The Little Wife of the President

Chapter 184: Follow Me to Bali

Pram immediately got out of the car, approaching Kinar who was circulating his gaze. Pram is sure, the woman is looking for him. It appears that Pram is wearing his sunglasses back, before seeing Kinar. Pram didn't like Kinar's look at him very much.

“How is Mother Citra?” pram asked as he stood before Kinar.

“It has calmed down a little sir,” replied Kinar staring at Pram not blinking.

Honey, he's covering his face with his sunglasses. Otherwise, I could see his handsome face clearly.”

“I actually just want to know my past. And the data I got from my adoptive father, Riadi Dirgantara, led to Ibu Citra. Although I'm not sure,” said Pram opened the conversation. He threw his eyes out towards the street.

“Can you please tell me about Ms. Citra, she could be my real mother. Wait a minute,” continued Pram. It was seen him walking back towards the car, picking up something inside the map.

“This is a copy of the birth certificate that I found and listed the name of Mother,” said Pram, thrusting a photocopy of the deed into the hands of Kinar.

Pram was forced to open part of his story to Kinar, because only Kinar could be the key to approaching Ibu Citra. During his time here, he had read the closeness of the relationship between the two.

Pram also issued an identification tag of his, thrusting it on Citra. But this time he just showed. Not letting Kinar touch her. He deliberately closed his status there, he did not want these two women to know about Kailla, his wife of Riadi Dirgantara descent.

Pram can still remember clearly, how the swear of Mother Citra in-laws and his wife and baby. And on that basis, Pram won't let these people know about Kailla, until she gets some clarity on the actual events.

“I met my mother a dozen years ago, while working at one of the social parlors in Jakarta. Mother long lived there, since getting out of the hospital and declared cured,” story Kinar.

“I also don't know much about Mom's past. Just heard the story from Mom's mouth,” continued Kinar again.

“Mom really hates a man named Riadi, as far as I know Riadi had met Mom while living in the orphanage. Offering Mom to come with him,” Kinar's story again.

Pram was shocked to hear the story of Kinar. Even he himself did not know about this, even though almost every day he went with his in-laws first.

“When is it?” ask Pram curious.

“I forgot for sure. Maybe about 10 years ago, before we moved to Bali,” said Kinar.

“What happened after that?” ask Pram.

“Mom's story, Riadi wanted to apologize and offer Mom to come with him. At that time, Riadi also had time to mention about Mother's son, Reynald. But I don't want to trust Riadi anymore,” said Kinar.

“Because according to Mother, the Riadi family has destroyed Mother's trust. Though Riadi's wife, cousin Mother,” continued Kinar again.

Pram was shocked. What Kinar is now talking about is his late adoptive mother, whom he used to call Mama Anna. Pram has started stringing, Ibu Citra is also from the Wijaya family.

“What else do you know? Can I speak to Mom directly?” tanya Pram.

“I am also not sure, what brings me here is the birth certificate that his name and date of birth are exactly the same as my birth certificate,” explained Pram again.

“Mr can come back later tonight. And talk to Mom directly. I will try to persuade Mother,” said Kinar.

“Can't now? I have to return to Jakarta as soon as possible. Wife...” Pram was silent.

“I mean, I already bought a ticket back to Jakarta later tonight,” continued Pram.

Kinar. “Sorry sir, I just took my medicine and fell asleep. I also need time to persuade.” Kinar. Kinar's gaze unintentionally turned on Pram's ring finger, there coiling the wedding ring.

“She is married?” ask Kinar in my heart.

“But seeing the age of 40 years according to Mother, must have been married,” Inner Kinar bowed limp.

Pram looked at the direction of Kinar's gaze, instantly hiding his hands behind his back.

“Kinar..,” call Pram. It was seen he sighed, before continuing his words.

“Too fast if you take the conclusion Mother Citra has a relationship with me in the past. Because there's actually no solid evidence that leads there. Moreover, this coincidence felt unreasonable. I'm the kid Riadi took off the street, when he was 10. No stories about my family,” stories Pram.

“Actually my curiosity, nothing more than my curiosity about my adoptive father's past,” continued Pram.

“But, because I've got here. I'm gonna do a DNA test, to get some clarity. There will be my people who will contact you,” said Pram.

“I beg you, I don't know first. I'm afraid the result is not as expected, he will be disappointed,” explained Pram.

Kinar.

“This is my card,” sodor Pram on Kinar. Take one of his business cards in his wallet.

“Contact me, if Ibu Citra can talk. I'm leaving now. Thank you,” said Pram, without waiting for an answer from Kinar. He had already turned around, walking towards the car without staring at Kinar at all.

“Iya.. Sir,” says Kinar slowly. Stunned stared at the handsome figure who did not even glance at him at all.

Arriving at the car, it appears that Pram contacted his person, arranged for a DNA test as well as finding a decent home for the two women he recently visited.

Regardless of the image of her birth mother or not, she felt the need to help the two women.

Hearing the story from Kinar, her in-laws must have had a wrong on Mother Citra in the past.

And as a daughter-in-law, she must take on the responsibility of completing what her in-laws and foster father have yet to complete. Especially at this time, Mr. Riadi is lying in a coma in the hospital.

He is also not very clear about the true story. What crime did his in-laws commit. Especially if it is true that Mother Citra is her birth mother. He could not yet think what to do. What is clear now, his wife Kailla, has nothing to do with the past of their parents.

Pram sighed. His head is dizzy, not because of the problem of Ibu Citra, but how to seduce Kailla so as not to get angry because of the possibility that she could not return to Jakarta tonight.

***

It's late afternoon, when Pram's phone rings. She had just come out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel on her waist. There was an unknown number sending him a message.

Sir, please come to Mother Citra's house. I have explained to Mother and Mother agreed to meet with Father - Dinar.

Pram smiled reading the message on his phone. But the smile did not last long, as he remembered his wife.

“Dead me this time,” said Pram slowly, squeezing his own hair. Trying to figure out a way to soften Kailla.

Kailla had just finished her bath, still wrapped in a towel when Pram contacted her.

“Honey...,” call Pram smiling looking at Kailla who is still innocent with a towel wrapped around the chest. Not to mention the hair dripping with water, wetting his bare shoulders.

No less surprised Kailla looked at Pram who was just wrapped in a towel around the waist, displaying a view of the burly chest she used to bite every night.

“Honey!” call Kailla.

“For what?” ask Pram wonder.

“To make sure there are signs of world war what is not there,” Kailla said.

Shaking his head, Pram was forced to obey Kailla's orders.

“My wife is half crazy,” murmured slowly, afraid to sound Kailla.

“Already?!” pram asked annoyed. Got to deal with Kailla's crazy behavior.

“That's why the bed is messy?” tanya Kailla glared.

“I was sleeping there, sweetheart,” said Pram was upset.

“Detach your towel!” kailla's orders again.

“I want to make sure!” kailla.

“What the fuck is Kai! No Kai, I'm not a kid!” reject Pram.

“I came out of the room with this towel, if we don't want to show it to me,” Kailla threatened. She was thinking something about her husband.

“Try if you dare! I'll keep you in your room all day when I come back!” menacingly

Prams.

“Already, stop making jokes. There is something I want to say,” said Pram, choosing to lie in his bed.

“Why Honey,” ask Kailla. He deliberately put his phone near the dresser mirror, so he could freely dry his hair with both hands.

“I can't go home tonight,” Pram explained. Sontak made his wife's face pout.

“I don't want to know!” kailla ketus.

“I was just about to dress up sexy for you tonight,” grumbled Kailla, grabbed a transparent red lingerie, showing off in front of her phone.

“Hah!” Pram's eyes instantly rounded, as the transparent lingerie was clearly visible on his phone screen. She was astonished, having never seen that outfit in Kailla's closet.

“Where did you get it? “ ask Pram later.

“I... I was at the mall with Bayu,” Kailla said doubtfully. Dare not look at Pram's face. She was afraid her husband was nagging for coming out secretly.

“You didn't flirt with the guy out there, did you? Remember, in your stomach is my son. Don't try to glance at other men!” pram said a little upset. Kaila left the house not asking her permission first.

“Iya.. I don't mess around,” replied Kailla.

“Kai, tomorrow morning after me to Bali. Bayu will accompany you here,” Pram command suddenly, divert the conversation.

“Serious?” ask Kailla, make sure. She smiled at Pram's words.

“Yes, the lingerie was brought too!” pinta Pram laughs.

“Ah...don't tease me,” whine Kailla with her pot.

“Because you are going here, so tonight I do not need to go back to Jakarta,” Pram said reasoned.

“Come show your charm Kai,” Goda Pram, smile nosy looking at Kailla.

“What do you mean Honey?” ask Kailla. He was happy, as soon as he heard tomorrow would follow to Bali.

“Can you remove your towel too?” pinta Pram, laugh nosy.

“I've missed you Darling,” woo Pram tease.

“No! Just collect your miss until tomorrow” said Kailla ketus.

“Hahaha.. Kai, I have business in a minute. We call again before bed,” Pram appointment.

“Which way to?” ask Kailla curiously.

“There is a little work,” replied Pram lying.

“Don't forget to take your vitamins and milk, dear,” Pram said again, reminding.

“Iya Darling.”

“Oh yes, bring clothes for me too, dear. I didn't bring anything,” pinta Pram.

“Iya, I made one suitcase huh?” kailla.

“Yes, don't have to carry too many clothes. We are only two days here,” explained Pram.

“Iya Darling.”

“Ask Bayu who dropped his suitcase from the top cabinet. Don't lower it yourself. That's heavy darling,” said Pram.

“Darling, why so bring it now?” kailla asked annoyed.

“Because you are my wife,” Pram said.

“Honey where are you?” pram asked in surprise half-screaming, as Kailla suddenly disappeared from her phone screen. Kaila who was changing clothes did not reply at all.

“Dear I turned it off. I need to get ready now. I love you,” cried Pram, for not seeing Kailla again.

“Iya.., I'll call you later!” kailla shouted no less loudly than a walk in closet.

****

Thanks though.

Love you All

Om pram and Kailla