The President's Wife

Chapter 96: The Scream of Pain

The cold night that enveloped the city of Vienna, further made the desire of two human children burned. It was Kailla who started everything, but in the end it was Pram who controlled the game.

The man had already taken over everything, right astray after Kailla threw away her trousers hitting the door. Quickly, he grabbed his wife's body and rolled her on the bed.

“Ah.. Honey,” exclaimed Kailla with a warm laugh.

Pram smiled, sticking their foreheads together while rubbing the tip of his nose with Kailla's nose.

“You know Kai, fighting with you a day feels lonely,” dread Pram. The two stared at each other, throwing words past the eye.

“Honey, I want baby twins.” Pram whispered softly with a coarse breath in his wife's ear. Occasionally biting small earlobes, while tempting his wife.

With her index finger Pram plays the curves of a perfectly beautiful face that ceaselessly smiles brightly longing for tenderness for the sake of tenderness that will become real soon.

The fingers stop right at the blushing full lips, rubbing them slowly before anchoring a light, warm kiss and ending up more demanding.

Kaila, who was currently lying in her husband's confinement, carefully poked her hands to her husband's neck. Prepare to welcome the beauty of the world that Pram will present for him.

“Take off your clothes now, Kai. You cheated. I've been cold here, you're still not willing to warm me.”

Without waiting for the response of his wife Pram has taken off one by one the clothes attached to the beautiful body of Kailla. A smile grinned as he found a plain body without a thread plastered in front of his eyes.

Within seconds, she had kissed the blushing lips that had challenged her since, telling her without giving Kailla a protest. A small bite, making Kailla open her lips and give him access to the series of white teeth and end up twisting each other's tongues when Kailla began to dissolve in his game.

Satisfied to explore there, Pram switched to a tiered neck with porcelain tub white skin, dipping occasionally gives a sign of ownership flushed without pause. Makes the owner gulp, bite his lips to hold his sigh.

The lentic fingers with long manicured nails had already slipped into her husband's wavy hair. Sometimes pulling slowly during Pram, pampering him.

“Why not sigh as usual, Kai?” pram asked, suddenly stopping his activities.

“I'm afraid mama heard. This room is not muffled sound,” said Kailla slowly, hollering in shame.

Pram smiled, his two hands that had been polite since then began to be stubborn. Ready to make a mess and mess. With a starving lion's gaze, the hand began to squeeze and gently rub the twin assets plastered unsecured.

Occasionally make a sign of ownership in a chewy twin mound. One of the wonders of the hidden world that forget to be recorded and recorded. The sturdy hand is ready to guerrilla, down the curves of the beautiful body of the guitar spanyor Reynaldi Pratama version.

Gives an intoxicating pleasure, a beauty that Pram hopes his wife will remember for life. Just as the hand was going down the waist curve and playing around in the flat, smooth stomach teasing. Stomach that some know and then had grown the fruit of their love.

“I want it to be here, Kai,” whispered Pram slowly, tucking gently there.

Turning back to kiss his wife's lips, there was a great tremor in Pram's voice.

“I hope he comes tonight, alone or with his brother,” said Pram, with a face with tears.

“I love you,” whispered Pram. While tasting the whole plain and beautiful body without remaining, making Kailla really crazy. Sighing resigned under the control of the stocky body.

“I love you, love you so much,” Pram said again before starting to the core game.

Right the two bodies fused together, a sigh without being held out from Kailla's lips, making Pram smile in satisfaction.

“You are my wife, forever my wife. Only you will get it, not for other women,” whispered Pram while stomping quietly down there.

Kick for the sake of the beat accompanied by the whisper of love from Pram. Reminds Kaila of their first night. While he was in pain, Pram did the same. He whispered softly, scattering the endless words of love in his ears. Until he forgets all his pain and disassociation.

Right the stomp gets rougher, Pram melu”mat back his wife's lips, the two sturdy hands also link his fingers to Kailla's fingers lying freely on the bed.

At its peak, as the seeds gushed in Kailla's womb in prayer in Pram's heart, a heartwrenching sigh rang his wife. A sigh more like a scream of pain. An unusual sigh.

Kaila to tears, screaming endless. At its peak she bit her husband's shoulder, as the innocent body of her husband collapsed on his body.

“Sick!!,” screams Kailla taut.

“Aww...! Kai, what's up, honey?” pram asked with a gasp of breath, rubbing Kailla's bite marks on her shoulder. There was something strange and unusual about his wife.

“Darling, am I playing too rough?” Pram astonishment. Thinking of his last release, he stung it too harshly and deeply, hoping that the seed would grow into a baby.

“You pressed my hand, Honey!” kailla said in tears, enduring the pain and soreness in her hands.

“I'm sorry, Honey. Does it hurt?” tanya Pram blew slowly on his wife's scar.

“Sick.!” rengek Kailla with the pot.

Just as Pram was about to get up to pick up the ointment to reapply, there was a rude knock and a panicked cry from behind the door.

“Pram!! Unlock door. Kailla why?” mother Citra cried out violently banging on her son's bedroom door.

Both Kailla and Pram were shocked, salimg looked at their innocent bodies without thread. Kailla was about to get up and stand up, but Pram held her back. Asking Kailla to stay lying down.

“Do-not. Sleep first, my son will go the wrong way. Instead of going in and out of the streets,” said Pram origin.

Mom Citra's cry became increasingly, uncontrollable and full of anger.

“Pram! You hit your wife? Unlock door. Why is Kailla screaming in pain. Don't be crazy Pram!” Ibu Citra shouted at length.

“PRAM!! If you do not want to open the door now, mom will ask Bayu to break it!” threaten Ibu Citra after waiting there is no answer from within.

“Bay, break the door! My daughter-in-law could die at her hands,” said Ms Citra, already thinking badly. Pram was rude to his wife.

He saw for himself how the often emotional Pram was with his assistants. The woman was afraid, Pram did it to his wife too.

Moreover, hearing the screams of pain Kailla who was so heartbreaking, plus Pram who did not answer or open the door of his room.

Bayu was just about to kick in his master's room door. But the wooden door opened from the inside. He came out because he heard a loud scream. Worrying about something not-nothing going on with her employer.

Bayu and Ibu Citra were surprised and held in shame when the door of the room opened perfectly. Pram only wears long pants, bare chest. And Kailla was just wearing Pram's oversized t-shirt, standing behind Pram, looking down.

“Shitt!! Again!” grumble Bayu in the heart.

The assistant immediately stepped away, after seeing the scene before his eyes. Not to mention that he had a glance at the contents in the room, clothes scattered on the floor, including the underwear of his mistress.

“Craftsmanship Mother Citra, I always hit by shit. Apes right, he should not have dragged me along banging on the door,” muttered Bayu, annoyed.

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“What's Kai?” ask Ms. Citra, waiting for an answer. Throw away the shame. Already banged, it is impossible to retreat.

“My hand hurts. Here!” Kailla extended her hand, showing her mother-in-law.

Ibu Citra is wide-eyed, why can this be?” ask Mother Citra astonished.

“Pram presses it until this wound breaks out of water,” Kailla said complaining about the pot.

Mother Citra shook her head, looking intently at her son.

“Sleep with mom alone,” she said as she pulled Kailla's hand out of her room.

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To be continued

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Hi.hi, hi,. The readers are Om Pram and Kailla, sharing only a little information.

The novel Om Pram and Kailla is a genre of romantic comedy, the conflict is also not heavy. Just misunderstanding, wrong talk and wrong upbringing. There is no groove that shines blue like a flying fish soap opera, which is heartbreaking or slicing feelings. There is a conflict but it is quickly resolved.

And most importantly I can't change the flow that already exists. Here the groove is slow, as slow as the snails again participate in the cooking competition guided by chef Juna. (Ah this is my favorite chef, unfortunately Kailla is married to Pram🤭)