The President's Wife

Chapter 131: Roll from the entrance

“Bigger! Just become an assistant you have a big head, how about you become President director!” omel Ibu Citra's.

Sam's nosy soul was immediately called upon upon hearing Mother Citra's statement. Although he was not too close to this master mother of his, but it did not in the least lessen his guts to prank the old woman standing with fiery eyes ready to burn him.

“If I am President, the Madam I fired first. Elegant and honorable women like this Madam do not deserve to shout, should speak softly and softly,” explained Sam bravely. Not a little trembling.

“Sam, don't be so,” whispered Bayu, nudging Sam's shoulder slowly.

“Quietly,” sahut Pram also whispered.

Among all the assistants that Pram hired, arguably the most daring Sam to refute and turn back his employer's remarks. Not without reason, he is the golden child of Kailla, his beloved assistant. For Sam's sake, Kailla will risk herself.

In addition, unbeknownst to anyone, Pram has placed a heavy burden on Sam's shoulders to look after Kailla and her children one day if Pram can't be on Kailla's side. Sam is Pram's confidant. Pram knows all about Sam to his deepest side. How the loyalty that had been covered by Sam was behind his nosy and rancid attitude.

All about Ditya, Pram gets his information from Sam. Even how Kailla felt about the man, Sam reported everything to her without being missed in the slightest, even Sam recorded all the conversations of Kailla and Ditya.

“You!!” Ibu Citra could only point at Sam with her finger while holding back her annoyance, unable to do much to vent it.

Ibu Citra is still annoyed endless with the brave attitude of Sam. It was visible from his sharp gaze, as if it was going to swallow the assistant round and round.

Sam who was stared at like that waltzed leisurely. Instead, he was brain-twisting when he saw the old woman driver carrying so many things.

“Pak, it's food all?” whispered Sam, standing in line with the driver.

Driver Mother Citra nodded.

“Let me take him in,” Sam said, extending his hand, taking over two large bags from the driver's hand.

Before long, Kailla with her happy face appeared from behind the giant-sized main door, turning the gaze of Mother Citra, Sam and Bayu to her instantly.

“Mama!” screeches, hugging his mother-in-law tightly.

“Bad boy!” exclaimed Mother Citra after releasing her embrace. The old hand was directed to rub the belly of Kailla who began to form small circles like a fullness person. There is a sense of haru ambushed his heart, imagining there are Pram children who develop there. There was a Primary lineage in the womb of his son-in-law.

“They're fussy?” mother Citra asked, smiling back to look at her daughter-in-law.

“Slightly,” said Kailla, clutching her arms and allowing Ms. Citra into her house.

The woman in a batik blouse suit and cloth pants was flabbergasted to see the interior in her son's house so luxurious and magnificent. Since entering the yard of the house, he had been amazed to see the outside appearance of Pram's house, but once in his admiration increased.

“Wah, home is beautiful Kai!” he said slowly, spreading his gaze around. Pram house with giant pillars and a modern classic touch. The impression of luxury that is emblazoned with the selection of classy materials.

“Come, I'll take mama around. This is all Pram who designs with his team according to my taste. Mama likes?” ask Kailla.

Mother Citra nodded. His footsteps stopped, frozen in place.

“Kai,” call Ibu Citra slowly.

“You know how lucky you are to be loved by Pram. Not all women have the chance to get the love of my son so amazing. I know clearly how my son, his loyalty need not be doubted,” stressed Ibu Citra, suddenly discussing Pram.

Kailla was surprised, glancing at her in-laws in wonder. “Ma,” call it quietly in a flat tone.

“I leave Pram to you,” said Ibu Citra, grabbing Kailla's hand, clutching her tightly.

Kailla did not have time to answer, from behind they suddenly heard a loud voice. Like a giant falling object. The father-in-law and son-in-law turned around.

“Sam!!” kailla shouted in shock as she closed her mouth, making sure what happened.

His beloved assistant fell down, hit and kissed the floor. Not until there, which made Kailla and Ibu Citra gaped in disbelief as they stared at the tragic sight before their eyes.

Rantang food that is in the package, which is fortified Sam mess littering the floor.

Spill of mixed food sauce, absorbing on marble floor. Cooked multicolored vegetables, messy mess. Even a piece of yellowish-colored chicken thigh that was far away from her friend, was thrown nearly two meters away from the scene of the crime. Landed smooth near Kailla's feet.

“Ma-sorry,” hiss Sam stammered, when it was standing back. Looking at the mixed food spill, pretending to regret the incident he deliberately did.

“Sam!!! kailla shouted, staring sadly at the spillage of her favorite opor. I think he wants to cry.

“Already Kai, later mama will ask Kinar to cook it again for you,” entertain Mother Citra, pat Kailla on the back.

“This is my favorite food,” great-granddaughter Kailla squatted down, looking at the chicken thigh piece near her feet with an indescribable look.

Ibu Citra, who had been upset with Sam since the beginning, was now more upset. Take out his cell phone, complain to his son about Sam's behavior.

“Kai, already. Later Kinar will cook again for you,” entertain Ibu Citra. Had been surprised by Kailla's overreaction just because of the spilled opor. Ibu Citra is quite familiar with the emotions of Kailla who is pregnant and very sensitive. A normal woman's emotions can go up and down during pregnancy, let alone an extraordinary woman like her daughter-in-law, must be more difficult to guess her emotions.

“Ayo, we invite the driver to buy mangoes,” persuaded Ibu Citra, reminded of Kailla's wishes that have not been fulfilled.

Kailla.

“Pram hasn't met your request yet right? Come on, mama alone gave it to you,” icap Ibu Citra makes Kailla excited.

“Mama sure? Pram told me that tomorrow week he'd take me picking mangoes,” Kailla said.

“No need to wait for sunday. That kid, just mangoes should use the schedule. Especially if you crave peaches, dates. Can die standing him!” namel Ibu Citra, upset

“What's the trouble, the wife just asks for mango.” Back Mother's emotions image provoked.

Ibu Citra had already grabbed Kailla's hand, taking her daughter-in-law out to meet her driver. Sam who knew clearly sat down his case, ran chasing frantically.

“Tung-wait!” prevent Sam, as Kailla climbs a tree and Pram knows nothing. That man will be angry.

“What should not ask permission with Mr. Pram first, Non,” suggested Sam, trying to find safe. It is impossible to also refute Mother Citra.

“Okay, I forgot. It's better that way,” said Ibu Citra. Intentions that had been forgotten, resumed. Contacting Pram who is busy in his office.

Pram who was holding a meeting, immediately received a call when the device on his desk creaked, rubbing against the wooden table.

“What's Ma?” pram asked, rushing out of the room, gluing the flat object in his sense of hearing.

“Mama is at your house. Your wife is crying, mom will ask her to pick the mango she wants.”

Of course Pram was surprised, hurriedly the man refused. “Ma, don't go anywhere, stay there,” firmly Pram.

“Your wife wants mango. What a hard thing Pram!” todong Ibu Citra's.

“Mango fruit only, have to wait for the schedule. How busy until a little thing like this, your child and wife are asked to wait!” todong Ibu Citra was upset.

Pram has not had time to refute, his mother has continued the next spray.

“If it is so difficult, let mama alone fulfill it,” press Ibu Citra again, do not give the opportunity Pram talk.

“This is because of your beloved assistant. It's never been rumored, so big heads. Make fun. She dropped all the dishes I brought, and your wife cried,” explained Ms. Citra.

Pram was stunned, smiling, hearing Sam's incredible performance report. It felt like giving Sam the ultimate credit for his hard work today. Instead Mother Citra, at this time the old woman seemed to think hard, how to make Pram issue permission for her and Kailla. The only way is to dramatize the situation so that Pram is satisfied.

“Kailla isn't just crying Pram. Your little wife, you know for yourself when she wants something like what she's doing,” attacked Mother Citra back, really did not give Pram a chance to say no.

“Kailla why else, Ma?” pram asked, starting to worry.

“Crying, sulking, now on a rampage, rolling and rolling from the front door all the way to the kitchen, just for the sake of having my mom take her picking mangoes.”

“Ma.” Kailla interrupts as soon as her in-laws surprise Pram with exaggerated sentences.

“Sttttt, the child needs to be given an electric shock, otherwise like this, he will assume your request is like the wind. In the left ear, out again. Through it no,” said Ibu Citra, closing the device with both palms so that Pram could not listen to his words.

“Pram, just imagine your house as big as this, do you not pity to see it roll like that. Mama really can't resist it, Pram,” said Ibu Citra , resuming her sentence.

Deg— Pram sculpts where he stands, thinks and weighs.

“Do not go anywhere, I will go home now. Don't try to leave without me!” press Pram, run back into the meeting room, to ask David for permission.

He could not take his mother's bluff lightly, even though he knew what the real events were like. Ibu Citra is as loud as his wife, every speech is never messing around. Not even reluctant to join the climb to fulfill the wishes of Kailla who said she was craving. Unimagined by Pram when the two women climb the mango tree.

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To be continued

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Next chapter, there is a brother Bara ya chat with Om Pram under a mango tree fruiting watermelon.