The President's Wife

Chapter 101: Cover the Pan

“MAMA! LET'S SEE HOW YOUR SON BEHAVES!” kailla shouted loudly, filled with anger. Both of his hands were already clenched with reddened eyes.

“I'll kill him now!!” peekkik Kailla again, barging into her room.

“Kai, listen to me.”

“Shut!” cut off Kailla, point her index finger at Pram who just came out of the bathroom. The man was clad in a towel around the waist, showing off a field chest with some torn bread on the abdomen that was not covered in a towel.

“Darling, I really don't know anything. Suddenly, when he came out of the bathroom, he was already in our room,” Pram explained, defending himself.

Hair still dripping with bare feet he tried to calm his wife. He had just experienced the same thing. Surprised to see the sudden presence of a new maid already inside the room complete with her apron.

Kailla's gaze shifted, looking at Sarah who immediately rose from the ground. I don't know what Sarah did in her room,

“Here you!” kailla said she pulled Sarah, the bohai maid who had dared to go into her bedroom.

“What are you doing with my husband?” kailla asked, dragging the maid out of her room.

“You get ready after this!” threaten Kailla, stare cynically at Pram.

Mother Citra who heard Kailla's loud and angry voice, immediately took off her teacup. He was just about to sip a warm tea accompanied by wheat bread for the breakfast Sarah had prepared.

“Kailla, what happened?” ask Mother Citra, astonished. His forehead creased as he followed into the room, seeing Kailla block their new maid's hand.

“She's already brash, Ma. There's no manners. How dare he get into my room and there's Pram there!” nagging Kailla.

Ibu Citra is growing. He was completely unaware. He had just talked to Sarah in the kitchen. The housekeeper was cooking chicken soup.

“What do you do?” asked Ibu Citra to scold. He also did not accept that his maid actually entered his son's room with a bad purpose.

It was seen that Pram who was already wearing his clothes came out from the door of the room. The man was well-groomed, although his hair was still a little messy, it had not been neatly combed as usual.

“Sorry, Mistress. I'm just looking for the lid of the pot,” Sarah plainly explained. Sontak Pram and Kailla are shocked.

Unlike the usual looking Mother Citra. Since then, his assistant has been concerned about the existence of a pot lid that has not been met. Until Mother Citra who sat in front of the dining table looks upset to see Sarah pacing back and forth.

“Do not look for reasons. Indeed you think my husband is a traveling pot credit repairman! What do you mean look for the lid of the pot in the room. Ha?” kailla asked annoyed. Pushing Sarah forward.

“Already Kai, nothing happened. I just came out of the bathroom when you came into the room,” explained Pram.

The deadly gaze that had been aimed at Sarah, this time turned to Pram. “Don't tell me that she bathed you earlier,” Kailla said, looking at her husband in a probing tone.

Replaced observing Sarah who stood down while squeezing her fingers in fear. The woman wore black trousers until she closed her eyes and long-sleeved shirts in matching colors to cover her neck.

Kaila's anger again culminates in seeing the clothes Sarah is wearing. “You work or want to be a yoga instructor?” kailla asked with a raised voice. Emotions with Sarah's appearance in a covered costume but showing off her curves clearly. Worse than the clothes he wore yesterday. The black clothes could even clearly show off his chest chunk that was above average in size.

Mother Citra who was standing not far from where Kailla was standing shut her mouth tightly. This time he had just seen the unusually fierce figure of Kailla. Very much different from the little girl who often spoiled on her son.

“Already Kai, I'm not interested in him. Don't be angry anymore. Nothing, just misunderstanding,” clarified Kailla.

“This is my territory, don't interfere. I've never been involved in your work either, honey!” pinta Kailla's.

“Already Kai, mama knows clearly Sarah indeed since earlier looking for the lid of the pot. Mom is ready to be a witness. There is nothing between your husband and Sarah,” persuaded Mother Citra, finally mediate.

His head was dizzy, hearing Kailla's endless scolding.

“Iya Madam, even earlier Mother asked me to look for her in master's room.” Sarah ventured to open her voice.

Sentences that came out of Sarah's lips, able to provoke the anger of Mother Citra. “Yes God, what woman did you send in the middle of my family!” mother Citra grousers, massaging her temples.

“Mbak Sarah, I never told you to look for the lid of the pot in my son's room.” Ibu Citra clarified again.

“Lah, instead of earlier Mother said like that.” Sarah is still at war.

“I just said search in his place, don't you look for him in the room again. I just said it like that,” explained Ms. Citra, worried that her son and daughter-in-law misunderstood.

“Don't believe him Kai, mama never asked him to do that crazy thing. Mama may not accept you completely, but mama can't see mama's son crying.” Ibu Citra lowered her tone.

Pram, who had been silent since, was seen returning to the room. Not long after the man came out again holding an envelope with money in it.

“Starting today, you don't have to work here. I no longer need your services. In a few days, we will be back in Indonesia soon. I paid you as my wife promised yesterday complete with the bonus,” Pram explained, thrusting the envelope in front of Sarah.

“Bay!” shouted Pram, calling his assistant who had been sculpting since then and did not dare to approach.

“Urus him!” pram's orders rushed towards the dining room.

***

Ms. Citra who was sitting right beside Kailla could see clearly that her daughter-in-law was still not fully improved. It was heard from the rude snort that Kailla repeatedly let out while looking cynically at her husband.

“Have Kai, pity Pram. He really doesn't know anything. You have lived with him longer, you are his wife, you should better understand how the character of your husband,” explained Ibu Citra, while holding Kailla's hand.

Kaila looked up at her in-laws. Mother Citra just smiled in silence.

Pram who had finished his breakfast was seen leaving the dining table. “Kai, I'm going to the room. I'm waiting for you,” said Pram.

Kaila turned around, looking at her husband's back disappearing behind the door. His mind is branching. Her in-laws' words affected her a little.

“You know how lucky you are to have it. How lucky we are to have it. Even he gives without us asking.” Ibu Citra said slowly.

“Mama envies you. You have more time with him. You can take care of it every day,” said Ibu Citra, wiping away the tears that pooled.

I heard a slow breath. Before Mother Citra continued her words. “Mama leave Pram's happiness to you. But if you can't do it, return Pram to mama.”

***

Kaila was ready, looking at the view from her bedroom window while waiting for Pram who was still looking for his coat.

Digesting back word for word her mother-in-law said. It's not a short time. It wasn't an easy journey, until they were what they are today.

Kailla was still standing by the window as Pram walked out of the bathroom.

“What do you see?” whispered Pram, the two burly hands were already wrapped around his wife's waist. Hugging tightly, occasionally immersing his face in the hair of the original tied Kailla.

“Nothing. Are we going back here two, three or four,” Kailla said, still staring at the street under their apartment.

“One day we'll be back here. Both of them, when the children are older,” replied Pram, tightening his embrace.

“We leave now?” ask Pram.

“Iya.”

The man had already grabbed his wife's fur scarf lying on the bed. Help Kailla take her. Right about to grab the doorknob, Kailla suddenly hugged him from behind.

“I'm sorry. I love you, love you so much, Reynaldi Pratama.”

Speech warms the atmosphere, at a time when Vienna is being hit by winter.

“There will be no end to my apologies for you,”ucap Pram, rubbing Kailla's hand with a smile.

“Quite believe in my heart. My love is only for Kailla Riadi Dirgantara, not for any woman,” continued Pram.

***

To be continued

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Note: There is no conflict in Austria, preparing for a new conflict in Indonesia

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