The President's Wife

Chapter 85: Kailla's Struggle begins, Pram's Patience is tested

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Ibu Citra and Kailla at the same time. Spontaneous Kailla closed her eyes, while Mother Citra covered her face with both hands.

“Sorry Non,” says Bayu slowly.

Bayu had just finished storing Mother Citra's suitcase and intended to get out. But when it was about to reach the doorknob, the wooden door was already open. Almost hit his body if he was not alert and took a few steps back.

Along with that, there was the sound of screams of two women deafening their ears.

Plakk! Bayu's arm was hit hard and unfeeling.

“Bad you, Bay. My heart almost jumped out! Why not open the curtains, dark-eight inside.” scolding Kailla. She had not noticed her husband's assistant since. Suddenly it appeared from the room.

Mother Citra was stunned, after calming herself down. Look at the not-so-extensive bedroom in the dark.

“Kai, are you serious about that ghost story?” tanyanya.

The feathers that had been squeezed now goosebumps back to see how scary the room will be occupied. Not too broad, but the auras seem to be nothing positive. Either maybe the feeling alone after hearing the story of the son-in-law, who has not entered the category of favorite daughter-in-law.

Kailla nodded.

“Nearly a month we live here, my life can not be quiet every night, Ma,” explained Kailla, considering the times of inhabiting this apartment.

“Hah!? That awful. Does that ghostly spirit bother you?” ask Mother Citra. He hugged Kailla's arm tightly.

Kailla shook her head, looking at her in-laws with a hard-to-understand look.

“Not a spirit bothers me, but your son. Seeing that I was scared, he took advantage of the situation,” Kailla said with a laugh.

“Bad kid! You pranking!” gerutu Ibu Citra's.

Bayu who was still peeling in place, held his laughter so as not to break. A sight he never expected. A month ago, Ibu Citra still harbored anger every time she met with Kailla, but at this time it is certain that this deadly duet of daughter-in-law and in-laws will make her even more dizzy.

In fact, it is certain that Pram will regret having brought with him his mother who will only make him die standing. A Kailla alone has made them confused, coupled with Ibu Citra. Unimaginable, when two equally stubborn people meet and unite his strength.

Bayu was sure, even black steel knights would wave to the camera, a sign of surrender. Can not continue the match if you have faced these two people. Like the north pole and the south pole when brought closer together will attract each other. That's how the picture of in-laws and daughters-in-law who have been kept away by Pram for past reasons.

“Kai, accompany mama into yes,” pinta Ibu Citra, pull up her daughter-in-law's arm. Come inside. The foreign atmosphere, made him miss Kinar. The woman who for a dozen years accompanied her days. The characters of Kinar and Kailla are very different. Kinar is very mature and meek, just talk slowly, as if afraid to hurt others.

Unlike Kailla, who ceplas ceplos and what is. There was no gentleness of a woman at all reflected in her daughter-in-law's figure. Moreover, the image of the ideal wife, is very far from expectations.

Kailla, according to her, accompanied her in-laws in. Turn on the room lights and open all the curtains.

“Then, this room was empty. Sometimes Ibu Ida who occupies that Pram comes home from his office,” story Kailla, hit rough ass. Sit on the bed.

Her own in-laws were researching all corners of the room. Remembering Kailla's story, tucked into a fear that she's trying to hide.

“Kai, did you sleep with mom alone here yes,” the door, begging.

His daughter-in-law did not answer. A masculine and heavy voice sounded from the direction of the door.

“No. My wife had to sleep with her husband,” refused Pram, stepped into the room.

“I'm on a program to make a grandson for you. If you sabotage my wife, how can this program succeed, Pram said.

“Please support and help with prayer only from this room. Don't interrupt your son's pleasure, Ma,” he continued, joking. With a dashing look, put his left hand into his pants pocket.

While leaning in a display cabinet in his mother's room. The man looked handsome after changing into his brown sweater and cream pants. Smiling looked at his mother and wife in turn.

Kai, I'm hungry. Can prepare food for me. As it were,” pinta Pram, approached his wife.

“Why not eat out,” reject Kailla. Grabbed both hands of her now-present husband standing right in front of her. Swing it in such a way.

“Besok yes. I'm tired today. My head is also dizzy. Want to sleep all day,” explained Pram.

“Ehemmmm! Sounds of light from the corner of the room. Ibu Citra was staring cynically at Kailla.

“Good. I cooked the eggs. I am indeed an expert in the field of entertainment,” kaila babbles, relented after hearing an indirect warning from her in-laws.

“Mama want?” kailla asked, offering her in-laws.

“What cooking plan do you have, Kai?” asked Ms. Citra, walking closer.

“Can't cook another menu, Kai?” ask Mother Citra.

“My wife's ability to clamp that egg is above average, Ma. Just imagine for four years he did the same thing. She's a tenacious and focused wife, never giving up if you haven't got the perfect result. So throughout our four-year marriage, she continued to hone her egg-blocking skills. Hahahaha..”.

Pram's laughter broke, along with a blow to Pram's thigh. With Kailla sitting in the bed, her husband's thighs were the target to vent the frustration.

Mother Citra shook her head.

Pram immediately hugged Kailla, after seeing his wife pouting.

“I'm sincere, whatever it is. As long as you cook it for me Kai,” whispers while pecking at the head of his wife.

“Don't underestimate it, Ma. Returning to Indonesia later, I plan to register this ability Kailla to MURI in order to get a separate record,” joked Pram, re-igniting his wife's emotions.

“Honey!!” kailla exclaimed with her upset face, biting on her husband's soft thigh. Make Pram scream for a moment.

“Awwww! Pain Dear!” peekik Pram, smile. Caught Kailla's face, changed to bite slowly the tip of his wife's pointy nose.

“Kailla, that's your husband's thighs not chicken thighs!” omel Ibu Citra's.

“Already Ma. He's just kidding. He loves me with all his body. He can't hurt your beloved son. Is that right, Kai?” tanya Pram.

His hand had already grabbed his wife's hand, taking Kailla out of her mother's room immediately.

“Mama rest first. I need my wife now.” pamit Pram, drag his wife out.

As soon as the door of Mother Citra's room was closed tightly. Pram immediately crouched.

“Come, up to my shoulder. We will do the same as four years ago. Not many people here, just mama and Bayu. They quite understand, we are on our honeymoon,” said Pram patted his shoulder and blinked his eyes.

“Ah... I love you Dear.” Instantly dropped her body on her husband's back.

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Finished dinner with a menu of eggs la Kailla, the four returned to their respective rooms. The same menu this afternoon. On the first day there has been no protest presented with a similar menu every meal.

But entahlan if the next day. In addition, it is not too diverse food stocks in the refrigerator, plus the long journey of Jakarta - Austria makes everything not too chatty with the food menu. All you think about is laying down on a soft bed.

As soon as he reached his room, Pram immediately hugged Kailla tightly.

“Let's start the program to make a baby now,” said Pram, immediately kissed his wife's lips without stale bases.

Kailla had just come out of the bathroom after cleaning herself, still wrapped in a bathrobe.

“No need to wear this,” continued Pram, take off his kiss. His hand deftly opened his wife's towel strap and threw her as far away as possible.

Touch by touch he did to make his wife float. Kiss after kiss was sprinkled Pram almost all over the body of Kailla who was plain without a thread.

A little slow push, making Kailla fall on the bed, Pram followed, piercing the tiny body of his wife.

Kai, I love you. Hopefully this time our investment will be successful. By the time we get home, there's good news for me,” whispered slowly, biting little Kailla auricle.

Kailla nodded and smiled, instantly grabbing onto Pram's wet lips. Both of them were already washed away and dissolved into a hot game. Stroking and rubbing each other. The breath of both had gone up and down, holding back the mounting desire.

Just now Pram is about to start to the core game. A loud bang at the door, asked the pair of pigeons that had flown high to return to the cage.

“PRAM!!” shouted Mother Citra from outside the room, while banging on the door repeatedly with a fast tempo.

“Pram, open the door!” The pounding on the door grew louder, making the two return to consciousness.

“Honey, the mama.” Kailla pushed her husband's body away. Rushed down looking for anything that could cover his plain body, full of reddish marks.

“PRAM! Unlock door. Mama sleeps in your place!” meek Ibu Citra hugged pillows and blankets with a frightened face in front of her son's bedroom door.

To be Continued

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