The President's Wife

Chapter 35: The Successor Generation of Nations

Kaila falls asleep next to Pram who is driving. For the first time in the aftermath of Kailla's abduction, Pram holds the steering wheel back at the special request of his wife.

Every now and then Pram glanced and smiled, staring at the sleeping Kailla. Kailla is really a sleepyhead, anywhere she can fall asleep. Several times, his head was smashed against the window glass, but it did not bother him with his beautiful dreams.

The car that Pram and Bayu drove finally arrived at Pram's residence. It looks like security that last night was the target of Pram's anger, opened the door and bowed as the car passed by.

“Siang Sir,” said politely. After running as fast as lightning to open the car door for his employer.

Pram did not answer or smile. His face remained solemn, but Pram's pat on security's shoulder was enough to answer what Pram was feeling right now.

“Ricko where?” pram asked, after opening the car door where Kailla was sitting.

“After Pak.”

“Begging him to meet me in the back garden,” Pram orders, before looking down to wake up the still-sleeping Kailla.

Pram's hand had already shook the small sagging shoulders and was leaning on the car seat, that plain face was not bothered by any commotion or shock. Wiggling for a while then gnawing a few times.

Kailla's eyes narrowed as she adapted to the daylight that dazzled her gaze.

“We have arrived, Kai,” whispered Pram.

“Hmmmm,” Kailla muttered, smiled then closed her eyes again.

“Mau carried what.

Kailla did not let Pram finish his words. Both of her hands were already embracing her husband's neck, asking for a sling as usual.

“Eh... You gain weight Kai,” whispered Pram, walking into the house.

“Bu, please help prepare Kailla clothes,” Pram command when passing by Mother Ida who is cleaning the display near the stairs.

Kaila opened her eyes, shouting at her domestic assistant.

“No need Ma'am, I don't sleep, just prank this old man!” kailla said to Ida's mother.

The blind eye looked fixedly at the husband who was carrying him. A nosy and mischievous smile was back on his lips.

Upon arriving at the top of the stairs, Pram takes Kailla to the end of the stairs railing, preparing to drop his wife to the first floor of their house.

“Eh-eh, what the hell is this?” kailla protests in panic when she sees Pram laying his back on the railing.

Kailla could see clearly, the living room that was on the first floor, just below her.

“Darling.., put me down,” kailla's ink, clutching her husband's neck tight.

“Letter there?” god Pram with nosy.

“Jaaangannnnnnn,” kailla ink with the manufacturer.

“You dropped me, you fell too. Let's fall together,” Kailla said tightly hugging Pram's neck.

“Hahaha. , I don't want to die silly yet. I don't have a successor yet,” sahut Pram, took Kailla down from her sling.

“Come, we print the next generation of the nation,” Pram said again, holding Kailla's hand into the room.

“No! I want to take a bath and soak a long time,” reject Kailla, hurry to the bathroom when they are in their luxurious room.

“It's okay Kai, the nation's next generation can be printed anywhere, including in the bath-up,” said Pram, dropping his tired body on the bed, after opening his shirt.

Wrapped in a white singlet, he enjoyed the soft bed he had left more than 24 hours behind.

The sound of water gurgling from inside the bathroom, seduces faith and wakes up the dirty thoughts inside Pram's brain. Rise up sitting with a sly smile, she stared towards the bathroom.

“I'll give him a surprise!” pram said, devising a plan that makes his wife will not dwell there.

Pram rushed towards the unlocked bathroom. It didn't take long, it was heard that the screams of Kailla like lightning were thundering from inside the bathroom. Who nag, babble and curse.

“Have not protested much! It's been a long time since we've been soaking together!” said Pram.

“New few days, long how!” kailla was upset.

Kailla continues to grumble, while Pram uses his hands more to work. The man chose silence, enjoying whatever he could touch, leaving Kailla's ravings uninterrupted.

“You are not tired Dear, raving from earlier?” pram asked, while squeezing the twin mountains that tried to protect their owners.

“Get your hand, Kai,” pinta Pram trying to get rid of Kailla's hand.

“No..!” push Kailla back.

Though he clearly knew, Pram was already guerrilla with the spirit of four and five, complete with pointed bamboo and cannons that were ready to be fired at any time.

“Colah Kai. We must be compact to win the battle, for the sake of mutual well-being.”

Buk!!! a punch docked in Pram's bare chest.

Kailla is still blabbering, with Pram tirelessly negotiating for the sake of negotiations to get a mutual agreement. Pram's struggle ended, when a new branded bag was promised. His wife immediately bent her knees.

Although occasionally there was still noise Kailla mixed with scolding, but in the end the noisy voices turned into sighs.

***

Kailla came out of the bathroom with a pouting face, in contrast to the beaming Pram. Smile as long as the man changes clothes. Occasionally glanced at his wife who was just wrapped in a towel.

“Kai, I have to go to the office for a while,” pampit Pram after changing clothes.

Approaching his wife who is still pouting.

“I'll have Stella buy you her bag. Oh yeah, get ready to meet my mom. I'll pick you up later,” said Pram kissed his wife's thin lips.

“We will meet mama at the restaurant,” said Pram walking towards the walk in closet.

Before long she had come out with a Kailla dress, putting it neatly on the bed.

“Darling, put on that dress. I've chosen it for you,” explained Pram, pointing towards the dress in question.

“I'm leaving now. Don't forget to cover your neck, I made too many stamps just now. Sorry I forgot we were going to meet mama,” Pram said again, peeping at the tip of his wife's head before leaving the room.

***

Ricko sat on a back park bench staring at his employer's yacht parked on the dock. His mouth was muttering, grumbling as he waited for Pram for more than two hours.

Just as he was about to leave the place, rough footsteps could be heard walking over, approaching,

“Pak...,” greet Ricko when turning around. Staring at the man who was only clad in a white shirt and sunglasses was standing rigidly staring at him.

“There's something I want to talk about, Rick.” Pram opened the conversation.

“Iya Sir, what is it?” ricko asked a little awkwardly.

Pram took out the ointment and thrust it at Ricko.

“Sorry for last night,” said Pram slowly. Staring fixedly at the bead of the eyes of the handsome assistant who was a dozen years old under him.

“It's okay Sir,” said Ricko bowed, like there was a heavy load he carried.

“Sorry, this is the first time we speak seriously,” Pram said.

***

To be continued

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