The President's Wife

Chapter 14: Uncovered

Pram is still trying to persuade his wife. By caressing and hugging. However, Kailla had to keep her courtesy to her mother. Although Pram's mother's attitude can not be said to be good.

“I beg you, if you appreciate me as your husband. Please don't mess with my mama. Surgaku, our paradise is on the soles of his feet,” whispered Pram already almost crying saying it.

Deg—

Kailla. Pram's words hit his heart. Slowly release Pram's embrace. He hesitantly stepped forward, approaching the mother-in-law.

“Ma...,” call her slowly, kiss Mom Citra's hand.

Mother Citra immediately looked at her son who was standing not too far from the son-in-law. Pram's gaze was begging. As a mother, there was a hint of heartlessness in her heart. He eventually relented, albeit by force.

“Alright, what was your name earlier?” mother Citra asked, trying to smile after Kailla let go of her hand.

“Kai...” Kailla could not continue her words, Pram interrupted her words.

“Kailla.. his name is Kailla, Ma,” cut Pram, precede answering a question addressed to his wife.

“Come with Pram to the house. Anyway, you are my son-in-law, his wife Pram,” said Ibu Citra, trying to be calmer than before.

“No. Kailla will never set foot into mama's house.” Pram said firmly.

“Until I saw my mother really sincerely bless her,” continued Pram, pulling out Kailla's hand and hiding her behind her burly back.

“Pram.. She's your wife, meaning she's also my daughter.” said Ms. Citra smiled.

“He's my wife. And it has become my duty and responsibility to protect and protect it from people who want to hurt him,” Pram said making Ms Citra stroke her chest.

“Pram..! Delayed you Pram,” said Ibu Citra, annoyed at the words of her son.

“Includes Mama,” continues Pram, reaffirms.

“Kai, back to the car. I have something to talk to my mom,” pinta Pram, turned to look at his wife who was squeezing the end of her suit.

Pram knew that at this moment Kailla was confused, angry and afraid. Whatever happens, he is the only one most responsible for all the discomfort Kailla feels.

Kailla was just about to leave, but Pram had already grabbed her arm first.

“Kai, farewell to Mama,” pinta Pram, smile.

Kailla looked at Pram in wonder. Does not understand the purpose and purpose of Pram. Her husband clearly knew that his mother did not like him. But Pram still asks Kailla to be sweet in front of the mother.

“Kai, saying goodbye does not mean justifying what mama did,” pinta Pram.

However, Pram does not want Kailla to look wrong in front of her mother. As much as possible he had to look after and educate his wife to be polite to the older ones, let alone her mother. Despite the harsh and haughty nature of her mother, she wants Kailla to do the same.

“Ma, I say goodbye,” said Kailla slowly, for a moment she stared at Kinar who smiled at her.

Kinar had chosen to be silent and not to interfere. He was just an outsider who happened to enter the Citra and Pram Mother families.

“Iya..,” said Ms. Citra, trying to restrain her ego.

Pram smiled looking at the back of Kailla who was walking away.

“Pram, Mama doesn't need to talk too much. You yourself know, she deserves or does not become your wife,” said Ibu Citra, sighing. Looking at the Kinar standing beside him.

“How did Mama get here?” ask Pram.

“To find out about my son. Whatever I can do,” replied Ibu Citra.

“Mama has eaten?” ask Pram again. Diverting the conversation that could be certain would end in a long debate.

“Already, Mama is tired. Mama wants to go home.”

“Alright, where is the car parked?” tanya Pram, taking over the duties of Kinar who had earlier guided Ibu Citra.

“Mas.”'s Pana Kinar helps answer.

After bringing Mother Citra into his car, Pran returned to meet Kailla. His wife was pouting and crying in the car.

“Kai..,” call Pram, when you're sitting next to Kailla.

Kaila threw her face away, not looking at her husband. He shifted his seat away from Pram, leaning his head against the car window.

Pram chuckles, not trying to force his wife who really needs space and place to vent her frustration.

“I'm sorry, tonight I will tell you everything,” Pram said, grabbing and holding Kailla's hand and taking her to his lap.

“I don't want to talk to you!” sahut Kailla ketus.

“No need to seduce!” grouse Kailla. Pulling back his hand.

“Hahaha... You can punish me later Kai,” said Pram, choosing to lean on the chair and close his eyes.

Little relieved. The secret that he had been covering up all this time began to open up. Although Kailla was still angry, but at least she could calm down a little.

***

The car that was driven by Bayu had entered the yard of the house. Looks Kailla down while grabbing her backpack and snorting annoyedly.

From a distance, Sam and Ricko were chatting on the porch of the house. While enjoying hot coffee and fried tofu, made by Bu Sari.

“Rick, you go home,” Sam chirps, when you see Kailla get off the car with a pouting face.

“Duck fuck Sam!” chirped Ricko.

“Lah, it is not that you have been waiting for his widow Pak Pram,”, Sam said.

“But you Sam! Sounds Mr. Pram, I could-may stay name.”

“Why else is it?” ricko asked, looking at Kailla who was walking while stomping her feet violently.

“The fight is the same Mr. Pram,” said Sam who can guess.

“Why Non?” sam asked, as Kailla was sitting next to him. Kailla wiped the sweat on her neck with the back of her hand.

“Main is so hot ya Non, until the remembrance of a grain of corn,” Sam asked again, chuckling.

“Lack of you Sam!”kailla's nagging, pounding Sam's arm.

“I'm annoyed Sam.” Kaila said softly, her gaze looking forward. From the fence hole of his house, he could see the sea water that was rippling small.

“K Regret why Non?” ask Sam.

“My husband has had a mama all this time,” Kailla said, bowed lethargic.

“Lah..! Must have Non. Indeed all this time Non kira, Pak Pram shoots from bamboo pohom,” Sam said with his origin.

“Sam, I'm serious. I was known by his mother,” said Kailla, sighing. As if the problems he faced were too severe.

“Wah! Happy Non. Finally Non has a mother-in-law too,” said Sam, grabbing Kailla's hand that dangled limp and regretted it.

“I'm serious Sam. Not as I imagined.”

“Why Non?” Sam asked.

“His name is more terrible than mine, Sam!” kailla said, demonstrating a tiger that was about to pounce.

“Hah!” Sam stared at Ricko while shaking his head.

“Tiger is available! I can imagine Non,” said Sam laughed loosely.

“Quiet Non, you have Sam. I'll get rid of him if he troubles you!” comfort Sam patting his chest, trying to calm Kailla down.

Long time they were silent. Just looking straight ahead, with each other's thoughts. Ricko occasionally steals a look at Kailla sitting right next to him, and Sam occasionally sighs. Only Kailla remained silent until she was bowed.

“Non, come with me. It's been a long time since we've made madness!” take Sam, break the silence.

Kailla thought for a moment, before finally nodding.

“Yes..!” sahut Kailla's. It is better to throw away all the grumbling, than to keep thinking about it.

Sam had already grabbed Kailla's hand, running towards the car.

“Later , before Pak Pram gets home, we should have already reached home!” sam reminded me.

Kailla nodded, laughing loosely. “Ricko?”

“Let it be, if Mr. Pram comes home suddenly, at least Ricko can be an easy target for the old tiger,” said Sam, giggling. Imagining Ricko who was standing with a tense face because of Pram's damprat.

The most common condition he experienced first. But that was then, now Pram no longer dares to nag him anymore. Sam smiled proudly.

***

Thank ye.