The President's Wife

Chapter 21: The Prayer of a Mother

In the middle of the night, Pram woke up from his sleep with a headache, because he had to lie long enough on a sofa that was not as thick as their bed.

Before long, Pram was already standing at the end of the bed, staring at the sleeping Kailla, hiding behind her comfortable blanket. A grinning smile was etched on his lips, signaling his brain was stringing up a devious plan on his wife.

Sretta!!!

The thick and comfortable blanket that had once provided warmth for Kailla had now moved, lying on the floor helplessly. Next, Pram turned on the air conditioners in the four corners of the room. Usually in the middle of the night, they will only use one air conditioner.

“I'm waiting for you, darling,” said Pram slowly, smiling cunningly.

“You definitely need my body to warm you!” continued again.

Just as Pram was about to step back onto the sofa, his gaze was fixed on the warm blanket he had thrown on the floor.

Turning around, Pram grabbed back and made his own. Back lying on the sofa, hiding behind his spoils blanket.

His brain was counting down, waiting for the madam's seconds to be piqued. When the cold pierced the bones and disturbed his deep sleep. Pram is sure his wife will not feel at home to sleep in a state of shivering.

It didn't take long. Kailla's sleep is disturbed. Back and forth while hugging the hands on the chest while curling up. Until he finally woke up.

“Honey....,” call Kailla with a hoarse voice typical of people waking up. Rise up sitting with half-covered eyes, fumbling for her husband and his warm blanket.

“Iya Darling,” murmured Pram yelled from where he lay.

“Which blanket?” kailla asked still with her disheveled hair and her pillow face. Whether he was conscious or dreaming, it was unclear.

“You why Kai?” tanya Pram is waiting for an answer.

“Why it gets cold like this. AC please shut off!” pinta Kailla is back lying down.

Pram immediately got up throwing a blanket. Not turning off the air conditioning, but running over. Pram was already lying by his wife's side, hugging the tiny body from behind, whispering.

“Kai, cold huh?” ask Pram smile.

“Hmmmmm.” Just an unclear murmur.

“You are hugged like this?” tanya Pram volunteered, tightening her embrace.

“Hmmm.”

Back there is no answer. Kaila just turned around and slipped into the chest of the husband's field.

“I can hug you now?” ask Pram again at the beautiful figure who is being closed. A plain face that was now enjoying his comfort zone.

Silent. Kailla did not answer. Instead, he had already wrapped his hands around Pram's waist.

“We are still fighting or a temporary truce, Kai?” pram asked, his hands have started guerrilla. Gently rubbing Kailla's body which is only wrapped in super sexy lingerie, which has been interfering with her defense since a few hours ago.

“Have slept!” kailla's nagging still with her eyes closed.

“I can hug you?” ask Pram again.

“Bby, but don't touch me. Remember our agreement!” sahut Kailla opened her eyes, annoyed.

Kailla had been awake ever since Pram hugged her, but being in Pram's arms was also very comfortable. The best way is to pretend to sleep. At least, Pram doesn't realize he's conscious or awake. Saving his pride was the most important thing in this moment.

“How is the story Kai, may hug but should not touch,” asked Pram confused.

“Aw!” kailla complained, finally got up to sit down and pulled Pram to follow him.

“This touches!” kailla said, fully aware. Groping Pram's arm, exemplifying the meaning of touching what he meant.

“It hugs!” kailla continued, directly hugging Pram while closing his eyes. Enjoying the scent of her husband, who in recent hours has been sorely missed.

“So can hug, can't touch it like this!” Pram laughed out loud.

Kailla was ready to go back to sleep, pulling Pram to lie down next to her. Hugged that burly body tightly.

“Darling, we're having a fight. But since I need your hug, I have no problem sharing the bed with you. But I don't want to have physical contact with you!” kailla again.

“Hah?!” What's this rule, Kai?” pram asked confusedly.

“By hugging, but no more!” kailla insisted, opening her eyes.

“Jeez Kai, this is more torturous than having to sleep on the sofa,” said Pram annoyed.

“At least you can hug me, feel my body. Compared to you sleeping there, can only look at me until your saliva drips,” taunted Kailla, smiling. Raise both eyebrows, teasing Pram.

“You have more heart for me,” said Kailla does not want to lose.

“You remember, what did you do to me during these four years?” kaila continued, her face turned sad. Remind Pram of the man's sins and faults all along.

“I'm sorry. It's been a lot of guilt on you all this time,” said Pram, pulling Kailla, bringing her into the deck.

“Crying in my arms. You can scold me, you can also curse me,” continued Pram.

“I want to kill you, if I can,” nagging Kailla. He's still pissed off every time he remembers Pram's mistakes.

“You know, I'm not young. In a moment, I may not be able to take care of you anymore,” continued Pram, stroking the long hair of Kailla who is now in his arms.

“Then why not let me get pregnant?” isak Kailla, started crying.

“I've been 44 years. I want it more, too, Kai. I was hoping to get my mom's blessing first,” said Pram.

Until now, Pram still remembers clearly, the swearing of the mother when Kailla was pregnant with her child. Shortly after, Kailla had a miscarriage. And that, became Pram's fear until now.

Kailla did not see clearly her fetus during the miscarriage. But Pram touched the fetus with his own hands. Lifting and cleaning a lump of unformed meat mixed with blood from the floor of the hospital toilet.

After knowing that Ibu Citra is his mother, Pram increasingly realized that a mother's prayer is important for the life of her child. Her happiness and Kailla will be perfect with the blessing of her mother. And all this time he fought for it. Trying to make Mama forget her past grudges.

“At least I have to make my mom sincerely accept you, even though she still can't like you, honey,” Pram whispered.

“So if you don't approve of me, you'll let us age without children! You are evil, dear!” grouse Kailla.

“I'm sorry. I was wrong, I should have introduced you to Mama a long time ago. But I'm afraid you're hurt.”

Kaila let go of her embrace, looking thoughtful.

“No problem. I'm only 24. My path is long. If you don't give me a child, I can ask the others,” Kailla said, starting to nosy.

“Bare to do it?” pram asked, looking at his wife with a smile.

Kailla.

“I love you. But right now I hate you. I'm enjoying a fight with you,” Kailla said, rubbing the rough rest of the tears that were dripping down her cheeks.

“After we don't fight anymore. Let's make a cooperation agreement again. I promise to work hard to impregnate you, madam. With or without my mother's blessing. There's still a chance for me, right?” pram asked, framing Kailla's face with both hands.

“Alright, but after we sign the peace treaty. But now I'm still mad at you.”

“Still not satisfied fighting with me?” pram asked, bringing Kailla into his arms.

“Not yet. I'm still mad at you. So don't talk sweet. We're fighting now!” kailla said, hugging her husband's waist tightly.

“Jeez Kailla, why does every angry man have to be so adorable!” chirp Pram, pecking the top of his naughty wife's head.

“No, I'm seriously mad at you dear. If you don't believe me, I'm ready to make a mess for you again,” continued Kailla, with a serious face. And both hands still hugged her husband tightly.

Pram just chuckled, unwilling to refute his wife's remarks. Kaila has always been so, nothing has changed. Always spoiled and adorable in her eyes.

“Hmm.. You're not sleepy?” pram asked, gently rubbing his wife's back.

“Not anymore! You're disturbing my sleep,” whispered Kailla.

“Kai..., I haven't told you everything about my parents.” Pram says.

He was actually confused, had to tell the truth to Kailla or not. But one day his wife will find out too.

“What else are you hiding from me?” kailla asked, looking up at Pram.

“Actually... mama knows daddy..,” said Pram slowly.

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