The President's Wife

Chapter 140: The virus mutates

“Sayang.” says Pram slowly.

Her heart was sliced at the sight of Kailla crying. It was unusual for his wife to behave like this, crying so bitterly with tears unraveling. Normally, Kailla would retaliate by grabbing or slapping, but this time was different. Did the pregnancy hormones make Kailla change a lot and so sensitive?

Pram of course, chose to calm Kailla who needed her hug more, rather than taking care of Kinar at this time. She doesn't want Kailla to have emotions and quarrels that will affect her content. Once Kailla calms down, she'll make the calculations on the bitch’a who's been carelessly touching her and hurting Kailla.

“Sorry dear, I didn't know it was that woman who hugged me. I thought it was you,” whispered Pram, between his arms. He did not even want to mention the name of Kinar with his lips.

His hand cupped his wife's watery face, with the tip of his thumb sweeping away the clear liquid flowing down from the eyelids.

“She missed,” said Kailla slowly, pointing towards Kinar. Before long she brushed away the rest of her tears.

And sure enough, Pram's worries happened. Kailla breaks away from Pram's embrace. With a face full of anger pulled and grabbed the long hair of Kinar so that the woman was dragged.

“I'll kill you!” kailla yells. With both hands choked the neck of Kinar who did not fight back with all his might. Kinar was just trying to break away with glaring eyes and gasping breath.

Seeing this kind of Kailla, Pram tried to break up. Totally scared, until Kinar fights back and makes Kailla and her womb hurt.

“Sayang. Let me take care of it!” pram said, trying to release Kailla's hand on the neck of Kinar who began to have difficulty breathing.

“He can die, Honey,” Pram said.

“Good, I just threw it into the sea behind.” Kailla said.

With a single jolt, Pram can pull Kailla back. “Log in to the room, Kai. I will make calculations with him,” Pram said.

Kailla.

“Let's go back to the room, darling. Don't make our children watch his angry daddy and hit the girl,” pinta Pram, still had time to kiss Kailla's lips, twist his wife's body and push Kailla slowly to go up to their room.

“I'm sorry, Mas,” great-granddaughter Kinar, can still behave normally.

He deliberately did not fight Kailla, allowing himself to look like a victim. Realizing his mistake, out of control. I don't know which demon made him so brave to embrace Pram. However, in the slightest she had no regrets, at least she could feel the warm back of the man she loved, getting Pram's sweet treatment even though it wasn't really for her.

“Cute me!” adamantly Pram, unceremoniously dragged the rough Kinar out into the backyard. As soon as the door opened, Pram pushed Kinar. With a single blow, the woman fell to the ground without a fight.

“If it's not a girl, I'll make sure it hits you until it's out of shape. J’alang alone is still more honorable. At least they don't carelessly hug people's husbands. At least they know, which ones can be hugged, which ones are not!” yell Pram.

“Probable! Filthy girl! Cheap!” pram Ogat. The man immediately took off the shirt that had been kissed by Kinar when he hugged him. Throw the clothes in the trash.

“I'm sorry Mas,” said Kinar in tears.

“Your place is just like my expensive t-shirt. In THE TRASH!!” adamant Pram, restrain emotions. Hands clenched with reddened eyes complete with protruding veins at the temples.

“I want to hit you, but after I thought about hitting a lowly woman like you will only dirty my hands that I should have used to spoil my wife and children.” Pram said again.

The man hurriedly woke up the assistants, banging roughly on their bedroom door. Not long after, Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari had gathered, standing half-asleep with sleepy faces. Bayu, Sam, Ricko and Donny looked confused, looking towards Kinar who was crying on the wet ground.

“Whoever, Ibu Sari or Ibu Ida. Slap that woman! I'll make him remember this night for life. I'll humiliate him!” pram's orders, with a fiery look.

The two housekeepers were surprised to look at each other. Lost already drowsiness that has been afflicting both of them since. Change confusion and fear. Not daring to refute his employer at the same time did not dare to babysit Kinar.

“No one wants?” ask Pram in a loud voice.

Kinar was still crying and begging. In the least did not expect Pram to turn this terrible. Absolutely did not expect the figure of Pram who patiently changed into a rude and frightening figure.

“BAY!!! I slapped him or did you do?” Pram made an offer to his assistant. Since then he was able to catch the look of pity and unwilling Bayu, seeing Kinar treated harshly.

“Bos,” call Bayu, look begging.

“Set him out of my house. Don't let him set foot in my house again. Don't let him put his innocent face in front of me or my wife,” Pram said.

“Sorry Mas.” Again Kinar pleaded.

“Sorry?” repeat Pram, walk over. Crouching in front of the tear-stained Kinar.

Pram gripped the rough of Kinar's arm. With a sharp look, the look of a horrible face.

“If you can make Kaillaku not remember what he saw earlier, I will forgive you,” Pram said.

“I'm sorry Mas. I was wrong,” isak Kinar cried.

“No, you are not wrong. I was wrong. I kept a female snake that helped my mother. I think this snake is different from the other snakes. But animals are still animals. It must have a preying instinct, even though it was its own master,” said Pram.

It was seen that Pram was sighing with a trembling breath, holding back the burning embers that were ready to explode in his chest. His grip on Kinar's arm was getting tighter. No matter, he had already humiliated Kinar in front of a few pairs of eyes.

“Sorry Mas, I love you. I know I was wrong, I'm sorry. I also do not want to love you,” said Kinar slowly, between his stuffs. He's sure only Pram can hear it.

“LOVE?” yell Pram emotion. His anger was provoked when Kinar used the excuse of love to defend himself for his disgusting actions earlier. His palm had opened wide, floated and was ready to land on the face of Kinar as the screams of Mother Citra suddenly appeared from inside the house.

“PRAM!!” call Mother Citra shrieking loudly. The old woman was still with a sleeping negligee, hair curled originally. Staring at the line of assistants watching Kinar humiliated. No one dared to stop the rude actions of his master. Everyone chooses to watch on the sidelines.

“Di women. Do not be rude,” continued Ibu Citra reminded.

Kailla, who was trailing behind Mother Citra, came out and sobbed. With my face swollen from crying too much, staring at Kinar disappointedly mixed with anger.

“Come in! We finish it inside,” orders Mother Citra feels bad to be a spectacle all home assistants.

“Kai, take care of your husband!” mother Citra's. Kailla said, approaching Pram. Pulling her husband up, and hugging Pram's bare-chested burly body.

“Already, don't be angry again. I'm fine,”ucap Kailla. He saw for himself how Pram punished Kinar. He cursed and demeaned the woman. Since then, she and her mother-in-law watched from inside the house.

She was about to go back to the room, but she was also worried about Pram and felt her mother-in-law should know what happened to Kinar and her husband. As soon as I woke up Ibu Citra and told her everything, her mother-in-law immediately ran down to make sure Pram did not kill Kinar.

Pram. However, just now that Kinar was about to step inside the house, Pram prevented it.

“Ma, tell the woman. I didn't let him into my house. If my mom wants to solve the problem. Let's just finish it outside. After that, he can leave my house,” expel Pram.

Pram's gaze was fixed on his assistant line. “You can return to your respective room, except Bayu!” her word.

When all had returned to the room, the five of them were left behind. Ibu Citra, Pram who still hugs Kailla, Kinar and Bayu.

“Growing shine,” Let me know Citra.

Kinar according, but had just stood perfectly a slap landed on Kinar's left cheek.

“Ma, I'm sorry,” isak Kinar, holding his blushing face.

“If you love your mom, please don't be like this. My son's boy and you're my daughter. I don't want to hurt either of you two,” said Ms. Citra stammered, two clear crystals streaming down her wrinkled cheeks.

For the first time, Ibu Citra slapped Kinar, the girl who was already considered her own daughter. It hurts, hitting the princess herself. Although Kinar is not a biological daughter, Kinar means a lot to her. Even if asked to choose between Kinar and Pram, Ibu Citra will choose Kinar, regardless of Kinar's fault for his wrong feelings directed to Pram.

Looking at Kinar's condition now, back tears dripped. “Im sorry mom,” isak Ibu Citra.

“We're home. Mama please, do not disturb Pram again,” isak Ibu Citra asked. His gaze was sweet, looking at the crying Kinar. The girl who used to meet him was just a plain little girl who wandered to Jakarta. Leaving his village and complaining of fate in the capital. An orphaned Kinar works as a maid in a social parlour. That was the beginning of his meeting with Kinar.

The girl took care of him who had just come out of the mental hospital and was declared cured. Somehow, she also had no one stranded in the social parlour. A few years there, Kinar took care of it, took care of it and took care of it.

Even until Kinar who was only a graduate of Junior High stopped working and moved to Bali. Citra's mother, who already considered Kinar like her family, asked to come along. And the suffering of their lives continued all the way to the island of the gods.

Kinar must slam bones, odd jobs to meet their needs and medical costs. Not only there, Kinar also had to take care of him more everyday in a wheelchair. They lived in a small rented house, eating potluck.

They share the sadness of both lives. It flashed in Mother Citra's mind, if the son was still alive, she wanted her son to marry Kinar. But all if only, his son disappeared since the age of one year and most likely died. That's the information he got.

Until one day, it's impossible to be true. Suddenly Pram arrives, saying that he is his missing son. The results of the DNA test made Mother Citra so happy. Pram really is his son. The idea that had crossed his brain again appeared. But what a power, Pram is married to Kailla, the daughter of their family's enemy.

Shaken back from his daydream. “Pram, mom home,” say goodbye Mom Citra.

The old woman stared pushyly at Kailla who was still in Pram's arms. “Let mama come again,” she whispered a smile to Kailla, slowly rubbing her daughter-in-law's stomach.

“The light will not bother you. Mama promise,” said Ibu Citra, rushed into the house. Tidying up all his stuff.

Pram nodded. “Bay, please deliver my mama,” Pram said bringing his wife in. Let Bayu and Kinar outside.

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“You don't touch me!” gerutu Kailla, when both of them had entered the house. Pushing Pram's body slowly away.

“This virus and germ are mutating!” kailla pointed to Pram's naked back.

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To be continued

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