The President's Wife

Chapter 67: Handsome Patient Occupants Next Room

Pram was staring in the same direction. “Tonight we sleep here only,” break up Pram smile nosy. Pram is convinced that if they sleep apart, Kailla will call him into open war.

“No! We sleep next door. I'll skin you!” threaten Kailla, staring cynically.

Pram doesn't want to lose. Instead of shrinking to hear the threat of his wife even terbahak.

“Do not be noisy!” kailla's grouse, trying to escape from the circular winding in his stomach.

“Ma, your son-in-law wants to skin me. Can I just sleep with my mom tonight. I'm afraid of him, Ma,” Pram. Sontak makes Kailla even more upset. Pinch after pinch landed on Pram's stomach and waist. It was all over when Pram cried out in pain.

“Aw... This hurts, darling,” complained Pram, when Kailla's finger pinched her waist with all her might.

But after seeing his wife's face that was increasingly pouting with above-average acidity, Pram relented. Hugging that slender body from behind all the while, smelling the intoxicating scent of Kailla's hair.

Mother Citra who was disturbed by the noise of the two, to the point of shifting her eyes. Back he shook his head. Not to be out of thought with the behavior of his son who is increasingly becoming. This is the first time he has seen Pram live with Kailla. Usually the son would take her or Kinar seriously.

“That's normal, Madam,” explained Ibu Ida who is helping to feed the apple pieces. He simply understood that the woman he was serving rarely spent time with his employer, so did not understand Pram's behavior if at home or with his wife.

“Yes God. Not his wife who turned into an adult, instead he who became childish,” said Ibu Citra rattled annoyed.

“Pak Pram is not every day like that. Only with Non Kailla alone,” clearly Mother Ida back.

Among all the assistants, it was only Mother Ida who accompanied Pram the longest. Since the man returned from England, Ida's mother was assigned to Riadi to work at Pram's place, while caring for little Kailla if taken to stay at Pram's place.

Ibu Ida understands very well how Pram spends his age just by working. Pram will leave early in the morning and go home by night. Almost every day, it is not uncommon to have to leave the city for days. As far as Ibu Ida, there has never been a woman in Pram's life, even though the news is that Pram has a lover and almost wants to get married while still in college in Indonesia.

Pram's life was spent serving Riadi Dirgantara. Both take care of the company and take care of the naughty daughter who is now married.

Serious personal prams, even tend to be stiff and rarely talk. But since marriage, Pram has changed a lot.

Ibu Citra looked back at Pram. His son was laughing at his wife. It was unclear what she was feeling at the moment, but her heart was touched upon seeing her son smile.

***

Pram still teases Kailla who is taking out fried noodles from the microwave. But the fun comes to a halt when the phone in his pants pocket rings.

“Dave..,” whispered. The name appeared on the flashing screen. Move to the sofa, looking for a quiet position to receive his assistant's call.

“Iya Dave,” greeting Pram, while sticking the smartphone in his ear.

“Presdir, soon there will be a meeting. What time does the President get to the office?” ask Dave to make sure.

“Oh.!” Pram was surprised, staring at the luxurious clock on his wrist. He spent his lunch time.

“Just start the meeting now. Connect to my phone,” pinta Pram. No more waiting for him to arrive at the office.

David, according to him, followed what his superiors ordered. Immediately disconnect it temporarily and will reconnect it when the meeting begins.

“Kai, I have a meeting now,” Pram explained after pocketing his phone back. He moved closer to his wife.

“You didn't eat?” ask Kailla wonder. Her husband hasn't had lunch since. He just finished heating it.

“Let's go, I have to get back to work. I moved to the next room, I have to attend a meeting now,” pamit Pram, pecking his wife's cheek.

“Wait Baby!” Kailla stopped her husband. Her hands nimbly filled a spoonful of hot, steaming fried noodles, blew for a while and then fed them into her husband's mouth.

“Thanks,” says Pram with full mouth.

“Ma, I'm out for a while,” her saying goodbye rushed out of the treatment room.

***

Almost an hour waiting, a bored Kailla was seen pacing back and forth. I want to sleep on the couch, but talk to her in-laws. He's already so sleepy. If he sat still, he would be sure to fall asleep. Looking back at Mother Citra who was still awake with her big eyes. The old woman was accompanied by Mother Ida watching a television show.

“What this old granny is not sleepy at all,” Kailla said in her heart.

For the first time in his life, he had to think again to do ordinary things just in the name of staying awake. Usually he is a fool, not caring about the opinions and feelings of others.

“Do I sleep in the next room only,” he said slowly. Smiled with a brilliant idea that suddenly flashed through his brain.

Armed with fried noodles that he had reheated, Kailla bailed to her in-laws.

“Ma, I saw Pram next door,” he said, while showing a plate of food in his hand.

Deg—

The plate in her hand almost slipped off, when she realized the occupant of the next room was not her husband, Pram. But another man who was no less handsome and charming, was lying with his feet wrapped in bandages.

Kailla froze for a moment. Her sleepiness disappeared, as her eyes locked onto a charming figure, a white skin with a handsome face, carving out a beautiful smile for her.

“Ma-sorry,” said Kailla stammered, her gaze could not be separated from a handsome face that increasingly looks handsome when smiling.

“Nothing, Miss,” heavy sound sexy in Kailla's eardrum, further adding value to the handsome patient.

The longer here, not only did her sleepiness disappear, her husband soon disappeared from her mind. Hurry him out, without saying goodbye. Just reviewing the sweetest smile he had.

His heart was still dag dig dug, even a smile had not completely disappeared from his lips. His feet moved to the other side of the room. The handsome man in the next room still filled part of his brain.

According to Kailla's estimation, her age must not be too much different from her. His face was still smooth, shiny without wrinkles. This is a contrast to her husband, Pram. It's too unfair to compare. It can be said that Pram is only more in age and wrinkles are increasing in number every day.

“Where the latest output is more appetizing,” chirps Kailla, stepping in in the room to the left of her room in-laws.

And sure enough, once the door was open she was presented with a view of her husband sitting on the sofa, focused with a cell phone in hand. When he got out of his room, he still thought Pram was the single most perfect man on earth. But a few seconds ago, his perception changed. Pram is nothing compared to the next room patient.

He roughly placed a plate of fried noodles onto the table. Without a preface or a stale word for her husband, she sauntered towards another sofa. Prepare to stretch yourself, straighten your legs and mind.

“Huh!” grunted annoyed. I don't know who that frustration has to be shed, whether it's upset for what reason. He doesn't know clearly. Kailla chose to close her eyes hoping that when she woke up the image of the man who was handsome like a Greek god was soon lost from her mind.

***

Two hours later..

Kailla's sleep is disturbed, when there is a hand that rubs both cheeks alternately. Not until there, a breath of breath hit his face making the hair bristling.

“Kai, wake. I have to go to the office now.” Pram was crouching beside the sofa, waking his wife.

“Hmmmm,” Kailla murmurs, opens eyes.

“What time is it now? Meeting is over?” kailla asked again, as her consciousness gathered perfectly.

“Already. It's four o'clock in the afternoon. The fried noodles are up,” Pram explained, pointing towards the empty plate on the table.

The man immediately opened the suitcase that Sam had placed in the corner of the room. Take out a casual suit and hurry to change clothes.

“Honey don't you want to go to the office?” kailla asked in surprise, looking at the well-groomed Pram with his long-sleeved shirt and casual pants. Different looks than usual.

“I only took a few files. No need to be too formal. Until there, some employees have gone home,”

“Why not ask Bayu or Sam alone who took it?” kailla asked, starting to get suspicious.

“There is something I need to discuss with the division head,” said Pram smiled.

After anchoring the kiss on both of his wife's cheeks, Pram rushed out. But at the door, he remembered something.

“Kai, I asked Bayu to buy... emmm..” Looks like Pram is thinking. He had a hard time naming the unfamiliar tool on his lips.

“To check pregnancy. I put it on the table!” continued Pram.

Kailla. “I'm not late, right?” ask Kailla to make sure.

“Not yet, a few more days of your menstrual schedule,” said Pram with full confidence.

“Then why ask me to check if it is not too late.” Kailla.

“I'm just curious. Who knew you were pregnant,” clearly Pram smiled.

***

Tomorrow maybe I'll be late, because there's work in the real world.

Love You all's.

Thank ye.