in his original position. Not very responding. He knew clearly the girl's veil intention.

“Oh.. introduce Om, my name is Lolita,” said the girl with no shame. Put his hand on Pram. In an instant, the clothes in his arms fell apart onto the floor.

“Oh sorry,” he said slowly. Crouching back the messy clothes. Seeing that, Pram crouched down to help. However, his intention had not been realized had been heard screaming ears from the direction of the locker room door.

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To be continued

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