The President's Wife

Chapter 132: The end of the story of the mango tree

Black sports cars are speeding up to break up the crowds of the capital's roads. Repeatedly the man pressed his car horn, asking for a ride on another rider in the middle of a traffic jam. Not infrequently the handsome man should get a curse, the fruit of his impatience.

Almost forty-five minutes trapped in the bustle of the capital's streets, Pram finally could breathe a sigh of relief when his car entered the luxury residential gate with a view of a row of multi-storey houses estimated at tens of billions of rupiah. One of the lair of the sultans and crazy rich Jakarta.

And Pram can be proud to be one of the residents of the prestigious area, awarding his beloved wife a luxurious house with a view directly facing the sea in the north of Jakarta, complete with yacht facilities parked on the dock behind the house.

Although there is a price to be paid for it, the flood agenda is almost visited every year when the rainy season arrives. However, this house is the dream home of Kailla who dreamed since childhood to have a house on the beach.

The horn of the two-door sports car Pram was driving back screaming loudly, timidly in front of the gate of the house, evidence of the panic of the rider in it.

Before long, two security men in black uniforms, ran to open the door, smilingly bowing to his master.

The gate was not fully opened, Pram had already thrown his car in at high speed. Get out of the rush from the four-wheeled vehicle while shouting.

“SAM! BAY'S! RICKO!” call Pram, yell one by one, pass the name of his assistant.

The three ran away from the back of the house unprepared. Didn't expect Pram to be home at potential hours for a nap.

“What's the Boss?” ask Bayu.

“Eject chainsaw from warehouse, input to car. Gather all assistants, tell me to come with me!”

Without waiting any longer, Pram went into the house looking for his mother and father-in-law.

“Ma.” Pram called his mother, looking for the figure of the woman who had given birth to him.

“Kai,” call Pram again, when you step foot into his house.

Once set foot in the dining room, Pram passed by Mother Ida. The woman smiled, looking at Pram's panic.

“Non Kailla and her mother in the room, sir,” story Mother Ida, as if to understand what is on the mind of her master.

“Oh, has Kailla eaten? Already taking vitamins?” pram asked, glancing at his wrist.

Mother Ida shook her head. “Non Kailla to make chicken opor. Bu Sari is making it for her,” explained Ibu Ida.

“Please prepare Kailla lunch, put it in the lunch box. I'll take care of it,” Pram's orders.

Without waiting, the man ran to the room, to meet the two. I can't wait to see what my mom and dad did. Hurrying to open the door to his bedroom.

“Ma..” saya Pram when seeing Ibu Citra. The old woman was standing in front of the closet of her daughter-in-law's collection bag with great admiration.

“You're home, Pram?” ask Mother Citra.

“Where is it, Ma?” tanya Pram, circling the view down her bedroom.

“Your wife threw up again,” said Ms. Citra casually, pointing to the bathroom.

Hearing the mother's reply, Pram ran through the door of the unlocked bathroom.

“Darling, are you okay?” pram asked, approaching Kailla who was bowing in front of the sink, spewing out her entrails.

“I'm nauseous again,” whispered Kailla staring Pram from the mirror reflection, wiping her mouth, cleaning with tap water.

Seeing the limp Kailla no longer powered up after removing her entrails, making Pram not up to the heart.

“Sorry. Is it okay now?” pram asked, rubbing Kailla's back gently.

“Already,” sahut Kailla nodded.

Both corners of the Pram seedlings curve upward, deftly grabbing the tissue on the sink table and helping to wipe Kailla's wet lips.

“I'll take you picking mangoes. You can enjoy mango from the top of the tree directly. As you wish,” story Pram, smile.

Suddenly Pram gathered in front of Kailla, kissing his wife's stomach while whispering there.

“Daddy will grant your wishes. So do not bother mommy again,” said Pram, rubbing Kailla's stomach.

“Really?” kailla asked in disbelief. Didn't expect Pram to grant an unusual request.

“Yes, whatever's for you and our son,” said Pram, smiling.

***

Two cars were seen, walking in tandem out of Pram's residence. One car that Bayu drove, was boarded by assistants. The other car was driven by Pram himself with Kailla sitting next to Pram and Ibu Citra inhabiting the back seat, almost asleep.

Kailla's bright smile has never disappeared from her face since Pram said he was willing to grant her wish. Not long after, the car entered the ball field near the housing complex.

Ibu Citra, who had been silent since, immediately reacted when she saw mangoes hanging on a tree located on the edge of the field.

“How to pick it Pram?” Ibu Citra asked, confused to see a towering mango tree.

“Look at it later, Ma. My wife wants to pluck it herself from her tree.”

The car stopped, not far from the mango tree. The atmosphere of the field looks quiet, there are no children gathered, playing ball in the hot weather like this. Only a shepherd was seen accompanying the goat and her cow enjoying the green grass.

“Kai, wait here yes. Don't get out, stay in the car. The weather is hot,” command Pram, before stepping his feet out of the car.

The mature man was seen approaching one of the residents' houses not too far from the field. I don't know what Pram was looking for there. No one knows.

Almost fifteen minutes, Pram finally returned accompanied by an old father dressed in shabby batik who is still known as Kailla.

“The father of the mango tree,” exclaimed Kailla, opened the door and approached her husband.

“This is my wife cravings. You must still know him,” explained Pram, grabbed Kailla and held her.

“Why out? Here hot,” whispered Pram, pecking at the head of his wife.

The old man nodded and smiled. “Please sir, consider it a tree by yourself.”

Without wasting time, Pram immediately gave instructions.

“Bay! Sam! remove chainsaw!” pram's orders, on his three assistants who were crouching under a tree.

The three of them immediately moved, following Pram's orders. Taking out the cutting machine, cutting down the mango tree, making Kailla growl in disbelief.

“Pram!” bara shouted, getting out of the car with her sunglasses on. The handsome man was just about to leave for the office, but his eyes were fixed upon catching the familiar figure standing in the middle of the field.

“Bara?” sahut Pram. Didn't expect to meet his best friend here.

“What's so crowded?” tanya Bara, approached, opened her sunglasses and kept it in the pocket of the shirt.

“That!” sahut Pram, pointing towards his assistant who was busy cutting the mango tree, made a noise. Attracting people around to gather and watch what happens.

Bara frowned, still not understanding. However, he was quite happy to see Pram cut down the mango tree which had twice troubled him. Every pregnant wife always wants mango from this tree.

And now that she could calm down, at least if Bella was pregnant again, she would not need to be forced to climb this mango tree.

“I agree with your idea Pram. If necessary I will add an allowance for the father who claims to be the owner of this mango tree,”, said Kailla annoyed. Considering how he got bullied because of this mango tree.

“Kailla pregnant and cravings this mango,” Pram story, sontak make Bara terbahak.

“Really? Wah congratulations,” said Bara, patting Pram's arm.

“Don't expect this brat to be a mother any minute,” seductive Bara, smiling nosily at Kailla who still hugs her husband tightly.

In contrast to Kailla, instead she stared resentfully at the handsome man who liked to prank her.

“Indeed should be destroyed Pram. I totally agree. I don't know how many victims this mango tree has taken. How many husbands are forced by his wife who craves because of his existence,” Bara chirps, staring at a mango tree that will soon fall.

“Om, Bella has given birth?” ask Kailla, interrupt.

“Already. Why not go home?” ask Bara.

“Let me play there. Female or male again?” ask Kailla.

“Female,” says Bara.

“Wah, definitely as pretty as Bella,” Kailla chirps.

“No. This time is similar to me,” said Bara, chuckling.

“Ya.. must be annoying if like Om Bara,” continued Kailla stick out her tongue, sticky Bara.

“Kai, don't be.” Pram reminded.

“Pray that your baby does not look like you, does not make fun of you, Kai,” said Bara, do not want to lose.

“Honey, she's teasing me again!” gerutu Kailla, complain to Pram.

“Already, let it go,” said Pram, do not want to serve.

“Oh yes, Rania so college out of the country?” pram asked suddenly, considering a few days ago, Bara had asked where she was studying while in England.

“I don't know yet, Bella doesn't allow her daughter to go to college outside.”

“Iya, daughter. Why not just in Jakarta?” ask Pram wonder.

“The boy already has a girlfriend. Which makes me angry, her boyfriend is almost my age. Is there no other man anymore,” stories Bara, grunt annoyed.

“Serious?” tanya Pram was convincing.

“Yes, he did not dare to introduce me. Want me to break his girlfriend's leg!” nagel Bara, grabbed the sunglasses and put them back on.

“I'll say goodbye first. Every time I talk about Rania's boyfriend, I want to kill people it feels.” Bara said, stepping back into her car.

It still sounded faintly the man cursed.

“Breng’sek Matt! Can not his mother, his son was grazed too,” grumbled Bara.

***

After Bara left, Pram took Kailla back to the car. From the window glass, they could see Mother Citra who was asleep in the back seat.

“Honey, eat a little yes,” pinta Pram, reach for the lunch box that was prepared.

“I'm still upset, why did you cut down the tree. How I climbed it,” snorted Kailla.

“You can still climb it. Eat first a little,” persuade Pram, feed a spoonful of rice with opor sauce and a piece of chicken into his wife's mouth.

“It feels different, darling,” complained Kailla, still can not accept.

“You're pregnant, I can't let you climb it. Most importantly, you can pluck the fruit directly from the tree, can also sit on the tree. I've brought Mother Ida to help peel it off. You can eat the mango directly from the top of the tree until satisfied,” explained Pram, smiling.

The sound of a fallen mango tree shocked everyone there, including the sleeping Mother Citra. Pram and Kailla immediately got down from inside the car to take a close look.

“Honey, please climb your mangosteen tree,” said Pram pointed to a tree that had fallen not far from the three assistants who were still exhausted.

“All mangoes are yours. I've paid dearly for all this,” continued Pram smiled.

Kaila froze in place holding back the upset, but in the end with her three assistants and Mother Ida, Kailla plucked the entire mango from her tree until satisfied. Smiling at Pram.

“You like?” ask Pram, walk over.

Kailla nodded.

“If you are satisfied, get in the car immediately. Weather outside hot. Mama just chose to sit in the car,” said Pram.

A basket full of mangoes from a fallen tree was taken home by Pram, on guard when Kailla wanted it, she did not need to get dizzy anymore.

***

To be continued

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