The President's Wife

Chapter 77: Solve It Only With Bayu

“Kai, you see the behavior of your dearest in-laws. So irresponsible is he. In times of urgency like this, he chose to save himself,” said Pram nosy, memainkasn kailla long moor and roll with his index finger.

“Let you be pounced on by a panther alone,” continued Pram, advancing the face and biting his wife's nose.

“Ah..! You startled me,” grumbled Kailla annoyed, rubbing her wet nose.

A smile at once a warm embrace became the end of the conversation. Pram didn't ask any further. Only occasionally pecked at his wife's head.

Even the tired Kailla, did not want to make a sound. Choose to lean while closing your eyes. It only took a few yawns, he fell asleep on Pram's shoulder as usual. The most comfortable place to let go of his sleepiness.

“Sleepers!” chirps Pram, a quick glance.

“Bay, find out about Ditya Halim Hadinata! I want a detailed report! Report to me the longest tonight,” Pram's orders. His eyes were back on his wife.

“Tomorrow, we will meet him,” Pram story, switch on the shopping bag lying beside him.

“Good Boss!” Bayu nodded.

***

Matt is back with a new map in his hand. This time the file is not as thick as before.

“Bos,” sweep.

Ditya was sleeping in his lazy chair. These few days he has not been active to the office, a small accident that left his leg sprained and swollen forcing him to rest a few days in his luxury penthouse.

“Hmmm,” muttered Ditya, still not fully conscious. Waiting for Matt too long, made him sleepy.

“Reynaldi Primary, age 44 years.” Matt read all the data without waiting for his boss's instructions.

Ditya immediately opened his eyes when he heard the age of Kailla's husband.

“Oh God!” Only that word came out of his lips.

“Married to Kailla Riadi Dirgantara since four years ago.”

“Wait! You mean Kailla got married when she was 20. With a man 20 years from her. Oh No!” ditya said, taking his seat. Still not able to receive the information submitted by the assistant.

“Stupid!” matt said next, again surprising Ditya.

“S’hittt!” Only this word could slide out of Ditya's lips.

“Not yet have children. Had a miscarriage like the one I infused earlier,” continued Matt.

“Reynaldi Pratama is now President of RD Group, succeeding his father-in-law.”

Ditya was speechless, digesting the sentence after sentence his assistant had just spoken. Still can't believe the information he's heard.

“I want to see what Reynaldi Pratama looks like,” pinta Ditya.

To his surprise, this man often saw him. He even had time to meet. “He's Kailla's husband,” whispered slowly.

His gaze was fixed on the photo of Pram with a small child. Ditya smiled looking at the little girl who was being hugged by Kailla's husband.

“This.?” tanya Ditya, pointed at the photo of the little girl who was with the grown man.

“Iya, it's little Kailla with Reynaldi Pratama,” explains Matt.

“Wow!”

Ditya seemed to close his eyes. Don't know what to do

“Send people to watch and control Kailla, report everything to me.

Ditya finally opened his voice, after a long silence. He might not be able to continue his intention of getting to know Kailla any further. But when reading the life history of Kailla who had experienced a kidnapping, Ditya finally decided to give an escort secretly.

“Commands before this keep running?” ask Matt, make sure about finding a doctor for Riadi.

Ditya. “Find the best doctor to care for his father.”

“Bos, still intending to go forward?” matt asked, asking courageously. When knowing the status of married Kailla, Ditya still asked her to find a doctor while giving an escort.

Ditya smiled. He walked towards the minibar, grabbed a glass and filled it back with wine.

“Seeing its status that people's wife.” Ditya took a heavy breath.

“If she ever gets a divorce, I can't possibly take her into the Halim family. Even if I force to have it, I can only save and hide it from the world,” continued Ditya.

“Save it in one of my houses. Poor Kailla, she deserves a better place. But not by my side,” obviously Ditya.

Matt smiled.

“Do not want to try to fight for him Boss?” ask Matt back.

“I will only fight for women worth fighting for. But Kailla is not in a position worth fighting for.”

“Forcing it with me, will only make him suffer. My life is not as simple as the lives of others. Not just my family, but the world. What to face is the world.”

Matt nodded.

“One day, if I get married. I don't want the world to interfere with my family's life. I don't want my wife's son to be attacked by news-hunters wherever they go. For that, I have to choose a woman who is of clear status and from a good family,” said Ditya.

“Cih! Love can choose?!” matt said slowly, not believing.

Ditya almost threw his glass back when his hearing won his assistant's scornful speech.

“I like it. I admit I liked it from first sight. But to go further, to love her I have to make sure first what the woman is like,” explained Ditya.

“I want a break. You can go now!” ditya's orders. He must calm his feelings first. Knowing Kailla's status, messed up her mind.

***

After dinner, Kailla goes straight to her room, leaving Pram to contact her assistant, David.

The cup!

“Honey, I'm in the room,” said Kailla, kissed Pram's lips at a glance.

Pram is still busy listening to David's words through a cellphone attached to his ear. No answer came out of the man's lips. Just a nod with a smile on the lips.

Arriving at the room, Kailla immediately opened her laptop. Sit cross-legged on the bed, continuing to make the script. This day she was preoccupied with her in-laws affairs, having absolutely no time to open her laptop at all.

He was busy reading the sheets of paper that were scattering into the bed when Pram went into the room.

“Jeez Kai, happened?” the question is nosy, tidying the scattered papers, so as to have space to lay his body on the bed.

“Hmmmm,” muttered Kailla, not listening at all to her husband's words. He was still busy with a piece of paper in hand, perusing it carefully. His lips were kamit with his eyes closed.

“This is the data you requested from David?” ask Pram again.

“Hmmmm.” Kailla muttered back.

“Indeed the data cannot be stored anywhere else. Why should use sheets of paper like this,” complained Pram. His head was dizzy to see the paper strewn over his bed.

“I asked for it. So that..”.

“So you can easily scatter it like this.” cut Pram.

His hand was stroking his wife's smooth thigh, rubbing repeatedly made Kailla's concentration disturbed.

Plakkk!!

Kaiila hits Pram's hand which has infiltrated her behind her nightgown. “I'm busy right now,” grumbled Kailla, memgomel.

“Kai, I haven't gotten rations from yesterday,” rayu Pram, smile nosy. Her hand that just got a small warning from Kailla moved to lower the leash of the nightgown. In the second count, the shoulder was perfectly exposed. Her dress sagged, making Pram's eyes rounded at the sight of Kailla not wearing a bra.

“Huh! Just interrupt,” scolds Kailla, re-raise her nightgown.

“Come dong, Kai. Tomorrow we just continue. Now we sail first,” rayu Pram.

Pram immediately took a sitting position, leaning his head on the wife's shoulder. Occasionally kiss the neckline and give a sign of ownership there.

“Ouch! Disturb my concentration only!” grouse Kailla. Glared at Pram who was putting on his face.

Kaila continued typing on her laptop. No matter the hands of her husband who has penetrated everywhere. Infiltrate from the end of the nightgown.

“Gosh Kailla, seriously this does not wear anything inside,” asked Pram, when his hand had touched the sensitive part of his wife.

“Keep your hands!” kailla's nagging, staring at her husband's cynic.

Just now, Kailla was about to move places, choosing to do it on the sofa. Staying in bed will definitely end up in her husband's hands. But Pram took action first. Without permission, forcefully close the laptop in the hands of his wife. Not there, he also threw a pile of paper so that it flew and scattered to the floor.

“Honey!!” peekit Kailla's.

Her tiny lips locked instantly, Pram had already devoured them without excuse. It made him unable to continue his words. Laptops in the hand have moved. Pram put it on the nightstand.

“Kai, tomorrow I will meet Ditya,” Pram whispered in between his kisses.

“Hah?! For what?” kailla asked in surprise, pushing her husband's body away.

“To make calculations with him. So tonight I need extra power,” explained Pram. Start mel”umatkan red lips blush. The kiss and kiss get wet, get deeper, fight the tongue in there.

Before long, Pram had already removed his wife's nightgown, and threw her origin onto the floor. He followed, taking off his shirt showing off a chest of fields with a torn bread belly ready to warm his wife.

Just as he was carrying his wife, he suddenly heard a knock on the door of the room.

Geck!Geck!Geck!

Not long after that, Bayu's voice called out from behind the door.

“Honey, there is Bayu,” said Kailla with breath gasping. Pram's still busy stomping down there.

“Ssttt, leave it alone!” sahut Pram is relaxed.

“Let him scream until tired,” continued Pram, still not want to stop. Grabbing tissue on the nightstand.

“Close your ears. Suppose you don't hear anything,” pinta Pram casually.

Kailla did not comply, but instead memgomel. Bayu's voice that was still shouting from outside the door really bothered him.

“If you don't want to open it, let me!” kailla grumbled, pushing her husband's body rough to move from it.

Bruk!! Pram is back.

Soon Kailla got out of bed, grabbed back her nightgown.

“Kai, I'm not finished!” yelled Pram annoyed. Kaila left him before he finished their activities.

“I got dizzy hearing Bayu's voice, you just finish with him,” Kailla said throwing her husband's clothes on the bed.

***

To be continued

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