The President's Wife

Chapter 159: Special Breakfast

“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.

“Congratulation Dear. Now you believe me?” pram asked, removing the spoon and fork from his hand. The man had already positioned himself facing Kailla. His wife was propping her head up with her right hand resting on the dining table.

Kailla nodded. “I'm sorry I've thought about you this month. Already doubted you,” Kailla said.

The two stared at each other with faces radiating the same happiness. Speaking through the eyes, channeling love through the eyes. Pram brought his face closer to Kailla, enough with just a simple movement, the wife already understood the point, he said,

The cup! That lightning-fast lip kiss just happened. Light, sweet and warm. Celebrating the happiness of both.

“I love you,” whispered Pram, clutching Kailla's nape and sticking her forehead against her forehead.

The sweet behavior both stopped when Kinar accidentally nudged the ceramic plate causing a noise.

“Ma-sorry.” Kinar said, accidentally seeing the couple who were drunk with love whispered spoiled, throwing a smile that ended with a lip.

Pram resumed his lunch, with Kailla without permission to reach into the pocket of her husband's pants. Stealing Pram's phone. The two ignored Kinar who did not dare to approach, just looking from a distance.

“Where's your phone, Kai?” ask Pram. Glancing at Kailla. My wife is busy checking out Instagram.

“My phone was sold for the purpose of living for a month,” Kailla said, his views did not change at all. Busy checking his instagram, which has not been opened at all for a month.

“You want me to buy a new phone or have Stella buy it for you?” tawar Pram, still busy spending his lunch.

“I'll buy it myself, can?” kailla asked, her hand was busy sliding the screen, looking at the latest mobile phone output on google.

Pram nodded. “That's most important you have to be careful. There are my babies with you,”

“Kai, are you seriously unwilling to eat? My kids aren't hungry?” pram asked, this time the man chose to feed his wife.

“I'm still full,” says Kailla. Even so, the pregnant woman still opened her mouth, receiving a bribe from her husband.

“Already, I bribe only. I'm not sure about you. I am not calm if I do not make sure you have eaten properly,” said Pram, adding white rice and side dishes from the table.

“I can be alone, Honey,” reject Kailla, with mouth full of food.

“No, I'm the one who bribed you. After you finish eating, I'm new to the office.”

Netra the man smiled looking at the nimble fingers of Kailla who was getting busy with games on her phone.

“From now on, you have to eat a lot. Your weight's down, honey.” Pram again thrust a spoonful of rice and side dishes into Kailla's mouth.

“Iya ..”

“Later in the afternoon, we go home, right? I've asked Bara to renovate our nursery,” explained Pram.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla. Too busy with games on his phone.

Pram immediately say goodbye to Ibu Citra once finished feeding his wife. Actually do not have the heart, seeing Kailla who is enjoying the game on her smartphone. He knew, Kailla had barely been able to enjoy the sophistication of the square object for almost a month.

“Ma, I have to go to the office for a while. I'm picking Kailla up. Please take care of Kailla for me,” said Pram, still staring at Kailla who was standing, leaning on the pillar of the house was concentrating. Her clenched fingers nimbly shifted to and fro and her expression was so adorable. With a stiff face, occasionally snorting annoyed with pursed lips.

“Ah .. I lost again!” pekik. Repeat the game from the beginning. I forgot my husband was leaving for the office soon.

Five minutes Pram stood by, waiting for Kailla. Until finally, he came forward and approached his wife with a smile.

“Darling I'm leaving now.” Cheeked Kailla while taking her phone out of her hand.

“Yaaaaaaaa, almost won it, babe!” kailla protested with her sad face.

“Beu asks you to buy a new phone. I have to get to the office now, I'm on my way,” Pram again, gently rubbing Kailla's stomach, before walking towards the car where Ricko was waiting for her.

***

Next day.

Pram and Kailla returned to their home last night. Kailla's arrival has been welcomed by the two home assistants, Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida. The two immediately hugged Kailla like a mother who lost her daughter.

Kaila has just prepared breakfast for Pram. Afterwards, she rushed to the room to wake her husband. Just now that the door of the room was open, Kailla was presented with a very tempting sight.

Her man was already standing in front of the dresser, wearing only cloth trousers, black. Show off his field chest and torn bread belly. A white shirt and tie still lay on the bed.

“Honey, you're awake?” kailla asked, walking over.

“Hmmm, have you made breakfast for me?” pram asked, clutching Kailla's body and clutching her tightly.

“Already.” Kailla replied in her potent tone.

“Help me dressed. I wore it myself for a month. I miss the touch of your hand,” said Pram, blinking his eyes.

Without protest, Kailla had already grabbed the shirt and helped Pram wear it while smacking a smile.

“Kai, you haven't missed my scent for a month?” pram asked whispering. A loving look was put on Kailla, who was now busy buttoning one by one the buttons of her shirt.

“I miss you, until almost crazy. Every moment is your face. Every time I sit on the back porch I see you cleaning the grass, but as soon as I blink my eyes it turns out that his Father is Sam,”, Kailla said, with a sharp look.

“You pranking me, huh?” ask Pram. Both of his hands had already locked onto Kailla's waist. Gifting kiss after kiss on the face, made his wife shout out in protest as the fine hairs on her chin rubbed against the smooth skin of the marble tub.

“You've always been adorable Kai. If I'm not on a meeting schedule any minute, I make sure you're out of my hands this morning,” said Pram, teasing.

“Morning your mind has gone everywhere.” scold Kailla. Her hand had opened the buttonhook of Pram's pants, lowered the zipper of her husband's trousers.

“Honey, I have an appointment with mom this afternoon,” Kailla explained. Put down Pram's trousers and put the shirt in his pants. Her husband simply complied and complied.

After making sure everything was perfectly neat, then Kailla reattached the trousers and put on a belt.

“Completed! Stay tie alone,” said Kailla still tidying up the waist of her husband.

“What time will you visit daddy?” ask Pram. With a single jolt, Pram's burly hands managed to raise his wife's body sitting on the dresser, sharing the place with Kailla's cosmetic tools.

“Maybe after lunch,” says Kailla. Her fingers were playing her husband's blue-tie motif.

“I need to accompany you?” pram asked, bowing his body, letting Kailla put a tie around his neck.

“You're busy today? If you are busy, let me and mom alone,” said Kailla. His hand had made the knot skillfully, before long the tie was already installed perfectly in place.

“If you want me to come, I'll have Stella reset my schedule.”

“No need, I can be alone with mama,” Kailla said. Both of her legs were swaying, sitting comfortably on the dressing table.

“Yakin?” pram asked, the man leaned more and more towards Kailla, with both hands locking on the left and right sides of his wife's body.

Kailla nodded.

“Good. Let's go down breakfast,” take Pram, put his lips on his wife's thin lips, and pulverize’ for a bit.

The two had already descended downstairs with Kailla leaning spoiled on her husband's arm. Pram's eyes rounded at the breakfast Kailla prepared. No eggs with melted soy sauce malica or cereal as usual. But this morning Kailla prepared a new menu for her. Though simple, but this is progress for his wife.

“Clear egg and omelet?” pram smiled proudly at Kailla.

Kailla nodded.

“I'll pay for breakfast this morning with the latest hermes output. Stella will send it to you later in the afternoon.”

“Really?” kailla asked, already jumping for joy.

“Iya, but do not tell mama, later mama follow again,” Pram explained

“You know, mama's bag is about to match your collection. Fortunately there is still value if sold, otherwise it will only be a waste of money,” continued Pram.

“Thanks, Darling.” Kaila kissed her husband's cheek tightly.

“I thank you. The money is searchable, but your intention to learn is priceless, not worth hermes though,” Pram smiled.

***

TB