The President's Wife

Chapter 194: Sharing fears

“So, you'd rather sell me to Anita. I see, Kai?” todong Pram, sneaky smile.

Sitting restlessly on Pram's left thigh, Kailla tried to be as calm and sweet as possible. Both of her hands twisted the spoiled neck of her husband, Kailla smiled before making a sound. The pregnant woman began to launch a death appeal in her silence.

“Why smile-smile?” Pram brought the tip of his nose closer to the end of Kailla's pointed nose.

Uh! It's been a long time since he's spoiled a bad girl, his little wife. It had been a long time since carrying the now bloated Kailla nearly doubled.

“I ...” Kailla tickled Pram's nape with the tip of her fingers, before long the fingers had moved to the earlobe, rubbing slowly in silence. A terkulum smile with eyes looking meaningfully.

Not far from Kailla, Pram smelled a smile. Occasionally staring, while enjoying touch after touch flirting that almost two months is absent from his daily life.

“Jawab my question first, dear,” pinta Pram, blocking the naughty hands of Kailla who has since provoked her passion.

“Choose me or your bags?” repeat Pram, throwing a smile with a wink in his right eye.

“I choose you.” Kailla answered quickly.

“Yakin?”

Kailla nodded. “Of course! You are not replaceable, my dear. Choosing you, I can even get double from my bag cabinet now.”

Pram chuckles. “Jenius! Despite choosing me, it's still your target those bags.” The hug on the waist was getting stronger. Sometimes Pram can be seen grimacing in pain when his legs accidentally move.

“Of course I'm a genius. I just look ordinary when I'm with you. You're too perfect,” explains Kailla.

“Really?” Pram asked back.

“He-em ...”

“I'm not that perfect, Kai. I like to get angry, ask Sam. He will surely nod. I like swearing and hitting, try asking Bayu. I like to prank you. Right, right?” ask Pram.

“I'm just trying to be perfect for you and our kids, but not for anyone else. Because I know, I have limitations too. It can't please everyone,” continued Pram.

“I'm just trying my best for you and our kids. I still have a lot of flaws, honey. And, I have a reason for that. When another man puts himself as a partner in the life of his partner, I place myself as your parent. A father will have a myriad of patience and understanding for his son.”

Kailla looked at Pram with a glowing face. “Do I think of you like that as well actually. Like a father?”

Pram seemed to think. “Maybe,” said Pram, while gently rubbing Kailla's stomach.

“Our story starts from a relationship that is not the same as someone else. A little unfair when it comes to comparing it to the story of another couple.” Pram smile.

The man looked bright, staring at the empty gurney in front of him, while Kailla was still concentrating with her fingers. The pregnant woman was busy carving on the curves of her husband's face with the tips of his fingers.

“Mama once asked me ...” There was a rough sigh, Pram stopped for a moment to look at his wife.

“Why do I spoil you? Mama always complains at the beginning of knowing our marriage.” Pram.

“Then?”

“You are my wife now, but deep down, you are still my daughter. My old naughty daughter. I can only consider you a whole wife, while sharing the taste on the bed.” Pram chuckles.

“Ah! Daddy ...” Kaila draped her hands back to Pram's neck, showering kisses all over Pram's face.

“Yes, Mommy!”

“I love you, Dad.”

“I too, Mom.” Replaced Pram gives kisses on the forehead and head of Kailla.

“I'm quite happy when you acknowledge my genius.” Kailla smiled, returning to the initial conversation.

“From now on, think like when you choose a bag or me. Every important decision, especially when in this business, think like that. The gains you see in plain sight, sometimes are misleading. Consider it a little further, Mom. I don't blame you for all the losses you've created. Because of the initial plunge here, I was also just short-minded and used my ambitious side. It turns out business is not like that!”

“Cute with me! I'll show you the Group RD.” Pram asks Kailla to help him stand up and walk with his crutches.

“Dad, with these two crutches, you are getting old.” Kaila still had time to laugh at Pram.

“With a balloon in your belly, you also look much more mature than usual, Mom. Is not that the law of nature. When I age, will you grow up?” Pram responded to Kailla's remark.

Fifteen minutes around a portion of the Group RD building and here are both. The room with many small monitor screens, showing all employee activities from the first floor to the fifth floor of the contractor and real estate developer's company.

“Business is art. You can even learn about life in it.”

Kailla.

“There won't be a business that doesn't lose money, but that doesn't mean we're broke, honey. We still have a lot of assets. The company will survive even when the financial division screams that they do not have a penny. Projects that are still running normally, that's our asset too. The money we put there, we can take when it's time. None of this will break overnight. Group RD will not be destroyed just because some projects are losing money, amid dozens of profitable projects.”

Kaila turned her head, listening to the words that came out of Pram's lips. While the stared looks busy observing the activities of its workers from the cctv camera.

“Being here, you don't have to calculate your profit every day. It has definitely been profitable since the beginning of the contract it was signed. You just have to make sure everything goes according to the initial plan. All this time my job was just that, making sure everything was going in its place. That way I can fill the empty shelves in our room closet.” Pram smilingly looked at Kailla with his crutches resting on her.

“I'm starting to like this place, Dad.”

“After giving birth to our children. Back learning!” said Pram suddenly.

Kailla's surprised. Since then, just choose to be quiet and listen. “Means?” kailla asked, confused.

“Two months you studied at the company, I had to pay by charging him billions of rupiah. I will not be angry, because learning that nothing is free, it takes struggle and sacrifice. Science is indeed expensive,” explained Pram.

“After children can be left behind. Continue your studies!” firmly Pram.

“How can you force me to go to college? Kailla glares.

“Continue S2 in design or repeat back in business!” Pram made an offer.

“Darling, I don't want to go to college anymore. I'll just take care of our kids. So housewife and take care of you.”

“Come, Mom.” Stretching out her left hand, letting Kailla into her arms. Hanging on only one crutch, Pram is enjoying sharing his warmth with his wife.

“I once promised to make you the best mommy for our kids. Continue your studies and you can teach my children many things with your knowledge. That's your job, honey.”

“Only to take care of the children I have to go to college again?” Kailla glares.

Pram chuckles. “Start now prepare yourself. Your duties also increase when you become a mommy of baby B and Baby K.”

“Gosh! You've even prepared the names of my babies without compromising with me first,” snorted Kailla annoyed.

“Because I know, you will only nod to my every utterance. Hence college again, so that we can argue for many things.” Pram smiled as his wife's pretty face grew sullen.

“From now on, your job is not just to prepare breakfast for me. The intake of my children, all can only be from both hands,” Pram asserted.

“I want you to hold both my babies with your own hands. I know this is troublesome, but I want you to actually do it yourself.”

“Gosh! Is this really real?” Kailla pinched both of Pram's cheeks violently.

“Aw! It hurts, Honey.” Pram screamed as his face pinched heartlessly.

“I have prepared two assistants and two babysitters that I will interview myself before sending them to my sons.” Pram.

“Then why do I take care of all things, if there are them.”

“They will only help you, not take over your duties!” continued Pram.

The words of Pram increasingly make Kailla wide-eyed.

“I don't want to get pregnant again. This is enough!” Kailla shrieked after hearing there were many rules that Pram laid out in front of her.

“No problem. Two is enough,” suhut Pram.

“Tomorrow, we go to the obstetrician. I don't want to take any chances, I've decided that you're going to give birth by caesarean. Don't bid anything else, just prepare yourself for the next four months. Simply enjoy your pregnancy for four months.”

“You know, Honey. All this time I've always been terrified at the thought of giving birth ...” Pause. Kailla seemed to think.

“Normal or caesar, it still feels terrible to me. There's no way to get them out that easily. For example, just cough it up and they will come out like phlegm. No need to be injected,” Kailla said, shuddering.

“Hahaha .. I promise, will share that fear with you later.” Pram tightly gripped Kailla's hand.

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TB