The President's Wife

Chapter 172: Congratulation, Bro

“What's up, Ma?” ask Pram in surprise.

“Call Bayu here! I'll kill him now!”

Pram frowned, trying to make sure his hearing was not wrong.

“Wood? What's not wrong, Ma.” Pram asked.

“Yes, where is he? Mama will kill him with both mama's own hands.”

Deg—

Both Pram and Kailla looked at each other. Do not understand the direction of the conversation of Ibu Citra. The elderly woman came early in the morning, making a mess without any clarity.

“Yes, but tell me. What mistake did Bayu to have to kill him with his own hands. Can't I just kill him?” pram asked half-jokingly.

“Pram! Mama's serious, where the assistant doesn't know himself. I've been suspicious of him lately.”

“This is also your fault. Try first if Kinar does not live apart from me, surely rice will not be porridge,” Ibu Citra accused.

“Ma, I know it was Kinar who cooked all this time. Hence since I got married, I always asked Kailla to learn to cook, at least she could cook simple. Otherwise, yes this is a small example, once left behind by Kinar, cooking rice can be porridge. Especially if cooking other menus,” replied Pram origin.

Plakkkkp!

“Mama serious, Pram!” mother Citra's nagging grew even more upset, hitting her son's arm.

“Honey, already. Don't tease mama. Later high blood mama kumat, who got the impact,” whispered Kailla, patted her husband's arm.

After seeing her mother's face flushed red, Pram relented.

“What's up, Ma? Bayu makes what problem?” the man asked, linking his fingers to his wife's fingers on the table. Play it in such a way while talking.

“Mama sat down first, tell me what happened,” pinta Kailla after seeing her in-laws breathing go up and down holding back anger.

“Pregnant light.”

Mother Citra's words can shake the world. Both Pram and Kailla threw eyes at each other. Of course the two did not believe, how could Kinar get pregnant. Surely Ibu Citra is making it up.

“Good, means mama immediately got three grandchildren at once. Don't be angry. At most Kinar in the usual wind.” Pram replied casually.

“Pram! Mom seriously. Since I spoke, I thought you were kidding. Where's the ulcer?” Ibu Citra was upset by herself, seeing Pram flinch. Not responding, his son was busy stroking his daughter-in-law's distended stomach.

“Already, mama breakfast first. Later just talk again.” Kaila got up and called Mother Sari to prepare a clean plate.

Before long, Ibu Sari showed up and prepared breakfast for her parents. Seeing the Mother Citra that was ready with a spoon in hand, Pram immediately pulled a pot containing clear vegetables. Take it forward, trying to spend it as quickly as possible. Can't let his mother taste his wife's high-tasting cuisine. If it is not bland, it must be salty.

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Finishing his breakfast, the three were already standing on the back porch. Prepare to interrogate Bayu. The man in the black suit, stood down without saying much. He knew clearly what was happening.

Plakkkp! A hard slap landed on Bayu's face. Citra's mother slapped him without feeling. Age can be old, but energy is equivalent to a horse. Evidently, from Bayu's expression that endured the pain.

“Ma, can be discussed carefully. No need to play hands.” Pram reminded.

“With brash men like this, there is no need to be nice. His own attitude is like bad luck.” Back Mother Citra nagging endless.

“Sorry, Boss.”

A word that comes out of Bayu's mouth is enough to make all three wonder.

“What happened, Bay! My mama's here angry at you. Tell me.”

Kailla who listened since then just stood up while embracing the friendly arms of her husband. Lean spoiled on Pram.

The other assistants, choosing to step aside, did not want to get involved any further. Afraid of getting his gum.

“This cigarette impregnates Kinar. Let's quickly confess!” tuding Ibu Citra,

“Ma, don't accuse like that. We don't know the problem yet.” Pram mediate.

“Sorry Boss, uh .. me and Kinar are married. Kinar is pregnant now,” explained Bayu, immediately making Ms. Citra relax.

“Hah .. try to hear it yourself, Pram. She thinks my daughter's a cat, just play mating. No talks at all,” Mother Citra's nagging is endless.

Back the old woman hit Bayu, on a streak and without pause. Pram's beloved assistant could only hold back, not daring to retaliate. A punch in the face, until Pram stops.

“Already, Ma. Rice has become porridge. Want to be flanked again.” Pram is still trying to calm down.

“I have to talk seriously with Bayu,” continued Pram again, smiling flirtatiously at his wife.

Kailla said, immediately brought in her mother-in-law. Pram gave the order, meaning that there was something important that her husband wanted to discuss with the assistant. Can't hear him.

“Follow me to the workspace!” pram's orders, step inside the house. He felt the need to speak seriously with Bayu, unable to discuss it in the open that the other assistants could hear.

“Pregnant how many months?” tanya Pram, looking at the bowed Bayu. Both are in the office of Pram.

“Newly a month, Boss,” says Bayu, sitting across the worktable.

“Call me, Pram only. You're married to Kinar. Meaning you're my sister-in-law.”

“Since when to get married?” ask Pram again.

“When Kinar lived alone, I decided to marry him. I can't bear to see him living alone. Sorry, I didn't tell you, when Non Kailla was missing, Boss and Ibu Citra were thinking a lot. We decided to get married instead of being the talk of the people.”

“Since when was it close to Kinar? How did I not know,” asked Pram again.

“Night where the Boss shooed and humiliated Kinar here. The boss remembered, asking me to take Kinar home. We talked about a lot of things. We started close since then,” explained Bayu, bluntly.

There was a sound of breathing, Pram was speechless. Just staring at Bayu, with a terkulum smile. His fingers were knocking on the teak table.

“Call Pram only. Oh yes, all this time Kinar held my card .. and I will pull it back.” Pram says.

“Good.”

“I think you understand what I mean. Now Kinar is your responsibility. So I will give up all my responsibilities towards Kinar to you,” explained Pram.

“Good.”

“I will double your salary than before and give you allowance. All medical and hospital expenses included during Kinar's pregnancy and birth, I will bear them all.”

“Thanks.”

“Leave the house you now occupy. Back to my mom's house. I'll have the notary transfer his holdings in your name. Think of it as your wedding gift,” Pram explained.

“Thanks.” Bayu only answered briefly without the boss's frills.

“For a while mama will stay with you, until I manage to negotiate with the owner of the house next door.”

Bayu raised his gaze. “Mak ... Sudnya, we stay alone later? Ibu Citra will stay with you?” tanya Bayu made sure.

“Call mama, she is now your mama-in-law. I'm signing my mom in the meantime.”

Bayu nodded.

“Mama will stay alone, not stay with me. I'm planning on buying a house next door for my mom. You know for yourself what kind of character Kailla was, especially when my children were born. There will be new issues, new debates about grandchildren. I want both of them to feel comfortable and stay as good as they are now. Staying apart is the solution. If it's next door, me and Kailla can watch over mom at any time.”

“Good.”

“Oh yes, Bay. Starts now. You'll be Kailla's assistant again, replacing Ricko. Ricko will be with me next time. Donny will look after my mama.”

“By being Kailla's assistant, you work less time. So you can make time for Kinar.”

“Good.”

“Give me an additional assistant for my kids later. Not yet, but when Kailla gives birth, I want to be ready. This time I will select myself, send the person to the office.”

“Good Boss ... uh ... Pram.”

Pram was already standing, preparing to open the door of his room, but the man turned around. “Bay, take Kinar to the showroom tomorrow. Stella will make you a promise. Just choose the car you need for your little family.”

“Congratulation, Bro. Welcome to the Pratama family.” Pram hugged Bayu, patted his assistant's back.

Pram's hand has swung the doorknob of his study, intending to let Bayu out. But just as the door opened, Kailla appeared at the door. The pregnant woman almost fell down following the movement of the door leaf. Too serious eavesdropping, until not realizing Pram is in sight.

“Kailla! What are you doing?” pram asked, looking at Kailla who was smiling wrongly.

Pram's gaze was fixed on Ibu Citra, the old woman was also sneaking behind her daughter-in-law.

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TB