The President's Wife
Chapter 160: Apologizing
Pram swallowed omelettes and clear vegetables with full struggle. Like fighters who are guerrilla to win the battle. If he can choose, he prefers a flavorless egg with a melting topping of malica soy sauce on it, rather than Kailla cooking a variety of menus that are difficult to accept normal human tongues in general.
Kaila had already snatched the spoon from the husband's hand. Seeing how to eat Pram who brushes sticky, tickle the curiosity of Kailla will taste the cuisine he made. Her husband seemed to enjoy it. It was seen from the way Pram ate a hurry, chewed potluck and then swallowed as soon as possible.
“Honey, how does it feel?” kailla asked, already scooping the clear vegetable sauce and preparing to sip it. Not even the cooking went into his mouth, Pram had already sipped it until it was gone. Even what was left in the bowl was poured into his mouth.
Glek, glek, glek.
Jakun man up and down when it comes to swallowing vegetables in large portions and limited time.
“Almost perfect!” sahut Pram smiled at his wife who was pouting for not being given a chance to taste.
“Really? Why not let me try it a little!” grouse Kailla. There is a sense of pride surrounding his feelings.
“This food is amazing, I am not willing to share it for you,” said Pram, lying. Don't want to see disappointment in Kaila's eyes.
“I followed the recipe that Mother Sam taught me,” explained Kailla, smiling.
“Sorry Honey, I had to lie. It really has no taste. Like drinking mineral water, tasteless with a strange vegetable aroma.” Pram.
He couldn't let Kailla swallow disappointed on her first day of study, at least tomorrow Kailla would get even more excited about learning until getting the perfect result. If Pram complains today, his wife could be discouraged and choose to stop learning.
The two looked at the same plate. Both Pram and Kailla, staring at a piece of omelet that Pram had tasted at the beginning. With a fork in hand, Kailla was ready to stick into the middle of the omelet.
However, the speed of his hands was slightly slower than that of Pram's hands. Her husband, without warning, had snatched the omelet and put it in his mouth. Not until a minute, the food has inhabited the stomach Pram.
“One more time, sorry Darling. I can't let you try an omelet that tastes like it's dipped in seawater. The salt is no longer about. I can't imagine how my children are in there if you dare to eat them,” Inner Pram.
The mature man gave a smile, staring at the annoyed face of Kailla who was sulking for not being given a chance to try and get the part.
“Tomorrow, cook again for me, Kai,” Pram said, after all Kailla cooking went into her stomach. No remaining.
“How is my cooking, dear. Am I talented?” kailla asked with her cheerful face.
“Very talented, just still need to learn again when giving flavor to his cuisine, Darling.” Pram is still trying to encourage Kailla. If he were to be blunt, he wouldn't be sure if Kailla would still want to learn or not.
“This is not good?” ask Kailla to make sure.
“Not bad, but new near perfect. I want my wife to cook as perfectly as possible. It seems like the problem is in the way you taste in cooking. Try to perfect by looking at Ibu Citra and Ibu Sari. How much they give salt and flavorings. That's important, honey. The rest is perfect!” puji Pram's.
The man stood up, peeking at his wife's lips before saying goodbye to go to the office.
“I go to the office first yes. If I have time, I try to have lunch at home to meet with my mother before you go to the hospital,” said Pram, patting his wife's gray hair slowly.
“Honey, what do you want me to cook for lunch?” tawar Kailla's. Pram's praise, made him even more excited.
“No need, let Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida carry out their duties. If you want, just help them. Your job is to make my breakfast. The rest, you don't have to do it.”
Kailla frowned. She was already so excited but her husband even relaxed her spirit.
“At least for now you can make me breakfast, but when the little babies are born, I want you to prepare all the intake. Learn from now, I will ask Stella to send you books that you can read, guides for pregnant women, breastfeeding and others,” explained Pram.
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Coinciding with the elderly woman descending, another car appeared to enter. This time it was Pram's office driver who came over Stella's errand carrying a bag, a gift to Kailla.
As soon as the driver came down carrying the package, the eyes of Ibu Citra were not separated to look. As a lover of branded bags, of course by just seeing the outward appearance, he already knows what the contents inside. Moreover, he knew clearly, his son-in-law had a hobby that was not canned. That is draining the contents of his son's wallet with luxury bags.
“Kai ... Darling ...” call Ibu Citra as soon as you enter the house. Sari's mother who happened to open the door for her master-in-law could only smile.
Soon Kailla appears from inside the house. As soon as I saw Mother Citra, her smile broke. Ibu Citra had already stretched out her arms, ready to welcome the son-in-law, but dear thousand dear, the old woman had to swallow in disappointment as the embrace was about to take place, kailla's eyes accidentally saw the Hermes parcel above the living room sofa.
Without excuse, the pregnant woman changed direction. Rushing closer to the parcel of Stella's shipment that was sent specifically for her. Once the package was opened not just a pair of eyes, but two pairs of sparkling eyes, staring at the black leather bag worth hundreds of millions of rupiah.
“Wah Kai, you bought a new bag again?” mother Citra asked, hurriedly swallowing her saliva. Otherwise, he was sure his saliva would flow down. His gaze did not change in the slightest, his regret was lost when Kailla had ignored it. Naturally, he would do the same when dealing with this expensive bag.
“Not Ma, it's a gift from Pram,” Kailla said, smiling happily.
“Hah?! Seriously?” ask Mother Citra.
“Iya Ma. Last morning I made breakfast for my husband and he gave me this bag,” explained Kailla, without thinking again with Pram's message not to leak to his mother-in-law. Too happy, forget everything.
Hearing that, Citra's mother's mind also walked along. “What do you cook for Pram until it gets a gift this expensive?” ask Mom Citra curious.
“Clear egg and omelet, Ma,” Kailla says.
Again Mother Citra gulped, only cooking so simple Kailla can get a bag like this amazing.
“Alright Kai, this week invite Pram to come to the place of mama, yes. Breakfast at home mama,” pinta Ibu Citra.
“Mama will make her favorite omelet and vegetable pram. Mama just found out, it turns out the son then so liked the two dishes,” continued Ibu Citra, smiling. Shown in his eye patch, the same gift would be received when Pram tasted his homemade food.
***
After finishing lunch, Kailla and Ibu Citra rushed to the hospital. Pram was going to have lunch at home, but work forced him to cancel. Until Kailla and Ibu Citra should enjoy lunch alone,
The trip to the hospital, that afternoon was fairly smooth. Not for an hour, the two were already standing in front of Riadi's treatment room lying in a coma.
“Kai ..” Ibu Citra called her daughter-in-law. There was a nervousness ambushing his feelings when he was about to meet his sworn enemy. A man who's been wanting his whole life to be avoided. But what power, destiny forced him to always face, reality made him have to meet and face to face again.
With trembling hands, opened the door of the room. The old hand cooled down instantly. Her tears flowed when she saw for herself Riadi's current condition.
“A ... I came, Riadi Dirgantara,” said Ibu Citra staggered as it stood closer. The man's body was stiff, not powerful. Lying down with a hose attached to a thin dry body, live bones and skin. Unable to hold back the tears, seeing his enemy was just an unpowered body, living like death.
“Still remember me, Citra Wijaya.” The voice, vibrating with cold hands clasping his daughter-in-law.
“Then, you came to see me to apologize and now I came to see you to apologize,” said Ms Citra with a trembling voice.
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