The President's Wife

Chapter 151: He's fine Bay

“Ma, I did not go inside,” said Kinar, trying to hold back his tears.

“You know, inside there is Pram. Already once humiliated, why still not deterred too, Kinar.” Mother Citra closed her eyes. His feelings at this moment were mixed, between annoyance and pity. Upset because Kinar has no hatchet, pity for accidentally hitting the girl who is already considered his own daughter.

“I didn't mean to go inside, Ma. I also know,” said Kinar, trying to defend himself.

“Then why stand in front of the door?” todong Ibu Citra, slightly softened.

“You know for yourself, right, that Pram is inside. That means what,” continued Ibu Citra.

“Iya Ma, I know too. I just wanted to give up Mas Pram's phone, since it rang. Worried there was good news about Kailla,” explains Kinar, showing the phone that just stopped ringing.

“That too I paused, afraid Mas Pram misunderstood again.” Kinar further explained, and handed the phone in his hand to Mother Citra.

Pram who heard a noise, disturbed his sleep followed him out to find out what happened. Still with a messy, half-sleepy face, forcing his eyes open.

“What's up, Ma?” tanya Pram with a distinctive hoarse voice woke up.

“Bayu contact you, Mas,” said Kinar, pointing the phone in the hands of Mother Citra. The girl hurried away leaving the mother and child both, standing at the door.

Pram took over his phone from Mom Citra's hands. The man rushed in to contact Bayu without wanting his conversation to be heard by Ibu Citra and Kinar.

“Iya Bay, what is it?” ask Pram, once the phone connection is connected.

“There's good news, Boss. My men managed to track Non Kailla's position, caught cctv in one of the small hotels in Kebayoran Lama, but yesterday morning Non Kailla checked out.” Bayu told me what he knew, and,

“Can send us the video? I want to see for myself how my wife,” pinta Pram, is a little relieved. At least she can make sure that Kailla and their baby are okay.

“Good Boss.”

“You where?” ask Pram

“Home is fine, right?” ask Pram again.

“Good, Boss. I'm at the old Riadi House with Sam and Ricko.”

“Alright, I followed there,” said Pram before deciding on a call.

***

Pram has taken a shower and dressed neatly with a relaxed look. It just so happens that today is Sunday, he does not go to the office, all day can look for Kailla to the maximum. Moreover, the report from Bayu, made the man excited.

Once out of the room, back she was presented with the voice of Mother Citra who nagged Kinar endless. More precisely, advising the girl to stay away from her son. Kinar was still wearing an apron, standing next to the dining table. Ms. Citra herself, sitting enjoying a glass of flavored cereal milk.

“Ma, stop!” said Pram, pulling a chair next to his mother. Prepare to enjoy breakfast, egg fried rice made by Kinar.

“You can go! I have something to talk to Mom about. Don't eavesdrop, I know it's your habit, your hobby.” Pram gave orders to Kinar, without looking at the other person.

His hand nimbly flipped the plate that was face down on the table, preparing to scoop the fried rice. Kinar who wanted to help, immediately rejected Pram.

“No, thanks. I can do it myself. You can leave now. You can go around the complex ten rounds!” pram said, just as you did without thinking.

After making sure that Kinar was away from him, Pram opened his voice.

“Ma, stop. I don't know what your problem is with Kinar. I did not defend him, but he did not enter the room,” said Pram, opening talks at the dining table.

Mother Citra who was feeding cereal to her mouth turned her head, looking at her son who was enjoying fried rice.

“Do you mind him staying here?” ask Mother Citra.

“No. And my wife doesn't mind either,” said Pram, still busy feeding her morning breakfast into her mouth.

“Pram, serious mom. If you object, you can ask Kinar to stay alone. Nearby. So you do not need to feel bad when you have to meet him every stay here.”

“Actually if you can be honest, Kailla and I do not mind Kinar's whereabouts. For me and Kailla, that Kinar is not a threat to our household. No effect at all,” explained Pram.

“For us he is not important. Therefore we do not consider and see its existence,” continued Pram.

Seen Pram sighing.

“If mama is comfortable with him, go ahead. Even if, mama chose to stay apart with Kinar, I have no problem with it. It's up to mom. But don't make me and Kailla the reason. We are not bothered by his existence as long as he does not cross his boundaries.

“Example as some time ago,” continued Pram.

“How about Kailla?”

Pram chuckles.

“Moreover Kailla. She was quite mature in responding to Kinar's feelings for me. She trusted me completely, her husband, so she never took issue with Kinar's whereabouts. For Kailla, Kinar is not a rival. It's just that he likes to be annoyed to see Kinar's behavior, including the sass of Kinar hugging me yesterday.”

“Proven all this time he received Kinar well, treated Kinar well, although sometimes heats up Kinar.” Pram laughed as though Kailla had been flirting with their affection in front of Kinar.

“Kailla also appreciates Kinar for mama's sake. She knows how much Kinar means to mama.”

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

“I'm serious. I know my wife well. If Kailla feels Kinar is a threat, she will not stay silent. Surely he will grab Kinar and invite the girl to struggle. It must have been against me and the rampage was endless, but with Kinar he was ordinary even though he knew Kinar liked me. For him as long as Kinar doesn't touch his. He won't bother. And so far Kinar has not reached that stage,” explained Pram.

“Already ma. I don't want to talk about unimportant Kinar. I have to take care of my wife. It's up to mom to flap. Don't ask me, just wasting my brain thinking about unimportant things like this.”

Pram had already risen, after finishing his breakfast quickly.

“Where are you going, Pram?” mother Citra asked, hurriedly holding her son's hand.

“Finding my wife.”

“Let's you come back here again?” ask Mother Citra.

“Look at it, later. I sleep wherever I can, as long as I am with my wife,” said Pram, starting to smile.

***

Pram's car has entered the yard of Riadi's house. Sam who had just arrived there, hurriedly greeted the master with a smile.

“How?” pram asked, after getting off his black sports car.

Sam shakes. Staring at Pram who some days disappeared and did not go home to their home on Pearl Beach. The master looked thin, dull with a black circumference near the eyes.

“Wooden where? Call him here!” The Pram commandment circulates the view around. Look at the house she and Kailla lived in before moving into their current home.

Before long, the beloved assistant had run to Pram on the porch of the house. The employer looks fresher with its casual white look. Stand up while slipping both hands in the pants pocket. Seemed Bayu reported various developments obtained from his people.

Pram was still staring at the phone in his hand. Seeing the cctv footage at the hotel allowed the man to breathe a sigh of relief and smile.

“He's fine, Bay,” said Pram, wiping his phone screen. Take off his longings on the mountain Kailla has been for a few days now.

***

To be continue