The President's Wife

Chapter 68: Just Here!

The day turned evening, the night was ready to welcome, hugging in the darkness. Kailla had just finished helping her in-laws spend the dinner when Pram walked in with her tired face. No day Pram came home without fatigue that adorns his good looks at a young age no longer.

Casual clothing that had looked neat this afternoon now seemed disheveled, deviating from national standards of neatness. With a careless step hugged his surprised wife while holding an empty plate in hand.

“You, why?” kailla asked in surprise, unable to return the hug because both hands were still holding plates and bowls for Mother Citra's dinner.

“I'm tired,” whispered Pram slowly, right in Kailla's earlobe. The whispering lips kissed his wife's ear. A gentle and light kiss, with his head propped up on his wife's shoulders.

“There is a problem in the office?” kailla asked still in confusion.

Ibu Citra who looks more healthy also surprised by the behavior of her favorite son . The only and only child. If Sam says, the one and only. Suddenly Pram entered, looking and immediately hugged his wife.

“No, I'm just tired,” said Pram, still leaning half his body on Kailla.

“Then why did you suddenly become so spoiled like this,” asked Kailla, smelling a smile.

Pram took a deep breath, exhaled it. Repeating it a few times, before opening the sound and starting to look like a regular Pram.

“Pour a week, Kai. There is a little problem with the company in Austria. We will be there after mom is allowed to go home,” explained Pram.

“What problems?” ask Kailla.

”If it is only a week, it does not matter you leave alone to Austria,” continued Kailla.

Pram took a step back, widening his distance to stand so that he could more freely look at his wife's face.

Like mutual symbiosis, the two depend on each other in different domains. In their domestic life, Kailla relies heavily on Pram.

Pram also needs Kailla. There are situations where he can only share and be a different person just when he is with his wife. He won't be able to calmly leave Kailla alone. He needs Kailla's presence at times.

“No, I will go, if you also come with me,” explained Pram, back waiting for the approval sentence as usual.

But not more than a week, right?” ask Kailla to make sure.

A nod from her husband, making Kailla smile implies approval.

“I'm hungry now, what's dinner?” ask Pram.

Kailla. “We eat below only, how?”

“Alright, all of us are dating,” Goda Pram, has been holding his wife's friendly hand.

Both say goodbye, after making sure Ibu Citra does not need anything more. Leaving Ibu Citra together with Ibu Ida who is now assigned Pram to take care of her mother when Kailla has other needs.

They had just walked out of the room, looking from the opposite direction the handsome Greek god Kailla was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed the nurse into her room. There are no relatives who are accompanying. As the distance got closer, the handsome man looked with a smile.

Pram who does not know about meeting his wife with the next room patient is not suspicious at all. Even the man, did not respond to the smile dedicated to them. Pram looked straight ahead, occasionally glancing at his smiling wife - smiling to herself.

Finishing dinner at the restaurant located on the first floor of the hospital, the couple returned to their room.

Pram threw his body on the sofa, after lowering the back of the chair. Prepare to straighten his body that is tired because of a day of work. Not even his eyes were perfectly closed, Kailla's exasperated screams had already made her drowsiness fly into the air.

“Honey, why?” ask Pram, open your eyes. A smile was etched as a blue pair of jeans floated right over his body.

“Darling, what the hell is this?” nagging Kailla when looking at the contents of the suitcase.

Pram's work shirt, which had been neatly arranged at the top, was now a mess on the floor. Even *********** Pram was thrown right up to the bathroom doorstep. Perhaps due to being too light, Kailla's heartless throw made her husband's personal outfit throw the furthest among the other outfits.

Pram had just lowered his legs, but his eyes were fixed on the transparent red lingerie he bought for Kailla last month not far from his white shirt.

“What's Kai?” ask Pram, wonder. Suddenly his wife changed mood.

“Who prepared my clothes? Who ordered this lingerie?” kailla asked annoyed.

“I ordered Sam, to ask Mother Ida to prepare our clothes. But I did not ask to bring lingerie,” explained Pram, with his left hand resting on his waist. His head was dizzy suddenly, seeing the mess his wife had created. The contents of the suitcase fell apart on the floor, scattering like Nagasaki and Hiroshima as soon as they were finished in the bomb.

“Already Kai. You can wear one of my shirts,” bargain Pram, try to give a solution. His head hurt to hear his wife's chattering.

“Sam is completely overdue. What does it mean to try to bring lingerie to the hospital,” snorts Kailla increasingly upset to see the lingerie of various models that are still neatly arranged in the suitcase.

In the suitcase there are only two pieces of simple dres that he used to wear out and lingerie only. No nightgowns or loose t-shirts can be used for sleeping. Sam.

Pram laughed, hugging Kailla from behind. Look in the same direction.

“You don't have to wear that lingerie, I'd rather you don't wear anything,” whispered Pram, his naughty hands already pulled down the zipper on the back side of Kailla's black dress. In a matter of seconds, a smooth back with black bra ties plastered real in front of the eyes,

“Ah... !” an annoyed mixed sigh escapes Kailla's lips.

“Already, I want to change clothes first!” kailla said with a breath of breath.

How not, Pram's hands not only loved her, but her husband's lips were already shrinking the nape and neck. Even the man had made pigtails on his long hair so as not to interfere with his activities.

“Honey, we go to hotel ya?” tawar Pram, can't wait to vent his desires.

“I want you, but there is no way we can play here,” explained Pram with a hoarse and heavy voice.

“Huh! If we go to a hotel, why do we stay here. Our goal is here to keep mom,” snorted Kailla annoyed.

“Mama is fine. He must understand. Right now, I'm the one who's not okay,” explained Pram, in a hoarse voice.

His voice is heavy. Continuously slapped his face at the nape of Kailla. Both his hands continued to guerrilla, trying to persuade Kailla in different ways.

“Ayo Kai, we go to hotel,” refer Pram back. Pram's breath gets heavier, trying to resist the desire that soon reaches the top.

“Come here.” Eventually Kailla relented. Allowing Pram to master it in the hospital room.

Getting permission from his wife, Pram is crazy. Hurry up to lock the door and pull his wife into the hospital bed. For joint security, Pram still had time to pull the curtains to cover the gurney area.

His pent-up desire since noon was channeled. Even the matter that filled his mind was temporarily forgotten. He was enjoying the most beautiful moments with Kailla.

That beautiful union, ended with a sweet kiss on his wife's forehead. Kailla's been squeezing, not powered up. Pram is never satisfied, before seeing Kailla give up.

“Honey, wear this!” Pram thrusts his white shirt over his wife's naked body.

“Know this, pending to hotel only.” Kaila complained, her waist hurts.

“Have I suggested to the hotel, you still argue!” pram Sahut.

“But, it's okay. When else do we have a chance to enjoy the beautiful fused in the hospital room. After all, the price of this room is equivalent to the price of a room in a five-star hotel,” continued Pram nosil.

“Huh! I don't want any more. This is the first and last. My waist is almost broken!” Kailla complained again.

“But, thank you Darling,” whispered Pram, already re-dressed. Locking in Kailla's limp body on top of the gurney. Sweet kiss, dabbed almost all over his wife's face.

You want to sleep here or with me on the couch?” pram asked, her index finger pointing to the white sofa ready to sleep on.

Kailla got up, immediately wearing Pram's white shirt. Quickly draped her hands around her husband's neck, asking for a sling as usual.

***

The night is over, the morning is coming. Pram who woke up first, seemed to wake up Kailla. He had to ask his wife to check, make sure their baby had grown or had not been in Kailla's womb.

“Sayang.. Darling..,” whispered Pram. Raising Kailla's body slowly.

Kailla blinked a few times. Not fully aware when Pram dragged her to the bathroom. Handing over the package containing the test pack and urine container that Bayu bought yesterday afternoon.

“Why not tomorrow. It was really too late!” kailla grumbled, but she finally complied.

With her eyes still closed, Kailla followed Pram's orders. Her husband was waiting outside the bathroom door, after Kailla forcibly evicted him.

“Will see me pee!” kailla grumbled, with her sleepy eyes.

Unpack the rough package test pack, throw it into the bin under the sink. It didn't take long, Kailla had already come out with careless steps leaving Pram standing expectantly in front of the bathroom.

“How was the result, Kai?” pram asked, his eyes trailing the movement of his wife who had returned to lie on the sofa.

“Inside!” sahut Kailla, continue his sleep again.

According to Pram, go inside the bathroom to find out. His eyes were fixed on the foreign object he had just seen this time. An elongated flat object dipped in a small container filled with liquid, placed on a sink table.

“How do I see this result,” said Pram froze in place, lifting the container filled with liquid slowly, afraid to spill.

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To be continued

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