The President's Wife

Chapter 111: Complaining to Mom

“Meet her again?” tanya Pram tried to hold back his anger and strengthen his patience. The hand was clenched, dangling on the left and right sides of his body. With lips clenched, trying to resist the emotions mixed with jealousy.

“I accidentally met her, instead of accidentally meeting her,” Kailla said, venturing to look at her husband. Little does not accept the sentence Pram, who accuses him of deliberately meeting Ditya. Though since their last fight, Kailla had never met Ditya at all.

Pram sighed. Trying to suppress the emotions that had been burning in his chest. His gaze decreased, staring at the shopping bag held by his wife.

“Draws!” pram's orders, raise his hand. Hoping for a firm voice is enough to make Kailla understand and obey.

“What is it? You bought what?” tanya Pram.

“I don't like being forced!” reject Kailla, with a defiant face. Not the slightest fear was on his face.

“I am innocent. I didn't make a deal to meet him. I ti...”

“I don't want to argue with you here, Kai. Follow me!” cut Pram, grab his wife's hand.

Pram had already pulled the hand of his rebellious wife. Dragging Kailla, forcing her to follow in her footsteps. Maybe now he should be more assertive. The more days, Kailla grew more and more courageous to refute. Either have to use a way especially to resuscitate his wife.

“I don't want to!” Kaila threw out her husband's hand, rushed away and dodged Pram.

That hand nimbly took out the phone from his black sling bag. He had to call Sam immediately to bring him home. For now, she did not want to go home with her angry husband.

Just when the phone was connected to Sam, from the back Pram had taken over his phone.

“Cute me! Who else to call? It seems like all this time I've been less strict with you!” nagel Pram's. The man stood face to face with his wife.

“Restore my phone!” pinta Kailla, start to get annoyed.

“No! I will confiscate your phone to an unspecified time limit!” firmly Pram, walk ahead.

“We go to mama's house. I can no longer stand your attitude. I need to complain about your behavior to her. All this time, you have always complained about my behavior. Now he should know, how late his daughter is.”

“I don't want to. What the fuck!” kailla.

“I'm tired of having to argue with you, Kai. Follow me!” pram's orders, clutching Kailla's hand tightly. He did not let his wife rebel.

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The black sedan car that Bayu was driving was seen entering the toll. The weather in Jakarta is hot, burning two human children who throw their eyes and close their mouths. The two sat on different sides, trying to keep their distance so that there was no physical contact.

Pram who sits on the right side of the passenger seat, has started to be ordinary. His tension and irritation rushes began to evaporate with the car cooler which could dampen the heat of his emotions.

And Kailla, the stubborn one who would not budge, sat on the left side of the passenger seat. Lean on the window glass, enjoy the view on the outskirts of the toll road that is not too clear, because Bayu take the fast lane lane lane.

It took a little longer to arrive at the elite cemetery located in the outskirts of Jakarta. They were stuck in traffic on several highways. Once at the entrance, they were greeted by friendly smiles of security fathers. Green grass with trees on the left and right of the road has been waving, allowing guests to visit.

The lavish cemetery, which is equipped with a helipad, with the beauty of a flower garden, is very familiar to Kailla and Pram. Almost every month they visit here for twenty-four years. Since Kailla still does not understand anything, still carried by Mother Sari or Mother Ida, Pramlah who always took her to visit the grave of the mother. And in this place, usually Kailla and Pram complain.

The car stopped not far from a stretch of grass with the headstone lying down. Pram chooses to get off first, so make sure Kailla sleeps in the car.

“Bay, drop Kailla,” Pram's message, before stepping towards her mother-in-law's grave.

Mama-in-law whose age is not much different from her is only a few years adrift. The mother-in-law who was called Rania during her life. However, since there was Kailla, Pram chose to call aunty, but since marriage, Pram called her a mama like Kailla.

“Ran, I came to complain about your daughter,” Pram said, the man was already sitting in front of the belly button. On the green grass by locking both knees. Pram's relaxed and comfortable position after all this time must keep his gourd in front of Kailla.

After so many years, he finally called back with a call when the woman who was now only left behind the tombstone was still alive.

“Why should lower the nature of your bitch to him. He was exactly like you,” complained Pram, saying rudely for the first time. The anger has made him out of control.

“If Riadi and I don't keep her this tight, she'll be the same fate as you. Ends in the arms of many men. Why is she so easily seduced, why is she so easily touched with just a little attention,” continued Pram.

“You know, I can't stand it. I want it to feel back to you guys, but where should I drop him,”ucap Pram smiled. Given that both of his parents-in-law, one had died, the other had been in a coma for nearly four years.

“If you can be honest, I'm tired. He's so loud. Is this because he escaped death several times even since inside your stomach, until the rebellious soul decreased in his nature.”

“Is this an effect because she has to survive alone while in your womb. When no one wants his presence in the world. He's really hard to set up,” complained Pram.

Two drops of free-falling tears from the eye now begin to frown at both corners. Pram's stiff smile is turned back, as his mind returns to the past.

“You're laughing at me aren't you?” pram asked, changing his sitting position to cross-legged.

“If I don't beg you to keep him, maybe my life is quiet now. Let him fight with the pills pemugur gynec,” Pram said, shedding tears.

Since then, Kailla's identity has been disguised. The baby, who was in Rania's custody, reportedly died on the spot with his mother.

Kailla's been under guard since childhood. No one knows Kailla is Riadi Dirgantara's daughter. Just like Pram, Kailla is only an adopted child, although DNA test results suggest Riadi is her biological father.

However, later Kailla's identity was revealed and culminated in a kidnapping. There Pram had to lose his son. The struggle for treasure that has no end. Even today, Pram believes the enemy is still lurking the life of his wife, maybe even his son.

Pram was pensive on the spot, looking at the tombstone with a look full of sadness. Until someone hugged his shoulder from behind, without excuse and so suddenly.

“Darling, I'm sorry. I honestly, accidentally met her,” whispered Kailla, in the ear of her husband. Kiss after kiss was sprinkled on the cheeks wet by tears.

“You're crying?” ask Kailla wonder.

“You're seriously complaining to mama?” ask Kailla again.

“Iya, so that mama knows her daughter's behavior. How dare she like another man, while her husband is still breathing smoothly,” grumbled Pram.

“I just like it as much as I like the Korean opa-opa,” said Kailla defended herself.

“Wait for me to take my life, then I can like another man,” continued Pram, turning to his wife. Eyes glared, wishing his wife a whim, but Kailla was still Kailla. Not to be afraid of anger, Kailla would only be weak with gentleness.

“You're seriously complaining about my badness to mama?” ask Kailla again.

“Beu asks to issue a flower arrangement in the trunk of the car,” Pram orders, reluctant to answer his wife's unimportant question, gently pats Kailla's arm that is holding her tightly. The man was still sitting on a stretch of green grass, wiping the marks of tears that had not dried properly on his cheeks.

Before long, Kailla had already returned with a bouquet of red roses in her hand as Pram got up from her seat. Pat his pants gently, before walking and resting on the side of the tombstone with his wife.

“Ma, I will be graduating in a few days,” Kailla's story after putting the flower arrangement near the headstone.

“I..”

“Kai, I'm waiting in the car,” cut Pram suddenly. The man had already walked towards his parked car, giving room for Kailla to sigh.

Just dropping his body on the car seat, the tip of his eye caught the presence of a shopping bag containing a jewelry box lying resignedly on the car seat. Without opening, Pram pocketed the jewelry box and asked Bayu to throw his outer bag into the trash.

“Bay, just say don't know if Kailla asked about her jewelry box,” Pram command.

“Any Boss!”

It appears that Pram took the phone out of his hand, contacting David via a video call.

“Dave, please arrange my meeting with Ditya Halim Hadinata, tomorrow,” Pram command shortly after her assistant's face appears on her phone screen.

“Good President,” David said.

“Free my schedule until Kailla graduates,” Pram orders again.

“Good, President.”

“Please contact my lawyer. There are some assets that I have to switch ownership and regarding my new company, make sure everything is in order before the end of the month,” continued Pram again.

Just as the call was interrupted, Kailla opened the car door and showed off her most beautiful smile. As if no problem had happened before.

“Darling, I'm hungry,” Kaila shootout, leaning spoiled on Pram's shoulder as usual. After complaining, she forgot about her quarrels and disputes with her husband.

“What do you want to eat?” pram asked, clutching Kailla's shoulder and clutching her body.

“I want to eat meatballs,” says Kailla as usual. Her favorite food has never changed.

“Good. Bay, take your Nyonya wherever she wants,” pinta Pram again, directly nugget Bayu. The man was ready at the wheel.

“My waist hurts, my stomach is cramping,” complained Kailla with her promise, playing the top button of Pram's black shirt that has been detached from her tie for some time.

“How can that be?” pram asked astonishedly, this time helping rub his wife's stomach.

“Maybe I squatted too long in my mama's grave,” Kailla said, the pointy index end of it leads out the window.

“Still sick?” pram asked again, after almost fifteen minutes of wiping there, and Kailla did not make a sound.

“Hmmm, I'm going to bed. I'm tired. Please wake me up, when it gets to the meatballs,” Kailla muttered.

“Capek!?!” Pram chuckled, digesting the tired word Kailla meant. All the way to his wife's funeral was fast asleep. Just woke up a few minutes ago, suddenly complaining tired.

“Ya is asleep,” says Pram, laugh. Squeeze his embrace.

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To be continued

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