The President's Wife

Chapter 175: The New Pleasure of Kailla

Pram stepped out after peeping his wife. The handsome man immediately met his mother who was definitely waiting for him in anger and annoyance.

“Honey, I have to see mom for a while.” The burly hand was still faithfully grasping tightly the hand of his wife.

“You're not going to the office?” kailla asked, frowning.

“After seeing mom, I'm going to the office. Please be nice to my mom. Today his mood is not good because of the news about Kinar.”

Kailla nodded.

“Good at home. Titip my kids, Kai. If there's anything with your womb, call me right away. Your husband will fly as fast as lightning to meet you,” said Pram, smiling.

The two split up in the living room. Kailla returns to the bedroom and Pram meets her mother in the gazebo behind the house.

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Ibu Citra was enjoying the breeze of the sea blowing with the stinging heat of the morning sun. The annoyance has not completely disappeared even though Bayu has explained the truth.

“Ma, still not satisfied with his anger?” Pram dropped his body on the wooden chair right in front of Mom Citra. Mengulum smiled casually and without burden.

“What are you planning?” ask Ibu Citra, probing.

“Nothing, Ma. Just make everything run where it should.” Pram sits with his legs folded. Looking at Mother Citra. After Kailla, her next job was to persuade her mother to accept everything that had already happened.

It's not really a hard job. After all, actually the mama is not unappreciated, it's just that the path chosen by Bayu and Kinar is too extreme. You should be able to ask for good blessing, without hiding it from everyone. Kinar is still single as well as Bayu, there is no reason not to approve both.

“I asked Bayu to bring Kinar home to mama's house. Stay together again.” Pram started the story. His gaze stared far towards the back garden. Seen Sam, Donny and Ricko are shrouding jars containing fish cu pang collection Kailla. His wife has a new hobby since becoming pregnant and lives more at home.

And that made Pram shake his head, dozens of fish was named by his wife. From Korean actors, Hollywood to Bollywood. It was clearly visible from the white paper attached to the glass jar, which inscribed the names of Kailla's favorite actors represent the identity of the fish in the jar. If you visit Kailla fish jars, it seems to be at the Academy Award event, studded with top stars.

Ibu Citra looked in the same direction. Since then, Pram had his own smiles seeing his assistants crowding.

“Pram!” shouted softly Mother Citra, resuscitating men who were pensive.

“Oh, sorry Ma.” Pram took his eyes back.

“Mama wouldn't mind, would you?” ask Pram.

Ibu Citra was still grunting in endless annoyance. Remembering how he could be lost.

“Ma, stop. They're already married. Soon you will have children. Isn't that your grandson too. Mama should be grateful. The car is no longer young. Age is already three heads, can still marry and have children.”

“What to expect a woman like Kinar. Some people want to be responsible and love what they are. Wouldn't that be better than forever beside you, taking care of you. She's not a maid. He deserves to be happy and have a life of his own.” Pram explained at length.

“Yes, mom knows. It's just that mama does not like the way Bayu like that,” stressed Ibu Citra.

“Already Ma. It's happening. Better pray everything is fine. Mama has also calmed down, at least someone is looking after Kinar now.”

Ibu Citra was still flinching.

“Ma, try to accept Bayu. He is a good and responsible man. She kept Kaila from us unmarried. I've considered him like my own brother.”

Ibu Citra only heard without much protest.

“Me and Kailla, have no one else. They are my family.” Pram pointed at the assistants who were gathering.

“Rezeki, the soul mate and death is already there to arrange. If something bad happens to me. I can only leave my mother, wife and children to them.”

The man smiled back at Mother Citra. “I'll buy the house next door. Later I will break into the wall and give access to the entrance and exit of this house to the next house. Assistants can also go in and out of there.

“Mama will stay there later, next to us. What about mama?”

Pram. “Investment Ma, buy a house will not lose,” sahut Pram relaxed.

“Mama is up to you only ..”

“Alright, problem solved.” Pram patted his thigh. Just as the man was about to stand up, suddenly two hands tightly hugged his neck from behind. Pram could feel something stuck to his back.

“Honey, you haven't left for the office?” kailla asked spoiledly, peeking softly at her husband's cheek.

“This is just leaving. What are you doing here?” pram asked, clutching Kailla's hand that was twisting her neck.

“I'd like to see Mas Gading Martin,” Kailla said casually.

“Hah?! Ivory Martin?” Pram's eyes are rounded, making sure his hearing is not wrong.

“That!” Kailla pointed at her jar-topless fish.

“New again? Why is this one called local, Kai?” Pram.

“These are things Sam got for me in the swamps near the reservoir,” Kailla said.

Pram just nodded.

“I want to make a large aquarium, baby. Then want to pour everything into one, so that I am satisfied to look at it,” Kailla's story innocently.

“They're going to smash, baby. Like we do every night. Until one of them goes took.” Pram smiles nosy.

The man in the work suit was already standing, clasping his wife's hand. “Come show me. Where's your latest fish collection?” pram asked, taking his wife closer to the crowd of his assistants.

“You seriously want to see it? Didn't you not want to talk about it at all. I guess you don't like my new hobby,” Kailla said with a smile. Leaving Ibu Citra that Pram has ignored since Kailla's arrival.

“I didn't have time, Kai. Lots of office work, not to dislike your new pleasure.”

“Really?” Kaila immediately broke free from the grasp of her husband's hand. The pregnant mother immediately hugged Pram's waist while walking.

“Hmmm,” murmur Pram, smile. Patting the top of Kailla's head.

“Sunday I will invite you to buy a new fish. We will also buy a better aquarium from those glass jars.”

“Really?” kailla asked, happy to rise when she heard her husband's invitation.

“Ya, you like?”

Kailla nodded. “Thanks, Darling.” Kiss landed on Pram's lips. The pregnant mother shamelessly kissed her husband in the middle of the assistants.

“Moreover what you want?” ask Pram.

“No.”

“Begging Donny to clear one of the rooms in the house. I'll order a display case for your fish. So you don't have to squat every day to play with them.”

Pram's smile brightened when he saw Kailla who was so happy for a simple thing. His wife controlled assets of hundreds of billions of rupiah, but still played with fish taken from the swamps. Happiness is simple and need not be expensive.

And that's the one that makes Pram crazy about Kailla. His wife always lived as she was. Eating just like any other assistant, living like most people. Only one makes it different, a collection of bags branded hundreds of millions to billions of dollars in their room cabinets.

The rest of Kailla was just like the others. His feet were still on the earth, still rowing in the same blue sky.

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