The President's Wife

Chapter 3. 44th Birthday Anniversary

The smile engraved on the lips of the handsome man looked at his wife who was running with an innocent body, disappearing behind the bathroom door. The seductive beautiful body that every night was in his arms. Share stories, share flavors, and share warmth.

The smile faded, even disappearing as his metallic black phone rang. Screaming non-stop, asking to be touched immediately by the owner. The flat lips turned curved impressed annoyed when he saw the name of the caller who appeared on the screen.

"Gradiance."

Immediately Pram grabbed his sweatshirt and sleeping pants that were lying on the floor, wearing them hurriedly.

“You what else is he?” luh Pram, whispering. With the face bent, forced to shift the green logo on the screen, stick the phone in the ear. Walk away so the conversation doesn't sound like Kailla.

His wife until now knew nothing. Pram hides a lot of things from Kailla. He had to make sure his mother had forgotten her past grudges first. That way, he can only introduce Kailla as his wife.

Pram does not want old events to repeat themselves. Pram does not want, his wife becomes a victim of Riadi's past or his past. Let for now Kailla live quietly with him. Unwilling to send the wound when Kailla discovers that her own in-laws hate her.

“Ya, what's up?” pram asked Ketus to Kinar across the phone.

“Mas, Mama asked Mas Pram to come home,” replied Kinar slowly.

“Give his phone to Mama,” Pram command. He did not want to talk to Kinar. Pram is sure that his mother asked Kinar to contact him.

Before long there was already a loud voice half-nagging from across the phone.

“Pram, how long have you not been to Mama?” ask Mother Citra in a high tone

“Ma, I'm doing a lot of work.” Pram replied, reasoned. He did not intentionally go to visit his mother. What is discussed is Kinar and Kinar again.

“Which woman is it again?” ask Mother Citra.

“No women,” suhut Pram lying as usual.

“Pram, you are 44 years old. What else do you want to wait for? Want to wait until when?” Back Mother Citra nagged loudly. Sontak Pram keeps his ears away from the phone that was previously attached. The loud sound of Mother Citra made Pram's head dizzy instantly.

“Ma," call Pram a little tight.

“This is my life. My mother has no right to regulate it. I'm not a child anymore,” said Pram.

“You want me to get married or not. I decided. Later after the office, I stopped by,” continued Pram, disconnecting his phone call.

“Tu .. wait! You should come. Don't cheat like you did. Kinar has cooked a lot for you. Don't let her down,” explained Ibu Citra.

“Ya,” sahut Pram listless.

“Today is your birthday, Pram. Mama wants to miss it with you,” said Ibu Citra surprise Pram. Pram even forgot his birthday.

“Yes, I'll be there!” pram said turn off his phone.

A nosy smile was etched on the lips, preparing to prank Kailla. He believes Kailla is the same as she is, forgetting her birthday.

Before long, Kailla came out of the bathroom, hurriedly running towards the walk in closet. A place where clothes and expensive bags are neatly arranged.

Without a second thought, he had already stripped himself. Stripping and throwing towels at the bathrobe as long as it hit the feet of Pram who was staring at him like a hungry wolf who did not eat for days. Kailla did not realize, Pram had been tailing behind her since earlier.

Kailla's hands were busy looking for suitable clothes to wear leaving for campus. He had an appointment with Sam, after college, to stop by the bookstore.

“Honey, today there is no need to go to campus, yes,” pinta Pram, do not give the wife a chance to dress. His mischievous hand had wrapped around Kailla's flat stomach, hugging the beautiful body while giving a kiss on the open shoulder that was wet from the droplets of water from Kailla's beautiful hair.

“I have to go to campus, Honey,” replied Kailla, smiling.

“You forgot it, Honey,” said Pram smiled. Dragging Kailla and pushing his wife's body to lie on the bed.

“You really don't remember it, Honey?” ask Pram wonder. His body had locked onto his wife's body.

“I want to ask for my 44th birthday gift.” Pram said again.

Deg—

Kailla's face changed. From pleading for release to be begging for forgiveness. He completely forgot, today is Pram's birthday.

“Darling, forgive me,” pinta Kailla begged. He has memorized the meaning of Pram's gaze.

“Didn't we have a deal. Every birthday or birthday we'll spend all day in the room.

“Later tonight only, yes,” reject Kailla.

“I have to get ready for campus. I have an appointment with Sam. I'll be graduating soon. I want to enjoy the last seconds on campus,” continued Kailla smiling, pleading.

“If it's tonight, you should serve me a double, darling,” Pram replied, releasing his wife this time.

Pram understood, almost all night Kailla was in his arms. After all he had an important meeting today, it could not be left or handed over to David.

“Yes, I'm yours tonight,” said Kailla, rising from her sleeping position and running towards the walk in closet. Pram followed, staring at Kailla who was changing clothes.

“Handle your hands. I haven't prepared your breakfast yet, honey,” explained Kailla, patting Pram's hand slowly which had suddenly been wrapped around her stomach.

“I am still not willing to let you off to campus,” said Pram, brushing the long hair that was broken and dyed his wife's neck wet.

“Honey, don't be red,” pinta Kailla.

A few days ago, I forgot to cover it with powder. As a result, I laughed at my college friends,” Kailla pouted.

“He em,” sahut Kailla nodded.

“They know how great your husband is in bed,” Pram whispered softly in Kailla's ear, a small bite of adorable earlobes. Just like his wife who always looks adorable.

“Already. Let go of your arms,” pinta Kailla, open Pram's arms still hugging her waist from behind.

Kailla had already switched to Pram's wardrobe, taking out a light blue shirt paired with a dark blue suit. Pram's favorite color. Then switch to choose one of the ties from dozens of Pram collections neatly arranged in storage.

“Already!” kailla said, walking while carrying all Pram's clothes, putting them neatly on the bed.

“Honey, I'm down. Your clothes are ready,” say goodbye to Kailla on Pram who is still sculpting.

***

Arriving at the kitchen, the kitchen queen duo had already been seen busy preparing breakfast. Bu Ida and Bu Sari looked busy with their respective combat equipment.

“What cooking, Bu?” tanya Kailla stepped closer to the stove.

Seeing the master who was preparing to make breakfast for her husband, Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida stepped aside.

“Today cook special fried rice, Non,” said Bu Ida, move away to the sink, choose to clean fresh vegetables that he just removed from the refrigerator.

Kailla had already prepared the bowl, removing the ingredients from the refrigerator. It appears that he poured oatmeal and yogurt into a bowl and stirred it evenly. Lastly, give a banana topping and chia seed on it.

“Already,” he said slowly with a smile. Bring a bowl of breakfast Pram to the dining table.

Kailla was already sitting waiting for Pram, checking her phone. Sam and Ricko have been seen appearing in the kitchen ordering coffee on Bu Sari.

Before long, Pram's footsteps were heard on the stairs. Kailla turned her eyes away from the phone screen, smilingly staring at Pram. Her husband was well-groomed, with a suit draped in his hand.

“Honey, what was my breakfast this morning?” tanya Pram, come sit on Kailla's side.

“That!” Kailla's hand pointed at the bowl of oatmeal porridge she had prepared.

Pram's face changed as he stared at Kailla's breakfast which was more tempting than his breakfast. In front of Kailla served fried rice complete with fried eggs made by Bu Ida.

“What kind of wife let her husband have breakfast with this strange porridge,” grumbled Pram.

“Your murmurs can't eat breakfast carelessly, dear,” replied Kailla smiling.

“I don't want to see the torn bread in your stomach disappear,” continued Kailla probing Pram.

“Aaaat. Open your mouth, darling,” pinta Pram, thrust a spoonful of porridge into front of Kailla's mouth.

“You also have to feel how I suffer every morning because of you,” Pram said, smiling.

“It feels strange, dear,” Kailla said, painstakingly swallowing the oatmeal porridge that Pram had fed.

“Very strange, dear,” said Pram chimed in Kailla's answer. Next he chose silence and finished the breakfast Kailla had prepared for him.

“Honey, don't come home too late, yes,” pinta Kailla suddenly.

“You want to prepare a gift for me?” ask Pram.

Pram just finished with his breakfast. Now his gaze turned to look at Kailla who was still busy finishing her fried rice.

“Ya, what gift do you want?” kailla asked, still seriously staring at the fried rice.

“You," said Pram smiling.

“Aahh, I'm serious, honey,” said spoiled Kailla.

“Anything, that's from you,” replied Pram smiling.

“Alright, I'll think about it later,” Kailla replied, while feeding the last spoon into her mouth.

“Solve your breakfast. Your last task awaits.” Pram reminded. Grabbing a tie from his shirt pocket and thrusting a tie into Kailla's hand.

Kailla's hands are deftly attached to Pram's neck tie. For four years routinely put Pram tie, making him more proficient.

“Perfect!” kailla said smiling, her hands tidying up the end of Pram's shirt collar.

“I love you,” said Pram, kissing Kailla's lips at a glance. Then took his wife's hand out.

“Darling, I'm leaving,” says Kailla tiptoed kissed Pram's lips, before getting into her car with Ricko and Sam.

Pram himself gets into his car with Bayu. Since the Kailla kidnapping, Pram has never driven his own car. The loss of a prospective child in the womb Kailla until now still imprint in his memory.

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