The President's Wife

Chapter 97: What are these trials

The in-laws and son-in-law had already returned to the room, leaving Pram fixated alone where he stood. Not expecting, his mother would kidnap his wife blatantly, forcibly depriving Kailla of her embrace.

“Kai, what happened? Why did it come to this?” Ibu Citra asked, grabbing Kailla's hand.

“E..” Kaila was unable to answer, and it was impossible to say that she and Pram had just flown into the clouds. Her in-laws should never have to ask again.

“Yes already, accompany mama to sleep. My mom doesn't sleep alone. During this time there is a Kinar that accompanies,” said Ibu Citra already lying down first.

There was no need to ask the truth he could see what had happened to his son and daughter-in-law. Kailla, who was not wearing underwear, was clad in a Pram oversized t-shirt, printing clearly something that puffed up at the top of her chest.

“Think I missed too huh. Didn't even give Kailla a chance to change her clothes. But it's already gone. Better sleep alone,” Inner Mother Citra.

Kaila, who was lying in the same bed, pulled out the blanket. It feels uncomfortable, still sweating and has not had time to clean up. Suddenly, she and Pram are raided by her own in-laws.

*“Waiting for mom to fall asleep. Later mama even asked a lot more,” murmured Kailla in heart. *

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Pram who could not sleep since his wife was deprived of his own mother, like the Dutch colonists, took it by force without compromise. The man went back and forth to the left and to the right, feeling uncomfortable in staying asleep alone.

It had tried to close its eyes, but its brain and body were not running in harmony. Though the burly body was tired, but his mind was still fixed on his wife.

Staring at the clock hanging on the wall of the room, it was almost midnight. The cold begins to seep in through the pores. Ordinary she could vent by hugging Kailla, now she had to hug herself.

“Ah.. I am not strong!” Rushed up and opened the closet, looking for a change of clothes for his wife as well as ointment to polish the wound Kailla had not had time to do earlier. It's been fucked up by her own mother.

Walk slowly, attacking the opponent's defense. With a sagging step, Pram opened the door of his mother's room slowly. His smile was perfect when he saw his wife and mother asleep.

“Kai, Kai, wake up Darling,” whispered Pram, wobbling small, while whispering in Kailla's ear with a slouch.

First call, get away. His wife still refused to wake up.

“Kai, wake up Darling. Change your clothes,” Pram whispered again. This time it blows rough in Kailla's ears, hoping that his wife will react as usual.

Annoyed, the handsome man slipped his hands under the blanket, then slipped those mischievous fingers behind the loose t-shirt that covered his wife's body. A smile grinned, as the hand managed to find the buried treasure. Squeezing and raising the twin mountains alternately left and right. Until the owner is disturbed.

“Aaaah....!” kailla sighed restrained, with her body stiffened. The tiny lips must close again, for Pram silences them with his own lips.

Kailla's eyes opened perfectly and the hand that had been playing with her sleep had already returned to its owner. Get out through the fast lane before his wife's diomeli.

“Change your clothes. I've brought your nightgown,” whispered Pram, after taking off her kiss.

“When did you come?” kailla asked in a hoarse voice, still shocked by Pram's sudden treatment.

“Stttt!” Don't wake mama,” whispered Pram, sticking an index finger on her lips.

“Let's get up change your clothes. After that I will treat your hand,” whispered a smile.

***

The two sat facing each other on the sofa. It looks like Pram polishes gently the skin surface of Kailla's reddened hands, occasionally pressing it slowly.

“I'm sorry,” whispered Pram. The regret that had been in his heart since noon.

“I'm all right,” says Kailla, smile.

“Starting tomorrow there will be a housekeeper helping you and mama here. You don't have to cook anymore for a while. I've asked Pieter to find him,” Pram's story.

Kailla just nodded.

“I've also asked Pieter to call a technician. This model stove will be replaced to an induction stove. So you don't have to worry that the fire will hit your hands again,” Pram continued again. Recall the story of Kailla who was surprised by the fire running up around the pan.

“But I have no problem,” says Kailla wonder.

“It's okay, it was an induction stove. It's just that when we bring Mother Ida, I'm afraid she's not used to it, so replace it with a regular planting stove,” explained Pram.

“Electric pumps are safer for you,” continued Pram.

“Go back to sleep,” whispered Pram, brought Kailla into her arms, then presented her with a warm kiss on Kailla's forehead and cheeks.

“Ah.. I love you,” said Kailla, this time she who embraces Pram, anchoring a warm kiss on the lips of her husband.

“I love you too. Back to sleep with mom. I'll sleep here,” whispered Pram, patting the sofa with a smile.

“I don't want to. I want to sleep with you,” reject Kailla, shake her head, her trademark. Make the hair move to the right and to the left.

“Here narrow. You won't be comfortable. Back to sleep with mom. I'm not going anywhere,”pinta Pram, beg.

The slightly toned head was again done by Kailla. Not that according to him instead lay down on the sofa, taking the most comfortable position. Not until there, she shifted her tiny body and pulled her husband lying down with her.

“Don't protest, I want to sleep in your arms,” Kailla said slowly, snaking into her husband's arms, sharing a cramped sofa.

“You do not dare to let go of your embrace, otherwise you will fall,” pinta Kailla, join hugging Pram's waist. Lying down, hugging each other face to face.

With this position, Kailla could clearly hear the sound of her husband's heartbeat. It was like a musical bedtime. Those beautiful eyes were again closed, along with a gentle rub on the head and a warm kiss Pram on his forehead.

Almost five minutes both of them were silent, hugging each other and sharing warmth in the same position. Both bodies are tightly attached. Just move a little Pram will fall to the floor.

“You've slept?” ask Pram.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla, along with the breath that began to be regular. Belitan at Pram's waist was getting tighter.

At times like this, in the eyes of Pram, Kailla was really like the little child she had been nurturing all along. The caress after the hand of Pram, drove Kailla into the dreamland.

“You're comfortable sleeping like this?” pram asked, after feeling that there was a small movement of Kailla in his chest.

“Hmmm,” murmured Kailla was half asleep.

“Back to bed yes,” woo Pram back. It was heartless to let Kailla enjoy the narrow sofa with her.

“I don't want to, I want to be here,” Kailla said.

“So loving me?” whisper Pram, slow down. Poking his head at the head of Kailla.

“Hmmmm.” Kailla's murmur was heard for the umpteenth time.

“If you love me, don't be naughty anymore,” whispered Pram.

“Iya..” A short answer, either Kailla heard it or just answered.

Pram smiled, choosing to close his eyes. Enjoy sleeping sharing a sofa with his wife. At this moment, all his fatigue was gone, all his anger and emotions were extinguished. Replacing warm feelings that can not be obtained from others. The aroma of his wife like the aroma of therapy, can calm his mind and nerves.

***

Pram and Kailla had already left the room, following Mother Citra who had first gone out to the kitchen. Pram in her work clothes and Kailla in her home dress, both of them rushed towards the dining table.

Seen Bayu who sipped black coffee and Ibu Citra with a glass of warm tea. The morning looks more beautiful, colorful and different. The dining table is usually quiet, not many dishes are served at the table, but this time it is colorful. Various dishes have been neatly arranged to meet the wooden table looks appetizing.

Pram had just shifted his chair and let his wife sit down to enjoy breakfast, but his mouth was barely believing what he saw.

“Yes Lord, what trials have you sent me this morning,” said Pram, with glaring eyes.

Bayu just smiled, looking in the same direction. And Kailla...

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To be continued

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