The President's Wife

Chapter 158: A stab can erupt

“Tomorrow to meet your daddy in the hospital," Ibu Citra asked, smiling sincerely at Kailla.

Hearing such sweet-sounding words coming out from her in-laws lips, Kailla immediately hugged the elderly woman tightly.

“Ma, I love you,” whispered in between hugs. Shamelessly dyed her in-laws wrinkled cheeks.

Haru's taste enveloped Kailla's heart. The young pregnant woman felt like she had a mother. Yes, maybe this is the happiness that children feel out there when they can hug the figure they often call mama.

Kailla's tears came down and dripped, along with both hands that were getting closer and closer. There was a happiness that was difficult to express in words, but she was quite grateful to God, at least she could still have a chance to embrace her mother, even though it was only mama-in-law.

Being hugged so tightly, accompanied by a great whimper made Mother Citra moved. He who has no daughters feels a princess. Indeed he has Kinar, but the nature of the girl is different from Kailla. Her daughter-in-law is more expressive, when it comes to affection, Kailla is not half-hearted. Even her daughter-in-law was not shy about hugging and kissing her.

“You are Pram's wife, meaning you are my daughter too,” said Ms. Citra, rubbing Kailla's back.

The dramatic scene ended when Pram opened the room door. The man was stunned when he saw his mother and wife hugging while crying.

“What the fuck is this?” pram asked, stepping in closer to the two.

“You why? What's the problem until we cry together like this?” ask Pram, astonished.

Pram immediately grabbed Kailla's body and let his wife cry in his arms.

“Honey, why are you guys compact crying like this?” tanya Pram, peck at Kailla's head.

“Tas branded your target already sold out? So you cry it here,” asked Pram guessing. Imagine the same crazy in-laws and daughter-in-law. Not only his wife who likes branded goods, his mother also does not want to lose.

Kailla did not reply, instead she tightly hugged the waist of the man clad in a light blue shirt. Burning his face in the chest of Pram field, all of you hitchhiked clean tears and snot that came out because of too much crying.

“Darling, I stayed for a while, it's okay, right?”pram asked, wiping his long hair down while tightly clutching his wife.

“I have to go to the office. Stella just called me. There is a little work that I have to finish,” continued Pram.

Kailla. “You will be long in the office?” ask Kailla. With both hands still faithfully wrapped around her husband's waist.

“I don't know, I'll finish it as soon as possible,” said Pram, framing his wife's pretty face with both hands. Giving her some distance so she could stare at Kailla's face.

“You are here with your mother, later after my work is done, I will pick you up,” pinta Pram, kiss the lip of his wife's feet at a glance. Shamelessly in front of my mother.

Kailla was still playing both of her eyebrows, looking thoughtful.

“OK, Darling?” ask Pram, waiting for an answer.

Kailla. “I still want to be with you,” Kailla said slowly.

Pram smile. “I have to make money for you and our son. I promise it won't be long.”

Kailla was still pouting, when Pram returned to voice.

“Ma , can leave us,” pinta Pram on Ibu Citra. The woman in a home batik suit stood looking at her daughter-in-law without blinking, but hearing her son's request, she immediately stepped aside without saying much.

Once jolted, Pram managed to lift Kailla standing on the bed. Surely after making sure his mother came out of the room.

Kaila's hand, which had locked Pram's waist, turned around in her neck. Standing on the bed, Kailla becomes taller than Pram.

“I won't be long. I was only meeting for a while, after that go home,” persuaded Pram, looking up at Kailla.

“Can be via mobile only!” Kailla finally gave me an idea. I don't know why she wanted to be separated from her husband.

“Can't, Honey. No David, usually he who replaces me,” explained Pram.

“Iya. Moreover?” ask Pram.

“Emmmm .. later return from the office, buy me a meatball in the usual place,” continued Kailla.

“Good.” The kiss landed on the left and right cheeks, alternating. Last docked on Kailla's lips, sweet and light.

“Already all the requirements?” ask Pram again.

“Looking me up to the dinner table,” pinta Kailla started spoiled back.

Kailla's last request made Pram take a few steps back. Staring at his wife with his stomach.

“With what style should I carry you, Kai?” pram asked confused himself.

“Your stomach is already as big as a balloon, it can not be carried ala koala, especially as in the dramas korea,” ledek Pram, immediately make Kailla pout. With both hands, measuring his stomach was said to be Pram like a balloon.

“Huh!” kailla Degus.

“I'm not at peace with you. Watch out later tonight ask to the fields again!” threaten Kailla, point her index finger at the chuckling Pram.

“Then to the field does not matter, Darling.” Pram reasoned.

“No matter what. This balloon if it gets punctured can erupt!” kaila stroked her big belly, smiling triumphantly walking towards the door.

Seeing Kailla walk towards the door, Pram hurriedly followed. Without notice, already carrying the body of Kailla ala bridal style, at least only this style can do so that the babies are not squeezed when held.

“Open the door, Kai. You are very heavy,” protest Pram.

“I'm going to the office with Ricko, Bayu and Sam will accompany you here,” explained Pram, dropping Kailla's body on the dining chair. Kinar who was preparing lunch on the table, could only steal a glance. Don't dare to blatantly look, afraid of getting hit by Pram's spray again.

“Don't be long!” Kailla had already filled the rice on an empty plate, covering it with side dishes and vegetables.

“Mama don't eat?” kailla asked Ms Citra who was watching television not far from them.

“Eat it, Kai. Mama is still full,” said Ms. Citra, did not take her eyes off the television screen at all.

“Tante Kinar doesn't eat lunch?” kailla asked the girl who was still busy tidying up the kitchen.

“Iya, soon Kai,” Kinar said.

Pram pulls the chair right next to Kailla. Just as the man sat down, Kailla had already thrust out a plate full of food in front of Pram.

“Spend your lunch, after that new to the office,” Kailla said, smiling.

“You didn't eat, Kai? Said he asked to be fed.”

“Let's go, I eat with mama,” explained Kailla, approaching her face next to Pram, then whispering something in Pram's ear.

Pram stared in disbelief digesting the sentence that Kailla had just delivered to him. “Serious?” pram asked, looking at his wife in disbelief.

Kailla nodded and smiled.

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TB