The President's Wife

Chapter 10: Forgive Me

Pram's car has been seen stopping at the gate of his house. The horn is rung repeatedly, signifying how emergency the condition in the car is at the moment. Pram who was initially still calm and calm, began to grumble and get angry when their car was stuck in traffic. The journey that should be able to be taken in 30 minutes, must be delayed to one hour.

Pram opened the car door, running down could not wait in the car any longer. Moreover, it did not appear that a single security had appeared to open the gate for him. He chose to enter from the small door beside the gate that had not been locked.

Arriving at the main door, he bangs on the door while contacting Sam asking Kailla's assistant to open the door for him. It was time to show at eleven o'clock in the evening.

“Mana Kailla?” pram asked, as Sam's face appeared behind the door.

“Non... just got into the room, Sir,” replied Sam.

“Where Ricko?” ask Pram again.

“In front of tv, sir,” replied Sam doubtfully, after seeing Pram's ghastly look on the face.

Pram forced his way in, slightly pushing rough Sam who was standing in the middle of the door.

“Ricko! Ricko!” pram shouted as he entered the house. His voice echoed in the silence of the night.

Ricko was just about to get up from his seat when he heard Pram's scream. But his master was already standing with a deadly look directed at him.

“What's up Sir?” ricko asked Pram's gaze back, bracing himself as usual.

“Brengs*ek! You can still ask what is it! How many times have I warned you, don't go near my wife!” pram said, restraining emotions.

“Means Mr Pram?” rick was a little confused.

Sam who listened, became worried. If only, he had not complained to his master surely the quarrel of the two would not have happened. But he can't do anything.

He knows Kailla well. Her employer's domestic relationship has not been well since Kailla's miscarriage a few years ago. If he does not help Pram, it is certain that sooner or later, his employer will be left by his wife.

Kailla is unstable, still easily touched by the excessive attention of others. Sam often catches Kailla crying and sheds her disappointment on Pram in front of Ricko. Much different from Sam, Kailla is limited to doing silly things together.

Kailla's closeness to her is different from Kailla's proximity to Ricko. Even Kailla did not allow Ricko to call her the same as the other assistants. Although in front of Pram, Ricko still called him Madam, but behind that he would call his employer's wife.

“What did you do earlier with my wife?” pram asked, intimidating.

“No Sir. I just talked to Kailla,” said Ricko keceplosan, down. He forgot to call Kailla Madam in front of Pram.

“Repeatedly I said, call her Madam! N..Y..O..N..Y..A !! The woman named Kailla, whom you control every day is my wife!” Pram wrathful. Pram's emotions culminate every time Ricko discusses his unconscious position and status.

“Sorry Sir.” Ricko bowed.

Pram pulls out his phone, looking for the photo Sam sent him.

“That's what you said no!” Pram throws his cell phone at the couch, which shows a picture of Ricko patting Kailla on the shoulder at the dinner table.

“I know my wife well. He doesn't love you. Don't expect more, just because she cries a lot on your shoulders.

Deg—

“This old Tigers even know a lot of things.”

“Start tomorrow change places with Bayu. You will escort me!” pram's orders.

“If you refuse, you can quit this job. I keep you only because of my wife!”

Pram grabbed back his phone, leaving Ricko, stunned to stare at the back of Pram who was climbing the stairs, driving him to the bedroom.

Just as Pram opened the door to his room, he was greeted with a pillow and a flying doll hit him.

“I'm sorry, Kai,” said Pram, with a sorry look. The first word that came out of his lips, after the dozen puppets and pillows had stopped attacking him.

“Happy Birthday, Reynaldi Primary. Hopefully the older you get, the more you know yourself. That's your birthday gift!” kailla pointed to the pillow and the doll that were lying around Pram's feet.

Pram smiled wryly, looking at Kailla who had already grabbed the rough blanket and covered her body. Holding back the crying that came out, after nagging her husband.

Pram has memorized the habits of Kailla, four years of sharing a bed, he has finished a lot about his wife.

“I'm sorry Kai. Have you eaten?” pram asks walking over, realizing he left Kailla with the promise of a dinner that had already been missed for several hours.

There's no answer. Only a body shook violently under the thick and warm blanket.

“Kai, forgive me.” Pram. Choose to sit on the side of the bed and touch Kailla from outside the blanket.

“You haven't eaten?” pram asked, trying to open the blanket that covered Kailla's body.

“You want me to cook something?” bargain Pram again, after successfully pulling the blanket and throw it on the floor.

“Quite Sweetheart! You don't have to be sweet in front of me!” kailla's grouse wiped away the tears that had fallen on both of her cheeks. He got up, sat up in bed. His eyes stared intently at Pram.

“Honey, what do you want?” ask Pram. His regret increased when he saw his wife's two beautiful eyes again shed tears. She knew, Kailla used to cry for it. And those tears will fall more and more when Kailla finds out where her real mama is.

“You scolded me, nagged me, hit me?” tawar Pram, turn himself in front of Kailla. Prepare to receive all impingements.

“Honey, outside it is not here,” said Pram chuckled, still had a joke. Directing Kailla's hand which was originally pointing towards the bedroom window, it became pointed towards their bedroom door.

“I ask you to sleep outside the gate of the house, not outside the room!” kailla replied still with a ketus.

Pram pretended to be startled, before finally opening his voice. The current face of Kailla was truly adorable.

“Kai, I've been 44 years, my body is no longer able to withstand the cold,” refused Pram reasoned. Smiling, she was trying to melt Kailla's warming heart.

“Reason! If it can't stand the cold, why te*long every night,” said Kailla, glaring annoyed. Her husband was the smartest to answer and back down.

“That's to make you happy, I'm willing to be cold every night.” Back Pram replied origin.

“Reason alone! Where have you been?” tanya Kailla starts interrogating Pram as usual.

“I met someone. We celebrate my birthday,” sahut Pram hesitate.

“Then.?” kaila asked, still sniffing.

“We talked and he did not allow a quick return home,” replied Pram reasoned back.

“Me or her more important?” ask Kailla suddenly. She felt disappointed with her husband who was more concerned with others than her.

“Kailla,” Reply Pram instantly.

“Why keep me crying?” ask Kailla again, with a pouting face.

“I'm sorry, dear."

“I'm tired of hearing you apologize every day.” Kailla said, staring cynically at Pram.

“I promise this is my last apology. Next I will try to be honest with you, even if it hurts,” replied Pram whispered.

Both of his hands were just about to grab Kailla's body, but had already been violently crushed by his wife.

“I beg you to be honest with me now. What have you been hiding from me all this time?” pinta Kailla's.

Kailla knows, Pram hides a lot from her. She was still patiently waiting for Pram, to be frank with her.

Pram was silent, not answering.

He doesn't know what to say. He was tired of everything. Tired of his own life. Not yet finished the problem with his mother, his household was pestered with Ricko. Pram set his breath, smilingly looking at his wife.

“I'm tired of you!” kailla said after a long wait for Pram not to answer.

Choosing to get out of bed. Hurry downstairs, leaving Pram alone.

He remembered the noodle cake he made. Although Pram may not appreciate it, at least Sam still willingly ate it. Out of hard work and tiredness wasted.

“Honey, where are you going?” pram asked, following Kailla who left suddenly.

Before long there was the sound of Kailla screaming.

“Sam! Where are you?” call Kailla, look for her assistant's whereabouts.

“Iya Non,” said Sam stared at Kailla who was already standing next to him. Behind him looks like a man.

“Sam, noodles on the table please spent yes.” pinta Kailla.

Sam hesitated, looking at Pram who was standing behind Kailla.

“But... Non.”

“If you don't want to, please just throw it away!” kailla's orders. Turning towards his room, past Pram who was frozen in place.

“He's still mad at me,” whispered Pram, turning to stare at Kailla's missing back at the end of the stairs.

Without Pram noticing there was another pair of eyes that were also staring at the same scene as him.

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To be continued

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