The President's Wife

Chapter 171: Call the Bayu

A week after Riadi's departure, Kailla's condition has improved considerably. The pregnant woman began to carry out her usual routine. That morning, Kailla began her day by making Pram breakfast. Habits during marriage he did, it's just that since studying with Mother Sam, the menu of Kailla cuisine more colorful and diverse.

Since the departure of daddy, Pram decided not to go to the office, just work from home. Ibu Citra also occasionally come to visit her son and daughter-in-law. Trying to comfort Kailla who is still drowning in grief.

“Honey, I have to go to the office today.” Suddenly Pram was already standing behind Kailla. The man was neat with a black shirt minus the tie that was still slung on the back of the chair joining his work coat.

“Loh, instead of still on leave, Darling?” kailla asked, looking at it. His hands nimbly flipped through the fried chicken that yesterday afternoon was seasoned yellow by his assistant. For this one menu, Kailla gave up. He could only snatch it.

“Yes, Stella called me earlier. There's an important meeting and I have to attend. Not good to be absent constantly. We okay left?” tanya Pram makes sure, while folding both arms of his shirt to the elbow.

“No, I'm fine.” Kailla hugged her husband's waist with her left hand and her right hand was busy with a claw.

“Really?” The handsome-looking mature man this morning immediately took over the claw from his wife's hand. Pushing Kailla's body slowly to get out of the way and take over the frying task.

Kailla nodded.

“This morning you are so sweet, Kai.” A sweet kiss docked on red lips blushed. Pram enjoys his short kiss in the middle of his second cooking activity.

“What are you cooking, Kai?” pram asked, staring at the pot that his wife was stirring.

“Sayur spinach and corn.”

“True menu pregnant women.”

The man had already drained one by one pieces of fried chicken and put it on the plate. After all, Pram chose to sit waiting with his legs folded while looking at his wife who was starting to flexible while in the kitchen.

“Kai, would you like to come to the office with me?” pram asked, pulling the phone out of his pants pocket.

While waiting for his breakfast to be ready, the man surfed in cyberspace. Checking Kailla's social media that she secretly hacked with the help of Sam. Kailla's favorite assistant who is now having an affair with her. Sam will report everything about Kailla to her, as much detail as possible. Until a hair falls out, Pram will know.

Ditya's experience suddenly present in the middle of his household makes Pram more alert. And Sam is completely loyal to carry out his duties, only to be negligent when Kailla disappears and hides in the residence of his parents. The assistant knew nothing.

“I'm home, honey. Mama wants to come here with Aunt Kinar,” story Kailla, with thick gloves lift a pot containing clear vegetables and put it in the middle of the table.

“Oh yes? Why didn't mom call me?” tanya Pram frowned.

“Because now, that mama's boy, Kailla Riadi Dirgantara, not you!” kailla said throwing jokes.

Jemari Pram is agilely playing on the phone screen, staring at the still slim pictures of Kailla with her flat stomach. Paying attention to one by one photo of his wife until not realizing the figure bercelemek with his big stomach has forced to sit on his lap without permission.

Bruckk!

“Awwww!!” pram's screams were startled, the phone in his hand almost came off. Kailla's increasingly heavy body, plus the sudden arrival of his wife, dropped the body just like that.

“Your breakfast is ready, Darling.” Kailla said, looking at her drunken husband, like being caught off guard and hastily hiding something from him.

“What do you see?” kailla asked, sitting sideways comfortably on Pram's lap.

“No.” Pram shook his head, locking his phone screen. Don't want to be caught secretly stealing in his wife's medsos. Even the man checked all the incoming messages Kailla had received.

In a sitting position like this, Kailla's stomach looks bigger and bigger. Rounded in front of the eyes.

“Why never post a photo of me on your social media, Kai?” pram asked suddenly, rubbing Kailla's stomach and peeling her slowly.

“I don't want to. Many will come after you,” said Kailla relaxed.

“Then, why never post your photo again since pregnancy?” todong Pram again. Hiding his jealousy in the heart. Photos of Kailla getting hundreds of likes from her followers make Pram burned. Especially after making sure that gave the thumbs up from among the women, again he was crazy in his silence.

“You don't see my stomach is this big, not to mention I have to leave all the cosmetics and temporarily stop my skin care.” Kailla was half grumbling.

“I don't want to look ugly in photos.”

The heavy hand held his wife tightly. “So this is all my fault. So you mean?” pram asked, smiling nosily.

“He .. em, if not blame you, I have to blame who. Didn't my stomach grow because of you,” said Kailla did not want to lose.

“It's your fault, honey. Every night sleep without clothes, so enter the wind stage four,” said Pram origin. His laughter broke when he saw Kailla's annoyed expression.

Plakk! The punch landed on Pram's shoulder as a grunt came out of Kailla's lips.

“Already, I was just kidding. Let's have breakfast now,” take Pram.

***

Pram was struggling to swallow a clear vegetable made by his wife. As usual, the clear vegetables made by Kailla taste bland without taste, still much more delicious cobokan water, used hand washing when skinning chicken hot. Due to the habit of Kailla who does not want to try his own cooking. Even his wife never wanted to eat his cooking, preferring the menu served by Ibu Ida or Ibu Sari.

“How, Babe?” kailla asked for an opinion. After seeing Pram's expression, I swallowed a clear vegetable sauce.

“Excellent,” sahut Pram, laugh off.

“I'm serious!” grouse Kailla.

“See this expression of mine. You can guess it, darling.” Pram says.

“How do I know, your face looks so enjoy.”

The debate between the two came to a halt when Mother Citra suddenly entered. Both Kailla and Pram were shocked, as the elderly woman stood up with a face holding back in annoyance.

“Pram, how do you educate your people!” gerutu Ibu Citra, leave the waist.

Sontak Pram was surprised. Her mother came without further ado, without even warning her first. Angry is unclear.

“What's up, Ma?” ask Pram in surprise.

“Call Bayu here! I'll kill him now!”

***

TB

It feels sad, but Om Pram and Kailla will be over soon. After writing his second story from June 2020 under the title Little Wife of the President (Season 1). The President's Wife (Season 2). The author hopes to meet again in season 3 (this is still in consideration stage )

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