The President's Wife

Chapter 145: Recorded in History

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

Hearing Pram's last sentence, of course, Kailla's feelings soared. Remembering the special egg she gave to her husband this afternoon.

“I'm sorry,” whispered Kailla, holding back the embarrassment of having babysit her husband earlier this afternoon.

“Sorry for what?” ask Pram, pretend. Asking his wife, admitting her own mistakes.

Kailla. There was regret in his heart, he often used his emotions when he did not like something.

“I'm sorry, because.because.. “ Speech Kailla restrained, unable to acknowledge his khilaf.

“Because I've made a plump egg on top of my head?” ask Pram, open.

“Isn't that my wife's expertise,” Pram continued again.

“I even want to record it in history. You will definitely be the first woman and wife in the world to do so,” said Pram.

“Equivalent to the first person to land his foot on the moon. Until decades, even hundreds of years will be remembered in the history of the world,” continued Pram.

Kailla blushed in embarrassment, reminded back of her mistake “I'm sorry,” reset Kailla, buried her face in her husband's arms.

Instead Pram was speechless. Just a rough breath. Educating the stubborn Kailla is not an easy matter, he just took over at the age of 17-year-old Kailla, the rest of his wife is still under Riadi's control.

If it used to be every time Kailla acted, she could only quietly finish it without protest, different from now. He can do anything.

When traced back, Kailla has changed a lot. It's just that it's still hard to temper his own emotions. When he doesn't like something, doesn't feel right, he protests in his own way. A way that no one else thinks.

“I'm sorry,” great-grandson Kailla is back.

“Listen Kai, when you don't like something, there are many ways to show your dislike,” Pram explained.

There was a sigh before Pram hugged his wife's shoulder.

“I don't like other people bothering me. And I don't like it, you stare at the girl in the mall like that,” Kailla said.

“Indeed how do I look?” ask Pram.

“Same as when looking at me!” kailla's grouse, getting pissed back.

“Aparticularly the age is far below me, the stomach is still flat, the body is still slim,” Kailla said.

Pram. “This is uneven and enlarged because there is my son here. Not just one, but there are two, it's only natural that it's not as slim as the snot girl,” said Pram, rubbing his wife's stomach.

“If he is pregnant my son will also experience the same thing as you now,” continued Pram, smiling nosily, preparing to welcome the explosion of his wife. Enjoying Kailla's jealousy.

“Do not behave like that again. I don't have a problem with the eggs, it doesn't matter what you do. I'm just ashamed of Sam. You did it out in the open, which everyone could see. Your husband's self-esteem was destroyed instantly,” Pram explained.

Of course Kailla nodded.

“This lips should not smile at anyone, can only smile at me!” kailla said, sweeping her husband's lips with the tip of his thumb and giving him a kiss.

“This eye cannot stare at anyone, it can only look at me!” kailla.

“Hmmmm,” Pram murmur.

“Aparticularly?” ask Pram.

“This is all just mine!” firmly Kailla, hugged Pram tightly.

“One sweet!” pram Sahut. Come hug his wife and give a light kiss on the head.

“Sleep now. I have to leave a little early tomorrow. There was a problem in one of the projects, I had to go down alone to finish it,” explained Pram, laying down his wife, then following lying on Kailla's side.

“David has already flown to Austria, no one is helping me here anymore. Did I ask Lolita to be my assistant, yes,” Pram chirps.

“Lumaya make massages,” he continued again.

For some reason, she enjoys the excessive jealousy of Kailla. Pram feels truly loved by his wife.

Of course, Pram is slipping away, for the first time. “My little sister who asked for a massage,” said Pram origin, whistled to enjoy the annoyed face of his wife.

Buk!!

A pillow hit Pram's face. Not long ago there was a loud voice Pran who laughed at his wife. The man turned around, opened his shirt thrusting his back.

“Interested!” pram's orders, pointing at his naked back, waiting for the touch of his wife's hand.

“Tomorrow I'll go to the hospital to meet daddy,” Kailla's story at once asking for permission. The lentic fingers with long, light-blue-tailed hooves were already dancing on her husband's back.

“Hmmm, say hello to daddy. Tell him, later I was busy, did not have time to visit him often,” continued Pram again.

“Please massage it harder a little. It's nothing to feel,” protests Pram, as she feels Kailla's fingers tickle gently on her back skin.

Before long, Pram's little scream was heard, Kailla pinched her husband's back with all her might.

“It feels right, Honey?” kailla asked, with a nosy smile.

Pram turned his body suddenly, with a recumbent position staring at his wife. “I love you,” said Pram slowly.

“Ah.... !” kailla screeched as her husband's burly hands pulled her into a warm embrace.

***

Next day.

Pram was struggling with a stack of files on his desk. Since this morning he has not been able to go anywhere. The plan is he wants to visit one of his troubled projects, but is stopped because Stella gave him a stack of deadlines and must be signed immediately.

Of course as President, it's not that easy to sign it. He should reread it. The work that David was supposed to do, but since his assistant was on duty outside, Pram would inevitably have to learn it himself.

Some projects that have reached 30% progress, the company can apply for disbursement of funds of several percent according to the initial contract and it requires a signature. Not all can be represented by a manager or use a stamp signature. Especially if the value reaches billions, it really requires a direct scratch of his hand.

The man was still seriously reading the reports of the work in the field, as the phone on his desk shook as it cried out loud. Upon seeing the name that appeared on the screen, Pram frowned. It feels bad, like something bad is going to happen.

And it's true.

“Yes, good afternoon,” hello Pram, when the expensive device stuck to his ear.

Pram was only stunned to hear all the information that the caller conveyed, a second later the man rushed to grab the black suit he hung on the back of the chair. Dressed him furiously and ran out, leaving a pile of work on his desk.

“Ste, I have business outside. Please get my table cleared!” before running to the elevator.

***

Pram is currently in the ICU. Standing right in front of his thin body was helpless, lying stiff for nearly four years. Dozens of hoses stuck to the old body. There were many needles also stuck in the fleshless wrinkled skin.

“Wake up b’sjerk!” pram, in the silence of the room. Only a few medical devices sounded soft, indicating the machine was still functioning.

A sly grin appeared on his face. With a slight bow, the man spoke with anger in Riadi's ears.

“Your daughter is in my hands, even her life is in mine. I can crush it, with just one squeeze of a hand. Just like you destroyed my family!” said Pram.

“Hahaha..!” Pram's laughter was so terrible, it bounced on four sides of the room.

“I already know everything. The crimes you committed against my parents and my family. And now, I will avenge it on your descendants.”

“You know, your daughter is very troublesome!”

“Even he dared to humiliate me. I hope you can hear everything, Riadi Dirgantara.”

***

To be continued

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