The President's Wife
Chapter 150: Slap in the morning
“Who are you?” ask the guy to Kailla. In the middle of the morning everything does not look so clear. Only rely on yellowing street lights, can not recognize who the guests who dare to jump the fence Riadi Dirgantara luxury house.
Bad luck or the wrong neighbors enter the house.
“Ssttt! I'm Kaila Pak,” said to the old man with a full gloved skull who is none other than his father Sam. It looks like the man is preparing for dawn prayers at the residential complex mosque.
“Non Kailla?” tanyanya. The dark atmosphere of dawn, made the old man did not recognize.
“Come, come inside,” take Mr. Sam, take Kailla to see his wife in the back house.
Kailla is seen creeping around, avoiding the cctv camera spotlight. Not want the action caught and finally Pram knows his whereabouts. As much as possible, she should avoid her husband. Do not want Pram's revenge action to run smoothly. Kailla is completely unexpected, behind Pram's patient and loving attitude, but holds a grudge that is so burning.
It's only natural to think back. The act of daddy can be categorized as savage, annihilating one family, just for the sake of treasure. If examined again, it would be very difficult for Pram and his mother to apologize. All this time only he who is too stupid, can be lied to Pram just like that. The man had to divorce her.
Once inside the small house built behind the main house, Sam's mother is shocked to learn of Kailla's sudden existence.
“Bu, please don't tell anyone that I'm here,” great-grandson Kailla whispered softly, as if afraid her voice will be heard.
“I beg you,” pinta Kailla cupped both her hands on her chest.
“What happened Non?” ask Sam's mother, who is preparing breakfast. He knew clearly since yesterday Pram was looking for his wife. And now he's in a difficult position.
“I.. i... “ Kailla looks doubtful, staring at father Sam.
Mr. Sam understood the meaning of Kailla's gaze, the old man then said goodbye, letting Kailla and his wife share the story.
“Pregnant how many months, Non?” sam's mother asked Kailla, who was wearing a simple t-shirt, but her stomach was sticking out. The old woman chose to divert the conversation.
“Two months more, Bu.” Kailla answered briefly. Recalling the father of his babies who were so hearty. I wanted to cry but tried to hold him.
“Bu, don't tell anyone I'm here. I beg you,” pinta Kailla.
The old woman nodded. Can't do anything for now, except accept Kailla in her place.
“What mom cooks?” kailla asked, looking at Sam's mother who was busy cleaning the greens.
“Clear layer, Non.”
“I help,” said Kailla, join grab a sprig of green spinach and learn to pick it for the first time.
***
Pram was still struggling with a pile of work on his desk, past lunchtime, when the phone on his desk rang again. Repeatedly since. Earlier, Bayu and his men told him that Kailla had not been found. Almost desperate, thinking about the condition of Kailla who is without money in hand, alone without escort, plus his wife is currently pregnant.
“Iya Ma,” greet Pram, when he realized his mother again contacted him.
“Pram, you haven't had lunch?” ask Mother Citra.
“But.”
“Kinar has been waiting for you in the lobby for almost an hour. He did not dare to go upstairs, did not dare to contact you. Please send anyone to take your lunch at her place,” ask Ibu Citra.
“Wait a minute. I'll have Ste pick it up.”
“You have to spend it. Mama took pains to cook it with the help of Kinar. You know for yourself, mama is not good at cooking,” said Ibu Citra, frankly.
“Do not eat until not eaten. You have to be healthy, just be able to find your wife,” said Ibu Citra encouraging her almost crazy son.
Only he knows how Pram went through these few days without Kailla. Only he knew clearly, how Pram was feeling at the moment. How devastated his son was left by his wife.
Miris, as Pram's biological mother certainly could not bear to watch the gaping wounds of her son. He can do anything for Pram. Even if you had to forget about her grudge against Riadi. He is faced with the reality, how much love Pram has for his wife. Unlimited love, unconditional love.
Pram did not respond to her mother's remarks, choosing to disconnect her phone and ordering Stella to take her lunch in the lower lobby. Spend it without feeling good or bad again.
For Pram at the moment, there is nothing more to miss than Kailla's sweet soy sauce omelet. The food is the wisest in the world, because Kailla made it for him. The pleasure cannot be compared to any food. Because Kailla made it with all her heart.
Lebay if told, but the reality is like that. His wife's daughter is. It's only natural to never touch the kitchen and cook. It cannot be compared to ordinary people. It's not fair to compare Kailla to the other wives out there.
After finishing the meal in the lunch box, Pram again asked Stella to send it to the Kinar in the lobby according to the instructions of the mother.
***
Pram spent the whole night at the office. If other men prefer to forget their sadness with drinks, Pram chooses to forget his problems by busy himself with work.
He just came out of the RD Group building when the time was already eleven o'clock at night. No employees are left behind, other than the guard aka security.
Drive the car fast, break the streets of the capital. Pram's mind floated, of course, thinking of his wife who had not been found. While sharpening his gaze, who knows he is lucky, can meet Kailla.
It did not take long, the black sports car was already in and parked in the yard of the Citra Mother's house. These few days, this is where the car and the master are. Opening the door with the spare key that Mother Citra gave her, so there was no need to wake up Kinar every night. Pram can enter his own house.
And sure enough, once inside the house there was no one. The atmosphere of the house is empty. Left Pram alone, threw his original work coat on the dining chair, then stepped into the room. Ibu Citra is asleep. Pram also chose to follow.
***
Next day.
Mother Citra who woke up first, smiled as she looked at her son who was asleep beside her. These days, she feels like a mother. For years, they were separated. And when he met again, Pram chose to stay with his wife, not even if he wanted to stay at her place.
The elderly woman stepped out of her room, to do morning exercise, just take a walk stretching the muscles in the yard. Once out of the room, Ibu Citra was faced with the sight of Kinar who was busy cooking so as not to realize his presence. Not willing to waste time, Ibu Citra stepped out for the morning walk after previously washing her face.
Nearly an hour of chintrude in the kitchen, his concentration splintered as the sound of the phone rang aloud, with an unusual tone. Repeatedly stopping, repeating until it finally forces the woman to find out.
“Mas Pram phone,” whispered after confirming the ring from Pram's phone stored in his suit pocket. Staring at the name of Bayu that appeared on the screen. Seeing the uninterrupted and repeated calls, Kinar knew that there was important news that Bayu wanted to convey.
“Is there any good news from Kailla?” kinar said to himself. Walk towards the door of the room, but hesitate to knock. Fear Pram will be angry and bad at him, but if it is news about his wife, pity also if not delivered. Kinar did not not not know, how stressful the man was left behind Kailla.
Standing in front of the door, while holding a cellphone that continues to ring. Kinar's own dilemma, want to tell Pram or pretend not to listen and not interfere. Fear of his good intentions made the man wrong.
His hands were already clenched and ready to knock on the door of the room, calling Pram to get up and get out, but he was finally undone. Kinar chose to wait for Pram to come out alone, not bothering the man and making everyone think badly of him. It was enough to humiliate Pram a few days ago, he did not want to repeat the same story again.
However, he had just turned around, about to continue making breakfast. A slap landed on his cheek.
Plaque!!
“What do you want to do in my room?” todong Ibu Citra's. Who had just entered the house, did not know what happened exactly.
“I just want.” Kinar had not had time to defend himself, a second slap landed back on the girl's face. Harder and more painful. This time, Kina was crying.
“Ma.”
“You know inside there's Pram. What do you mean get inside!” accuse Ibu Citra without giving Kinar a chance to explain.
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