The President's Wife

Chapter 129: Happy Mother Image

“Mama don't make Kailla tired. My wife was pregnant with our twin babies,” Pram smiled, looking at Kinar and his mother with happy twinkles.

Mother Citra was stunned, almost unsure of her own hearing. The clanking of spoons and forks that escaped from the clutches hit the ceramic plate, finally resuscitated the old woman again.

“The bad boy is already pregnant,” great-grandson Mother Citra.

“Yes, how many times do I have to repeat it. My wife is pregnant, Kailla is pregnant,” firmly Pram with her happy face.

Plakk!

Back Pram gets the punch reward. His sitting position right next to Ibu Citra made his mother freely repeatedly hit him, expressing his happiness.

“Ma!”

“It hurts!” keluh Pram with a spoiled accent, rubbed his arm that was hit by Mother Citra in a row.

The shocked face turned bright. His happy aura was not much different from that of the son. Each vying to carve a beautiful smile on the face.

“How many months has it been?” ask Ibu Citra enthusiastically. Finally, she could have a grandchild. There is no need to give in anymore when the neighboring mothers of his house show off their grandchildren. He could even show off two grandchildren at once.

“Eight weeks,” says Pram, excited about Kailla's pregnancy.

“Hah?! Eight weeks means two months.” Ibu Citra was again aghast mixed with annoyance.

“Yes God, Pram..”

“You're missing! Only now you tell mama,” complained Mother Citra, nodding her head.

“Serious if Kailla is pregnant with twins?” ask Mother Citra again.

Pram nodded.

“Ckckck, my son-in-law is amazing,” praise Ibu Citra.

“Ma, don't I also contribute?” ask Pram who has not been considered since.

“You are not much,” said Mother Citra laughed disparagingly. The old lady's happiness seemed real.

The shinar who sat before the mother and the child only listened in his silence. He was not even a little bit involved in the conversation. Not even interested. Tucked into unfounded jealousy upon hearing news of Kailla's pregnancy.

“Congratulations, Mas,” said Kinar, stale in the end, keeping his disappointed meetings. The girl interjected in the middle of the conversation Mother Citra and Pram.

“Thanks,” says Pram sober, look no. For Pram, it is not important to congratulate Kinar.

Mother Citra gasped, only to realize the presence of Kinar among them. There was a hint of sadness in the midst of his happiness. It was not that he did not know, Kinar still had the same taste in his son.

“Kinar, please prepare a clean plate for Pram,” pinta Ibu Citra, realize surely his son has not had lunch.

The woman complied, rushing to the kitchen to prepare a plate complete with her spoon and fork. Not long after, he had reappeared and invited the handsome man who was still filling his heart.

For four years Kinar had the same feeling. In fact, he had fallen in love with Pram, before knowing that Pram's son was Citra's mother. He liked Pram at first sight, when the man appeared at the door of the house, four years ago, in Bali.

“Mama is not shopping with Kailla. He should not be tired,” said Ibu Citra, since then he did not stop talking. The raving continues like a train. Sometimes he asked, but he finally answered. Even Pram was not given the chance to open his mouth.

“Tell Kailla, no need to go anywhere. My mom will buy all her needs. What's your daughter-in-law going to eat? Kailla needs something?” ask Mother Citra, excited.

“Already Ma. Kailla needs nothing,” said Pram, feeding a spoonful of rice and side dishes into her mouth.

Ms. Citra who just spent half of her lunch was seen getting rid of her plate. Too much fun, his stomach was full for a while.

“Kailla cravings something?” ask Mother Citra, ask again.

“No. Eh. he wants mangoes,” sahut Pram, relax.

“You've got mango?” ask Mother Citra again.

Pram just shook his head, while feeding a spoonful of rice and broccoli sprouts into his mouth. Just now that the rice and vegetables went into the mouth, Ibu Citra had hit Pram back. Firmer than ever, the rice and vegetables slide into the throat without chewing.

“Uhuk..uhuk!” Pram coughed.

Kinar who sat in front, stood up and offered a glass of water.

“This Mas,” said Kinar softly.

Without saying much, Pram snatched the glass from Kinar's hand to finish it up the toilet. Even in a hurry, Pram had touched the girl's hand accidentally. Makes the Kinar soar into the air. Just an accidental touch is enough to make him happy.

“Bolder son. Your wife wants mangoes only you can't get them. What kind of husband are you, Pram!” nagel Ibu Citra, upset.

“Imagine first how your papa struggles while mom is pregnant.” Mother Citra said, her mind goes back to the past.

“Indeed mom cravings what?” pram asked, frowning. At least knowing more about pregnant women, Pram has more references to face Kailla going forward.

“Entai why, the man in the armour looks handsome,” continued Ibu Citra.

“Then?” ask Pram curious.

“Your father is not a brewokan. Luckily there are papa office employees who have that criterion. So mama can wipe her brewokan,” said Ms. Citra recalled the crazy thing she had done while pregnant first.

Deg—

Pram gulps. Unimagined, if Kailla wanted something like that, would she be able to take it. Her chest allows Kailla to touch other men besides herself.

“Oh yes, from now on mama will often go to your house to accompany Kailla. All of you make sure your grandchildren are okay,” said Ibu Citra. A smile has never escaped her lips since Pram informed her of Kailla's pregnancy.

“As for mama,” said Pram, staring at Kinar, as if asking for the understanding of his mother if he does not allow Kinar to come to meet Kailla.

“Mama understands, Pram,” says Ibu Citra. I understand the meaning of his son's gaze.

“Kailla nausea and vomiting?” ask Mother Citra.

“Yes, and it's terrible. Not much food can get into his stomach. He can't smell the fish.”

“Kinar, tomorrow morning to market. Cook a lot for your daughter-in-law. Listen to what Pram said. Don't cook fish for my son-in-law,” ask Mom Citra.

“Iya Ma.” Kinar answered briefly.

“Tomorrow Yes Pram. Mama to your house,” said Ibu Citra, excited.

“Iya. Most importantly mama didn't teach Kailla the weird cravings,” Pram chirps.

The cheerful face of Mother Citra turned sullen. “What do you mean?” asked Ibu Citra, back upset.

“You think that pregnant woman could intentionally have weird cravings. It was baby-created, Pram,” explained Ms. Citra.

“That's if you are pregnant and crave someone else's wife, different again if my wife,” replied Pram, do not want to lose.

“If Kailla is different herself, Ma. 30% is the desire of the baby, 70% is the desire of the baby's mommy,” Pram explained laughing.

It's not that he doesn't understand what Kailla's character is. Even he knew clearly, the desire of Kailla who wanted to climb the mango tree was more to the ego and the desire to find his attention.

***

Bentley GT Continental Pram's favorite into the yard of the house, when the moon was out of the contest. He was forced to break his promise to Kailla to return home quickly. The office work was endless, forcing the man past his dinner hour.

Luckily, Kailla understood. Not getting angry or irritated every time he comes home for the night to finish his job. Maybe this is one of Kailla's advantages.

While other wives will nag if her husband works hard all the time. Kailla has a thousand patience and understanding for all the Pram jobs that drain energy and time. Even Kailla never protested when Pram had to give up his weekend vacation by staying in office.

Pram squinted his tired eyes, stepped foot down from the car. His gaze was fixed on Kailla who was standing on the terrace looking at the dark.

“Kai, you haven't slept?” pram asked astonishedly, glancing at the rolex on the wrist, exposed because of the sleeves of the shirt that was rolled up to the elbow. Time has shown at nine o'clock.

The man's face looked tired, walking with his random appearance. Carry a suit that is not hanging where it should be. The shuntai steps with my eyes resist fatigue, hunger and drowsiness all at once. That's the current state of Pram.

Kailla. As usual, it still fosters quarrels by silencing her husband.

Pram stopped his footsteps right in front of Kailla, embracing the sculpting body without permission. The kiss landed on his forehead, cheeks and ended on Kailla's lips. Pram's sweet treatment was covered with a kiss in Kailla's stomach

Since Kailla was pregnant, the man added new habits. Always say goodbye or greet the babies every encounter or separation with the wife. Hugging and kissing his wife, Pram seemed to regain his energy. All the tired, hungry and sleepy that gnawed at his body disappeared already.

“Kai, why are you still here? We go inside. It's night, you catch a cold,” take Pram.

Kailla was still silent, staring deeply. From the outside, Sam appeared with a smile.

“No Non, the seller of noodles tek-teknya not selling today,” Sam explained suddenly.

Pram who was still hugging Kailla's waist, was shocked.

“You want fried noodles?” tanyanya, frowning. Imagine the strange thing about what else his wife wants.

Pram knows, his wife is not simple, even when pregnant, this woman in his arms will choose the most complicated things and make her head throb.

***

To be continued

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