The President's Wife

Chapter 17: The Open War Statement

The bukkk!

Pram drops his wife's body into the car, after Bayu helps her open the door .

The driver and assistant Pram already understand very well, how the relationship between the two employers are sometimes friendly like Romeo and Juliet. But a second later, they can fight like Tom and Jerry. And right now Marsha is making a big mess, making the bear dizzy seven-rounders.

Bayu has been escorting Kailla for 6 years. Precisely since becoming Pram's unofficial fiance, because the engagement that Riadi betrothed was only known to Pram a. Kaila herself only found out that she had been betrothed to Pram a few months before her wedding.

Escorting the mischievous and potent Kailla over the limits of reasonableness, makes the patient souls of his assistants well-trained. Not infrequently, they had to accept Pram's anger, just because Kailla made a mess or disappeared suddenly.

Pram is overwhelmed at the moment. How not, Kailla hit his chest repeatedly, even clawing his temple until scratched with the pink-tailed lentic finger.

“Ahh.. Kai! Pretty unfortunately,” pinta Pram, still trying to tame his wife who did not receive locked in the car.

“I don't want a car with you, Honey!” push Kailla, get ready to get out of the car.

“No ! You will not go anywhere,” firmly Pram closed the door that had opened. There is a pull, push push between the two. The two standstill when Kailla accidentally slaps Pram in the face as a last attempt to escape the husband's hand.

Plakk!

Pretty tight slap, hot and a little sore. The two stared at each other expressionlessly.

Pram could feel the heat radiating from his wife's five-finger stamp. Hot mixed stinging. He tried to ease the emotions, enduring the pain in Kailla's former slap.

Trying to control yourself not to scold Kailla at this time, let alone look at Kailla's eyes that began to glaze over. His defense and hard heart faded away instantly upon seeing Kailla's tears

“Honey, it's okay.” Pram said softly after seeing the water crystallizing in his wife's eyes, grabbing the tiny body that started to tremble, bringing her into a hug.

“Sorry..,” Kailla said slowly, barely audible.

Kaila gave in to letting her husband hold her. She realized the mistake she had done for accidentally raising her hand and slapping her husband.

“It's okay, don't cry. I'm not mad. Want to hit the cheek next to it?” tawar Pram still had time to throw a joke, while wiping his reddened cheeks.

Pram knows, Kailla accidentally hit him. A bit of luck Bayu is still waiting outside the car, otherwise his wife will feel more guilty.

The two were silent for a long time, until Kailla finally broke away from the husband's embrace. Choose to sit sweetly on the right side of the car, stick his head in the glass window.

Pram himself chose to sit quietly on the left side of the car, trying to take distance. Right now, he was stringing words together, looking for the best sentence to tell the secret that had been kept for almost four years.

“I'm sorry, Kai. I am guilty of lying to you all this time,” said Pram opened the conversation, having previously had no chance to explain.

“I just found out she's my mom of four this year. You remember we met with mama in Bali,” Pram story, leaning his head on the chair.

“Already! It doesn't matter anymore! Your lies are too painful,” grumbled Kailla.

“I'm sorry Kai,” said Pram, staring at a glance.

“I won't forgive you that easily. You lied to me all this time. You don't think of me as a wife!” grouse Kailla, throw away her gaze.

“When I took a blood sample at the hospital, it was for DNA testing purposes. And just found out the results a few days after you miscarried.”

Pram stopped his story for a moment. Smiling looked at the sullen Kailla and folded her hands on her chest.

“I brought my mom to Jakarta. He lives in one of my homes.”

“You're missing!” nagging Kailla.

“I'm sorry, it's been disappointing you all along. I often go home at night and not infrequently miss our appointment,” continued Pram.

“Good if you realize it!” kailla ketus.

“I'm not going anywhere. There are no other women either. I'm just in the place of mama,” explained Pram.

“I'm sorry yes,” pinta Pram back.

“You can be angry, can abuse me. Want to hit me again is also okay, but don't say the word divorce again,” said Pram, with a clear face.

“It doesn't matter if you're angry with me. It's okay if your husband has to sleep outside tonight. But don't leave the house. I can't live without you,” continued Pram trying to seduce his wife.

“When it's like this, why are you so good at stringing words. Do you think I'm a seventeen-year-old boy who'll fly hearing your words,” nagged Kailla. Instead of being touched, she grew sick of hearing her husband's version of the coconut island seduction.

“Tell me what do you want? I will grant it if it can make you forgive me,” Pram said.

“I want to meet mom at her house,” pinta Kailla suddenly. Surprised her husband.

“No! I won't grant it. You don't see how he behaves towards you,” reject Pram.

“I have to make sure she accepts you as my wife, and then I'll take you to see her. I can't see mama insulting you anymore,” Pram explained again.

“Yes already, take me there. I will forgive you, if you grant it,” asked Kailla, challenging Pram.

“Already Kai, forget mama. I'm responsible for persuading him. You don't have to interfere. I don't want my mom to hurt you,” Pram persuaded.

“You don't trust me?” ask Kailla again.

Pram sighed. He doesn't know how Kailla is. Kailla's nature is as harsh as her mother's. Pram was sure that if the two met there would be no one to give up, until one of them was cornered and cried. And at that time, it is he who will be the impingement of both.

“Alright, no problem for me. You can sleep outside tonight!” kailla's orders.

“Kai, don't put it this way.” Pram.

“Do not touch me until you grant my request,” threatens Kailla.

“Aparticularly?” pram asked, sighing. Indicates how heavy he has to fight to melt his wife.

“Do not get angry, if tomorrow there will be another car victim!” threaten Kailla.

“Kai, I beg you not to be like this,” pinta Pram. But Kailla doesn't want to hear it anymore.

“Bay..! Let's go home,” screamed Kailla lowered the windowpanes, asking Bayu back to the car.

***

Upon arriving at her residence, Kailla chose to go down first. Run into the house, shouting.

“Sam....!!!” call Kailla to her assistant who is enjoying a plate of noodle tek-tek subscription in the security post.

Just now Sam was going to put the noodles in his mouth, but he stopped doing it because of Kailla's screams. Running, he leaves his noodles and approaches Kailla.

“Iya Non,” greet Sam with gasping breath.

“Gather all assistants!” kailla's orders.

Pram who tailed behind him only shook his head to see his wife's behavior.

“Kai, what are you doing?” pram asked, massaging his dizzy temple to see his wife's behavior.

Kailla did not reply, just sticking an index finger on her lips. Ask Pram to be quiet and not ask too many questions.

Before long, Sam, Ricko and Bayu minus Donny who was guarding Mr. Riadi in the hospital, plus Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari who had gathered in the living room. All of them were suddenly asked to gather.

“Alright, because everyone has gathered here. I'll announce something important.” Kailla said as she stared intently at Pram.

From this second on, I declare open war with my husband, Reynaldi Pratama!” kailla said in a loud voice, making Pram's eyes round instantly.

“Gosh Kailla,” hiss Pram, his tongue groaned instantly. With one hand resting on his waist, the other closed his eyes.

“Joke let alone this, Kai?” said Pram sighing, standing beside Kailla.

“Sorry Mr. Reynaldi, I feel the need to announce to them. So everything we do, do not be linked again,” said Kailla.

“Kai, already. I beg you, don't do this,” pinta Pram. Kaila's really doing as silly as ever.

“Bu Ida and Bu Sari, please remove all Pak Pram's clothes and equipment from my room,” command Kailla again.

“Kai, enough! I beg you,” pinta Pram.

He had already lowered his gaze choosing silence and dampened his own emotions. Following Kailla's madness, it will only make his wife more and more.

“Starting tomorrow, I will no longer prepare Mr. Reynaldi's breakfast. So all my obligations and responsibilities to Mr. Reynaldi, please take over,” continued Kai, casually staring into the ranks of his assistants.

Sam seemed to elbow Bayu's arm, whispering.

“Bay, end my history tonight. If this open war really happens, I will end up in the hands of Pram,” whispered Sam with a face down.

“You don't know, your employer destroyed my employer's beloved car,” whispered Bayu slowly.

“And I'm sure, Mr. Pram will hang you soon Sam,” continued Bayu again.

“Just Bay. I beg you, if anything happens to me please be buried properly,” whispered Sam back.

“But before that happens, I have to fight to save my life. Tonight, however, I must support Mr. Pram taming the tigress, Sam's inner”.

“If necessary, I will make Mr. Pram get his throne back,” Sam said in his heart.

After making the announcement, Kailla left everything behind. Rushing to the room.

“Anyone who dares to touch my clothes in the room, will know the consequences.” Pram issued a sudden threat.

“Tomorrow remains as usual. Kailla's gonna make my breakfast. Only he will serve me!” pram's orders again.

“Everything can come out, except Sam!” pram's orders, staring fixedly at Kailla's assistant.

***

Sorry late up

Thanks though.