The President's Wife

Chapter 133: Black bag or pink bag

The afternoon atmosphere in the backyard of the Reynaldi Pratama residence was quite hot. Green trees and plants do not provide enough oxygen, inferior to the sun that intercepts.

Kailla was accompanying her in-laws in the gazebo behind the house to enjoy the breeze of the blowing beach while eating the mango rojak made by Ibu Sari. Ibu Citra who still amazed to see every corner of the luxurious house his son was made even more astonished to see the small pier inhabited by yachts and jetski neatly lined, tossed uddy by the waves of the beach.

“It all belongs to Pram?” Ibu Citra asked, pointing to a means of transportation that floats in the water.

Not everyone, we only have two. Another one belonging to a neighbor of the house, Ma,” sahut Kailla, stuffed the sour young mango pieces into his mouth casually.

Mother Citra nodded, starting to feel at home living in her son's residence. Besides being comfortable, he can talk and do many things with Kailla. And most importantly, she can be close to her children and grandchildren.

“It's not acidic, Kai?” mother Citra asked, frowning, gulping.

“No, it's delicious,” says Kailla. Without stopping, put a piece of young mango into his mouth.

“Kai, which husband?” ask Mother Citra. Since returning from picking mangoes, she had not seen her son at all. Pram is like lost in the swallow of the earth.

“If Pram does not go to the office, it means he is working in his study, Ma,” Kailla said. Already memorized by the workaholic Pram habit.

“Always like that?” ask Mother Citra.

Back Kailla nodded. “Since then, Ma,” says Kailla.

“And you didn't protest, Kai?” ask Mother Citra, astonished.

“My husband works, why should I protest. Unless he goes to his young wife's house or doesn't come home, I'm on a rampage. I can cut the pet ,” sahut Kailla, still busy enjoying young mango.

Mother Citra shook her head. Not out of thought, how Pram misses his days. He knows Pram is hardworking, but he doesn't know that Pram's time is up for work.

“Kai, call Pram here. Mama should talk to him,” said Ibu Citra again.

Kaila said, hurrying into the house.

***

Pram was checking the emails David sent in the study. He was forced to work from home after Mother Citra nagged because Pram was too busy with his job so he ignored his wife and prospective children.

It all started from the desire of Kailla who always postponed Pram, making the old woman inflamed. And finally Pram decided to work from home all day.

Twice a tap on the door, making Pram distract from his laptop screen. The man in the casual suit, frowned guessing who would dare to disturb his work.

“Honey..,” Kailla's voice softly flowed from behind the door.

Like getting a lottery prize, Pram wanted to cheer when he heard the spoiled voice of his wife after a long time Kailla chose to silence him.

“Log in!” pinta Pram, pretend to be serious.

The door opened with a slow step. Before long, the corner of Pram's eyes caught a shadow of the feminine standing rigidly in front of his desk. It turns out that their relationship that had improved had not completely melted. Evident from the attitude of Kailla who still keeps her distance.

Before, every time he entered the study, Kailla would immediately approach and sit on his lap without permission. The little thing that is now something that she misses so much.

“What's up, Kai?” pram asked, focusing on the square screen before his eyes.

“Mama looking for you,” says Kailla, slow down.

“Tell mama, I still have a job,” said Pram, try fishing.

Kailla scowled, unwilling to go a step. Instead, he walked closer. From the front of the desk, he now turned to the side of the table, trying to persuade Pram.

“Come on, I don't want mama nagging anymore because she can't take you out of this room,”.

Pram smiled, closed the laptop and put it to the side of the table. He quickly grabbed Kailla's hand and led her to sit on her lap.

“You haven't sat here in a long time, you don't miss your place?” pram asked, his hands wrapped around Kailla's waist and locked on the stomach that had been seen coming out when his wife sat in this position.

“Come on, quickly meet mama. I don't want mama nagging again like that,” said Kailla, remembering the scolding of Ibu Citra when Pram was about to leave for the office.

“You are very afraid that mama is nagging, but I am more afraid that you are nagging,” Pram chirps, casually dropping her chin on Kailla's shoulder.

“Come on, don't be like this. How will mama get in?” kailla.

“Stay expelled out,” sahut Pram, chuckles.

“If it wasn't for mama, I'm sure you wouldn't have met me right?” tanya Pram. Looking at Kailla's face from the side, his wife still could not act ordinary. Still keep your distance and do not want to spoil with him.

“Colah Kai, don't be angry again yes,” woo Pram.

Kailla still did not answer.

“I saw your beloved brand launch the latest series bag. You want?” tawar Pram, grabbing the phone lying on the table, swiping with his right hand and showing a photo of the bag plastered on his phone screen.

“Do I buy this one? There is your favorite pink color,” asked Pram, repeating.

Kailla stared at the bag without blinking. If he obeyed his heart he wanted to nod, but his ego was still high. It was not so easy to give up on her husband.

“Alright, I have Stella order it for you. Which one do you want? The black one or the pink one?” pram asked, not discouraged.

Pram has contacted Stella via video call, putting her cell phone on the table so she and Kailla can talk to the secretary.

“Ste, please order a bag for my wife. I sent her a picture earlier. Please check!” pram's orders when his video link is connected to his secretary.

“Good sir,” said Stella, smiling to see her boss sitting on his wife's seat as usual.

“Impress for Kailla black color yes, Ste,” More Pram again, which is directly cut by Kailla.

“I want the pink, Ste,” said Kailla slowly, looking at Pram who was smiling at her.

“Order pink color. Immediately send to my house, Ste,” asserted Pram, turning off unilateral video calls.

The man returned to his wife, still struggling to soften her frozen heart. A month or so they're not together, he really misses Kailla's indulgence.

“You like it, Kai?” ask Pram, gently.

Kailla nodded.

“I wait for your thanks,” continued Pram again.

“Thank you,” said Kailla, making Pram chuckle.

“You haven't kissed me in a long time,” Pram whispered, exhaling coarsely in Kailla's ear.

“Kiss me now and I will obey all your wishes,” Pram said, smiling nosily.

“Really? All right then meet mama now,” Kailla said, turning around and kissing her husband's lips at a glance. A light and fleeting kiss, even Pram had not had a chance to feel it.

“Ah... why so soon. What can be repeated, Kai?” pinta Pram smiled.

“No. I've been following you. Come now meet mama,” pinta Kailla begs.

The man seemed to think. “Wait a minute. Tonight, have I been allowed to sleep in a room with you?” pram asked suddenly, taking advantage of this opportunity to take back his place.

After returning home from the hospital, Kailla refused a room with him. Pram can only hug Kailla when his wife is asleep.

With glaring eyes, Kailla said. “Don't you all this time, you also sneaked into the room quietly while I was asleep!” todong Kailla, pissed.

“So you know? And you pretended to sleep so you could feel my embrace right?” todong Pram, feel on the wind. The victory drum was flowing in his heart.

“No. Come, hurry. Meet mama now!” kailla's nagging started to get upset. Stand up and pull Pram's hand out of the study.

“Kai, wait. So later tonight we no longer need to separate beds, right?” ask Pram again, make sure. He's not feeling like this. Either way, he's gonna have to take down Kailla today.

“No! You stay asleep outside!” firmly Kailla, with bulging eyes.

***

Ms Citra who was waiting in the gazebo behind the house looked upset. Repeatedly looking towards the house, waiting for the appearance of Pram and Kailla. The frustration just disappeared when he saw Pram come out with his wife's hand.

“What's Ma? Why lookout for me?” pram asked, dropping his body on the chair.

“Someone wants you to talk about,” says Ibu Citra.

“Acts?” pram asked, turning to look at Kailla.

“Mother Citra nodded. “What's up, Ma?” ask Pram wonder.

“Can't reduce your work and focus more on Kailla's pregnancy,” said Ms. Citra, looking at her son and daughter-in-law sitting next to her.

“I don't mind Ma. I've been used to it since. Even daddy worked harder, until he didn't have time. At least Pram still comes back and goes home every night,” Kailla said, reasoned.

Kailla understood enough about her husband's work. He's never been anywhere anyway. Even if he had to leave, there was still an assistant accompanying him. Moreover, Pram's attention did not decrease in the least during this time. When she needs her husband, Pram will glide as fast as lightning.

“Oh, I guess what. I'll make it work. It just so happens that now David is going to Austria, so my work piles up,” Pram explained.

“Pity of your wife, Pram,” said Ibu Citra, remembering how she felt when her husband worked. And before long, her late husband went away for all eternity. There is regret in the heart of Mother Citra, because during marriage, they did not spend much time together.

“I'll try,” said Pram, smiling at Kailla.

“Ma, lately I'm busy in the office, can mama stay here for a while? Accompanying Kailla during my time at the office,” asked Pram smiling cunningly.

Pram hopes that the presence of Ibu Citra can make Kailla soften even more. However, Kailla could not possibly refuse him in front of the mother. At the very least, they would sleep together as long as his mother stayed at home.

***

To be continued

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