The President's Wife

Chapter 54: Tell Me, Kai

Pram sighed harshly. Still staring intently at Sam, took out the smart phone in his hand. Check the cctv connected to the Citra Mother residence.

His eyes were rounded when he saw his wife being slapped twice by her mother.

Kailla did not fight back, not even crying a single drop.

"That's your job today, Sam!" pram said, throwing his phone on the couch, full of anger.

Seeing his wife slapped hurts. He had never even hit his wife.

Sam glanced at the screen of the phone that was still on. It is quite surprising to see Pram has a cctv recording at the place of Ibu Citra.

"Sam, where were you?" pram asked, staring cynically.

"Where are you?" ask Pram again, intimidating.

"Sorry sir, I'm waiting in the car" said Sam slowly. Be down and regret his negligence. If only he had followed down, perhaps things wouldn't have been like this.

Pram walked to the door, locking the door of the apartment so that Bayu could not enter. He had to speak seriously with his wife's assistant.

"Sam, do you know why I've been paying a lot of assistants all this time?" pram asked, sitting on the sofa with his hands folded on his chest. Anger that tries to keep it, seemed to hunt in the chest.

Sam's silent. Not because he did not know the answer, but because he was too tired to hear the warnings of the employer. He understood, this time he was negligent. He thought Kailla in her in-laws' place, not being stung in the slightest if there was going to be physical violence.

"My enemies are everywhere. And if you're a little negligent, my wife's life is threatened."

"Sorry sir" said Sam regretfully.

"Never underestimate your work. Never trust anyone, even the closest ones!" adamantly Pram again.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"If I could, I would take care of my wife with my own hands. But, I also have other responsibilities."

"For that reason, you are by my side to take care of my family" Pram continued.

Sam is really sorry. Just this time he got an ultimatum straight from Pram for his negligence.

"All of my cars are GPS-mounted and all of my residences must have cctv cameras installed." Pram reminded.

And you know clearly what it's for!"

Sam looked around, staring all over.

"Include in this apartment!" said Pram, giving an answer to Sam's movements that look strange.

"I need all that to take care of my family!" continue Pram again.

"I can't count on my hands being these two, I don't feel enough with you, I have to make sure my wife is okay!"

Pram had gone to his room, leaving Sam to reflect on his mistake. But just a few steps, he immediately turned back.

"Compress your face! I don't want to let Kailla know that I hit you" Pram said, grabbing back his almost-forgotten phone.

"I'm sorry, I had to give you a slap. If you feel that it hurts, imagine what my wife is feeling right now because of your negligence!" continue Pram again.

"All right, sir" said Sam.

"Open the door for Bayu later."

"Tomorrow morning, get me a change of clothes and Kailla. Ask Mother Ida to prepare it," Pram ordered.

Sam nodded. Although his nod was not concerned about his employer who had already passed away went towards the room.

***

The day has changed in the morning. The sunlight began to creep into the room. The tinge was timid, highlighting right on the handsome face that was hugging his wife's tiny body tightly.

The eyelids opened slowly, rubbing a few times, before finally opening perfectly.

"Kai, wake up sweetheart," call Pram. Staring at the clock on the nightstand, it was really too late to leave for the office or to campus.

"Kai..," he called. Put his hands behind partially exposed satin pajamas.

"Ah, you tease me again Kai," whispered Pram, when he realized his wife was not wearing a bra. I don't know when Kailla let go.

"Kai..."

The third call follows with a small bite in the ear as well as a squeeze in the chest, making Kailla jump for a moment.

"Hmmm, you're just interrupting" grumbled Kailla who was still enjoying her sleep.

"Help me, Kai," whispered Pram pleading.

Exhaling repeatedly in the recesses of his wife's neck. Trying to tame the tiger that has been awake since a few minutes ago.

"My cheeks are still swollen, my lips are still sore, baby, too" Kailla complained, reasoned.

"But I don't need that right now," Pram said. Already switched, overstretching his wife's body.

"Come, I want to plant rice in our fields" Pram said. His hands were working hard, taking off one by one the fabric of Kailla's body cover. Throw it as far as possible.

"Ah, why plant it now? Can Pak tani not need to be this diligent, early in the morning already to the field,” complained Kailla, rubbing the corner of his lips that are without a half-heartedly nudged Pram's hand.

"Have not protested much" said Pram, grinning. Staring and down the curves of his wife's beautiful body with his agile fingers.

His lips covered a triumphant smile when he could already take control of his wife's helpless body under his confinement.

"Ah...H....!" kailla protests, grunting full of annoyance when Pram starts it.

"Don't grumble. I need your sigh not your snort" said Pram smiling.

"Come, please cooperate. The more you make things difficult for me, the more it will take a long time."

Kailla relented, letting Pram master it as usual. No more protests, choose to enjoy.

The cooperation project ended with a warm kiss and ended Pram's friendly embrace.

"Ah. I'm so tired. I'm gonna go to sleep, honey," whispered Kailla, closing her eyes.

Pram smiled, he himself chose to wake up immediately. He had to go to the project and see his mama this morning. She can't accept all her mother's treatment to Kailla. This is too late.

***

The ringing of the cell phone suddenly broke the silence inside the apartment room. Kaila opened her eyes, staring at the side of the bed. The loud noise of the phone really disturbed his sleep.

Blank.

Her husband no longer exists. Still with plain body and hair scattered in disarray, got up to sit while hugging the blanket to cover his naked body.

"Are you awake, honey?" ask Pram, suddenly.

Kailla circulated her gaze, looking for the origin of the heavy voice she had already memorized. Until finally, the blind eye caught a handsome figure that was neat with his work suit. A white shirt and black pants, complete with a tie that is still cluttered.

Her husband was sitting on the back of a sofa right in front of a glass door that featured a morning view of the capital. The skyscraper is plastered in plain sight.

“Honey, you are neat?” kailla asked, narrowing her gaze so she could see her husband clearly. He rushed down, approaching Pram.

“Why not wake me?” kailla asked, clutching the blanket tightly so as not to sag. Smiling bashfully, she was even still with a pillow face and the scent of saliva inversely proportional to her husband who was neat and fragrant with his expensive perfume.

“Take your clothes, Kai. We need to talk,” Pram said seriously. Gathering Kailla's nightgown scattered on the floor and handing it to his wife's hand. Smile at a glance when looking at a bra and **********delight colored lace belonging to his wife.

“What's up?” ask Kailla. Unknowingly, she took off the blanket and changed clothes in front of her husband.

“Tell me what happened last night?” pram asked, throwing away his gaze. Kaila really tested it back.

“Nothing happened, Honey,” Kailla said. Approaching Pram, tidying up her husband's messy tie. Kaila looks tidying up the buttons of the shirt that has not been installed perfectly

The hand was spoiled around her husband's neck, occasionally tasting the face of Pram who always looks handsome in all situations.

“What's up?” kailla asked, tilting her face.

“We need to talk seriously, Kai. I don't want you to lie anymore,” said Pram, removing Kailla's embrace from her neck.

“Tell me, what happened last night. I want to hear it straight from my wife's lips,” Pram said. Change to look at Kailla, while tidying the buttons on the arm of her shirt.

“Why cry?”

“Who slapped you last night? I want to know everything,” said Pram. His hand had already grabbed the black suit draped over the sofa.

“No Sweetheart. I literally fell down the stairs,” Kailla said, staring at her husband in wonder.

“Don't lie again, Kai. I don't like it,” continued Pram, put on a suit and walked over to his wife.

His hand had taken the phone out of his pants pocket. Pram paused for a moment, waiting for Kailla to tell him a story.

“Still sick?” tanya Pram, rubbing the corners of the lips slightly swollen.

Kailla.

“I'm sorry. Because of me, you become like this,” said Pram suddenly. His fingers have switched to rubbing the cheeks that are now not flushed like last night.

It seemed that Pram sighed for a moment, before continuing his words back.

“From now on, you have full rights against me,” Pram said with full decisiveness.

Kaila was surprised, not too understanding with her husband's words.

“I will not meet my mama, if you do not allow me,” explained Pram, with a vibrating tone. There is a sense of trying to keep it in the ground.

“Dear you why? I do not forbid you to meet with mama,”, said Kailla increasingly astonished.

“Why still won't tell me?” ask Pram again. This time he clutched his wife.

“Did mom hurt you last night? What did he say?” ask Pram, trying to fish so your wife can talk.

“Why mom slapped you. What did your mom say to you? Mom hurt you?” ask Pram again.

The hug tightened, as he felt his wife's body begin to tremble.

“You're crying again? You can cry in my arms,” bargain Pram.

“But after that, tell me what happened,” pinta Pram, gently rubbed his wife's back.

Kailla's cry instantly broke, her hands tightly hugging her husband's waist. The work coat that was neat, now so wet and messy. Even the occasional Kailla, cleans the snot that comes out in a Pram white shirt.

***

To be continued

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