The President's Wife

Chapter 144: The one and only

Throughout the journey Kailla's face there is no sweetness. Coupled with an incoming message that he thought was not important it made his mood worse in the rest of the day. The threatening or terrorizing message was not important to her, so Kailla chose to ignore it.

Pram still with all persuasion, trying to soften Kailla who was already emotional because of the work of Lolita. Not only there, all the kisses and caresses also intervened to make Kailla smile again.

“Kai, we to supermaket, yes,” invite Pram. It felt like lingering outside would be better than Kailla cultivating anger until it finally ended with her expulsion from inside their bedroom. As much as possible he should succeed in softening his children.

“Sayang,” persuade Pram morning, grabbing onto Kailla's stiff shoulder with a pretty wry acid look like a vinegar spilled meatball gravy.

Kailla did not reply, continuing to pursed her lips. Looking straight ahead, unwilling to turn to Pram who was sitting by his side.

“If you can, I want to pry your eyes out!” kailla said with anger. This time, she turned to her husband. With the index finger and middle finger fixed to the eyes of Pram.

Pram of course shriveled. Not to be ignorant of the mood of Kailla who easily goes up and down during her pregnancy. Easily provoked and jealous.

Especially when Kailla saw Lolita's flat and slender stomach, Pram's laughter almost broke when Kailla came to look at her growing belly. It looks full like it's full. His wife's back is emotional. The mood of a pregnant woman is difficult to guess. It can rise suddenly just because of a small thing.

“Already. Don't get angry again yeah,” persuade Pram, steal a kiss on Kailla temple.

“This is our first date not.” Pram reminded.

“It should not be sweet,” he continued.

Kailla was still pouting and harboring growing jealousy in her heart. Even when Sam's car stops at the supermaket parking lot, Kailla stays unmoved. Throw away face.

“Hei, Mistress. Don't get mad again,” rayu Pram, holding Kailla's hand down from the car and into the supermaket.

Kailla complies, albeit with compulsion.

“I'll cook for you after. What do you want to put in, honey,” asked Pram, stepping in while twisting his wife's waist. Sam who was walking behind swiftly picked up the trolley and pushed it for both of his employers.

Kailla.

“Pasta? Fried rice? A seafood? Fried noodles?” tawar Pram, mentions his wife's favorite food menu.

Has gone to great lengths to tear Kailla down, for the sake of an apology and a smile, but Pram again has to swallow her disappointment. Kailla just kept quiet, tailing around, with no intention of opening her voice.

“Special plunge eggs?” tawar Pram again. Ask Sam to take a tray of chicken eggs and put them in a trolley.

“I don't want to, I'm tired,” Kailla said at last.

Pram could certainly smile with relief. She's been trying to get Kailla to talk.

“You just go home?” ask Pram again. Looking at the trolley, there were some materials he had already bought.

Kailla nodded.

Pram is seen taking out his wallet, handing over some of his banknotes and asking Sam to pay for their groceries. He himself had asked for the car keys and asked Kailla to wait there.

“Tired?” tanyanya after helping Kailla sit comfortably in the back seat.

“Slightly,” sahut Kailla still with her horrible face.

Kailla's view is fixed on dozens of shopping bags lined up neatly on the floor of the car. There was not a bit of happiness as usual. Spending her husband's money by buying those expensive things didn't give her happiness. Lolita ruined everything.

“You're still mad?” ask Pram again, still not giving up.

“I don't like your gaze on that girl!” kailla's grouse, it's still going on.

“Sorry I promise I won't stare at any woman again,” said Pram relented.

Even so the mood of Kailla still has not returned, in still grunting endless annoyance every remember Pram. Jealousy shuts everything down, including Pram's loyalty all along.

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Sam is dropping off all of Kailla's groceries from the car when the couple argue back for the girl who doesn't even know where she's going. Fighting because Lolita who might be now is happy with her sugar daddy. Leaving trouble for Pram and Kailla.

The assistant could only cluck in annoyance. Hearing Pram's voice that continued to persuade him was bored, let alone the two who underwent.

“Kai, I'm sorry. How about we make a plump egg,” bargain Pram still gathers his unlimited patience. The net caught Sam who was carrying a tray filled with chicken eggs neatly arranged on it.

Kailla, who was still overcome with jealousy and emotion, without much question grabbed the tray from the hands of her assistant.

“Nih! I made you a special egg that you can't forget for the rest of your life,” Kailla's scolding, after breaking the egg on her husband's head.

“Kai, still not finished?” pram asked after a long silence.

The man was trying to gather his patience for Kailla. Enjoying all of Kailla's sometimes excessively jealous behavior, sulks her childishness.

Huffing a rough breath, staring fixedly at his wife. Pram is speechless. He was enjoying the yellowed egg fragments mixed in the scalp and face of his face. Feeling a sticky sensation above the head, down creeping into the face. Not to mention the fishy eggs along with pieces of shell left in her hair.

“Take it's punishment from your son for his daddy's basket-eye!” gerutu Kailla, stepped inside the house. Doesn't care about Pram with his messy condition.

Sam, who was still in his place, held back a smile. Unable to speak, seeing Pram being bullied by his own wife. As an assistant, she could only encourage Pram.

“Pak, please be patient. It's a test,” comfort Sam, before running into the house carrying tentengan in both hands. He does not want to be a medium of Pram's impingement that is dampening the anger because Kailla is treated inhumanely.

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Until night falls, Kailla and Pram's relationship is still cold. Various persuasion techniques have been thrown Pram for the wife. Until finally Pram was forced to use his mother to help soften Kailla.

The man was still pacing back and forth in his room, staring at Kailla who was wrapped in a blanket. Shutting down his body, hiding there.

After running out of ideas, Pram finally remembered with Ibu Citra. Hurriedly the mature man searched for a cell phone and connected it to his mother.

“Hallo Ma,” say hello Pram when the phone connection is connected. Kaila, who was still awake, was seen sharpening her hearing. Follow what her husband says.

As usual, until finally the voice of Pram called his name.

“Honey,” call Pram, gently pat Kailla's body hidden under the covers.

“Mama,” Pram said again as his wife's head poked out from under the covers. Then he put his cell phone on Kailla. Of course Kailla couldn't protest, just according to.

Kailla was already sitting leaning on the bed, sticking her legs out in search of the most comfortable position while talking to her mother-in-law. And Pram, the man did not waste his chance, sat down at Kailla's outstretched feet, began to massage his wife without being asked.

The hand skillfully squeezed his wife's legs. Repeated from the fingertips to the thighs. Switching from the left foot to the right foot.

A stiff face with a horrible gaze of Kailla, began to melt. There was a little rainbow on his wife's pretty face. A curvy smile on Kailla's thin lips while talking to her in-laws, made Pram ventured to expand into other regions. The massage on both of his wife's legs now moved to his arms and hands.

Start back massaging from the shoulder to the fingertips of the hand. Pram deliberately did not want to look at the bead that suddenly rounded wide when he saw the sass. But Pram does not care, now he is trying to take the heart of Kailla who since noon had been messy because of the work of Lolita.

For almost half an hour, the son-in-law and in-laws chatted on their phones. From discussing the expensive clothes that were bought by Kailla last afternoon, to telling rumors of artists who were hits.

Pram himself, already exhausted massaging. The man thrusts his shoulder for Kailla to lean back while playing with the long, draped hair rolled in a circle with the tip of her index finger.

Just as the phone line was turned off, the man immediately took a chance. Pecking his wife's lips, while repeating the apologies that have often been thrown since last afternoon.

“Sorry.. sorry.. sorry..”.

“Don't be angry again, I'm sorry,” Pram whispered. He hugged Kailla.

“No woman can shake my heart. The one and only, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara,” he said seduce.

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To be continued

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