The President's Wife

Chapter 190: All is well

Pram smiled, looking at his wife who devoured a serving of seafood fried noodles. Time was almost crawling through the middle of the night, while the two were still sharing stories, exchanging stories. Kailla with the drama of the traffic jam Jakarta-Bandung and vice versa, the elegies of her failed project, minus the story of Anita of course. The ex-girlfriend who gave the surprise and destruction of RD Group who just counted the days.

“Honey, want?” bargain Kailla, roll the fried noodles with a stainless fork, thrust them into Pram's mouth.

“I'm still full.” Pram refused, accompanied by a head that was so tight.

An unusual sight. Pram sits on top of the gurney and Kailla sits on a chair right on the side of the gurney. Put a portion of fried noodles on the bed.

“Your leg still hurts? You've tried the wheelchair, honey?” ask Kailla. He put a big roll of noodles back into his mouth. Hunger and hunger are real.

“Still, my left leg can already move, but my right leg still can't be used,” is obviously a man in the hospital's blue clothes.

“Start tomorrow accompany me here, Kai. Don't go anywhere else. Enough by my side, I will take care of the company as much as I can,” said Pram, patting the top of his wife's head slowly. She slowly wore a small, spoiled smile etched on Kailla's lips.

“Now I have reason to refuse to carry you,” said Pram, pointing to his right leg still wrapped in bandages.

“But if I am healthy, I can no longer carry you who weigh twice as much. Your husband is old, Kai.”

“Aaaahhhh!!” little squealed Kailla with a frown that was so adorable.

“Why should I discuss my weight. While pregnant, I held a grudge with scales and mirrors,” complained Kailla, stopping her eating. Given his body that is getting swollen more and more days.

“Sorry, continue eating for my son.” Take over the fork that lies resigned, left by the owner. The pregnant woman was sulking as usual.

“Eat, Darling. I'm sorry.” The man persuaded slowly.

“Honey, let me take care of the company in a week. At least until you can use crutches,” pinta Kailla, suddenly.

“No! My decision has been round and cannot be contested,” said Pram.

“Sayang ..” The whimper was getting louder, along with Sam's fine snoring that was already well wading through the night.

“No. Finish food. Sleep!” decah Pram's.

“Darling, let me learn in a week. Please.” The whimper that sounded spoiled. Kailla stood up and grabbed Pram's neck with both hands.

“No!” firmly Pram.

“Ya?” tawar Kailla, sweep Pram's lips at a glance. Attempts to seduce the heart.

“No!” Pram still refused, this time covering his mouth with his left hand. Didn't give Kailla access to kiss him any deeper.

Kailla was not lost her mind, not allowed to kiss on the lips, she tilted her head and kissed Pram's neck. His appearance was like a vampire ready to suck fresh blood.

“Oh ... Kai, what are you doing?” Pram chuckled, as Kailla sucked her neck deep, leaving a reddish mark.

“Ya, can? Just a week, honey. Please!” Both hands have moved. Not struggling anymore, instead unbutton Pram clothes with flirtatious style.

“Honey! Don't put it this way.” Pram's tone sounded resolute, peering towards Sam, the assistant who had been sleeping with her mouth open perfectly was now already blowing. Sam's lips trembled as the sound of the bus came out, signifying how deep and tired he was.

“Allow me another week at the office, yes?” Kailla still insists. The frisky fingers had managed to remove all the clothes buttons, switch carving and tickle the chest of her husband's field with his right index finger.

“Darling, it looks like you're cursing,” Kailla said in a teasing tone. The tongue sweeps the lips in such a way, deliberately putting on a seductive look, complete with a blink of the eye. Staring at Pram with the face of a starving lioness.

Pram was up, biting his lips. His laughter broke as Kailla began to seduce.

“Kai, already. You are not talented. I'm more tempted by your indulgence than a bad woman like this." Re-close his open clothes. The man smelled a smile as Kailla put away her fried noodle plate and went up to the top of the gurney.

“What do you want? Don't tell me because I'm helpless, you want to harass me,” accuse Pram, pretend to be scared. The man shuddered in horror at Kailla approaching him.

With a single jolt, Pram managed to master it, blocking both wrists of Kailla who was acting on his body.

“Ah ..” Kailla snorted in annoyance as Pram managed to make her give up

“Sleep with me, here, tonight,” pinta Pram. Trouble shifting her body, sharing a place for Kailla.

“Here is narrow, not fit if you have to sleep foursome,” complained Kailla.

“Fourth?”

“You, me and the kids, baby,” explains Kailla

Pram smiled at his wife's explanation. “You mustn't stay away from me, hug your husband tightly so as not to fall. Install the safety on the right left, so you will not roll down,” Pram command.

“Honey, I'll give you a kiss if you let me take care of the company in a week,” coax Kailla, start the action again.

“Really?”

Pram smiled sumringah, but the smile dimmed, Pram immediately refused. “No, I don't want you to take care of the company. I want you to focus on your pregnancy only.”

“Sayang .. are you not proud that your wife is a useful human being for the nation and nation. Has contributed to the progress of the country Indonesia.” Kailla began to diplomacy.

“It doesn't affect me. I'm more proud that my wife is smart to cook, smart to take care of children, let alone smart to dance on the bed,” said Pram origin.

The punch landed smoothly on Pram's shoulder, Kailla upset herself hearing Pram's ravings.

“I'd rather, you be yourself, Kai. I know business is not your field. I know, the company's not your most comfortable place. I'm happier when I see you making a mess and can learn so much from the mess you're making.” Pram said slowly.

“We can't force someone to jump into a world he doesn't like. Design is your world. I'm happy to see you cross out the white paper with a picture I don't even understand. I'm proud to see you comfortable in a place you choose yourself, with or without achievements.”

“Ah ... Babe.” Kailla hugged her husband tightly.

“Sunday! After a week of returning to your world. The company is not your place. That's my responsibility.” Pram.

"I'm a man, Kai. I'm a husband. It is my duty and responsibility to ensure that your happiness, your comfort and all your needs are met when I am able or I am unable to do anything."

"I'm sorry. Later I was too busy, until I forgot to find an assistant, David's replacement and fill the vacant vice-director's seat. You shouldn't have to bother, if there were them," Pram said.

Five minutes, the two hugged each other on top of the gurney in silence, Kailla suddenly descended.

“Honey where to go?” ask Pram.

“I want to go to the bathroom, change clothes, brush new teeth can sleep. Where's my dressing room?” ask Kailla.

“Wood put it in the closet.”

Shortly after, Kailla returned with her sleeping negligee. The look of a real pregnant woman. Before going up to the top of the gurney, still had time to pull the curtain so that their activities are not visible to others.

“Honey, during these two months how is the company?” pram asked, enjoying the warmth of Kailla's body that coiled spoiled on him.

Kailla. Since waking up from a coma, Pram has never discussed company issues, only this time.

“Just sleep, I'm sleepy.” Kailla further immersed herself into Pram's arms. She could feel her husband's hand rubbing his stomach feelingly.

“What's all okay?” ask Pram again.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla. Tired of travel, making it easy to fall asleep. Moreover, can enjoy the warmth of hugs and body aroma of the husband who has long missed him.

“Tell me, is everything okay, Kai?” ask Pram again. Hearing of Kailla's departure to Bandung, Pram smells something wrong.

“Nothing. Just go to sleep now. All is fine.”

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TB