The President's Wife
Chapter 173: They are our family, Kai
“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.
The man smelled a smile, looking at the son-in-law and in-law who were so compact in every way.
“Bay, you can come out now!” pram's word, while pulling his wife's hand, led the pregnant woman into his study.
Mother Citra was just about to follow her daughter-in-law's footsteps, but once she reached the doorstep her body was restrained by her son's burly arms.
“Ma, I need some alone time with Kailla. Mama can take advantage of this opportunity to get to know your new daughter-in-law,” Pram said, pointing towards Bayu's back who walked away.
Citra's mother was upset herself. The plan was to get Kailla eavesdropping to find out what happened, instead she was not allowed to enter to ask.
Shamelessly, the woman in a blue batik suit stepped in despite her son's restraint.
“Ma, I want to make love to my wife now, mom wants to watch me and Kailla?” tanya Pram is still trying to hold back.
“Pram mama serious. You have to explain it now!” emphatically Mother Citra, refused to hear the orders of her son. The old woman barged in
“Ma, I can't stand it, need my wife for impingement,” said Pram, still trying to hold back.
“Later tonight, now we need to talk Pram. Mama wants to hear everything you talked about with that ulcer.”
“Let's go, Ma. I need my wife. We still have to make love before I get to the office. I want to visit our twins.”
Pram's fingers have already started unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Hoping that his words and actions would beat his mother back. Seeing the movements of her son, Ibu Citra melengos. He already knew Pram well, even he knew how shameless his son was in front of him. Without anything to cover, his son could casually make out in front of his eyes without any burden.
“It's done with Kailla, meet mama!” Finally Ibu Citra relented, after seeing Pram's black shirt almost open to the stomach.
Stretched out, with a wry sour face. The tail of his eyes still caught the corner of Pram's lips smiling triumphantly.
“Ma, meet Bayu. You need to know from heart to heart!” pram shouted before closing the door of his study.
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Pram smiled as he found Kailla leaning against the wall pouting at him. “Hei Madam, why is your face so adorable?” ask Pram. The man was already standing in front of his wife, holding Kailla's shoulder to stay leaned against the wall.
“Why talk like that. How embarrassing!” gerutu Kailla was upset. Her gaze was fixed on the chest of her husband's perfectly open field.
“Please trim back my shirt, Kai,” Pram command.
“Mama is stubborn. Otherwise, he would force his way in. I can't talk to you alone. Just for that reason, the new mama wants to give up,” explained Pram, smiling.
“Shame!” nagging Kailla.
“Yes, let it go. Mama is more shameless again.”
The two stared at each other, with Kailla's fingers busy buttoning her husband's shirt back one by one.
“Kai, from now onwards, Bayu will escort you. Be nice to him. She's now your sister-in-law.”
“How can, that old being my sister-in-law! It's not fair,” grouse Kailla.
Pram chuckled after hearing Kailla protest. “Adil or not, that's the reality. He married Kinar, the woman I consider my own sister.”
Kailla nodded without protest.
“Home that you now occupy, I give to Bayu. And mama will live near us,” Pram story. The man smiled, looking fixedly at his wife who had just finished buttoning her black shirt.
“Then?” Kailla frowned, waiting for her husband to continue.
“I plan to buy an empty house next to our house for mom. So you can gossip me to satisfaction every day. Discussing how hot the bed in our room every night,” said Pram, widened. Grabbing both of Kailla's hands and letting his wife slither around her neck.
“I don't want to get dizzy when you guys are at odds. You two must be complaining to each other. If you live apart, you can respect each other and know the limits. For example, when mama visits our house, of course she knows the limits and the rules of a good guest. His rights and duties are limited to guests only. Likewise my wife, when visiting the place of mama, of course she must know the rules.”
Kailla nodded.
“Over this time we are fine, Dear.” The clumsy fingers were playing on the nape of the husband.
“Because you don't live together. Try it together. The ship must have sunk, Captain! One goes east, one goes west. Both feel like the captain. Want to try?” tawar Pram, while locking his wife's waist. Makes his stomach collide with the wife's round stomach.
Kailla.
In their household, the Pram decision is the final and best decision. He doesn't doubt it anymore. During this time, it was her husband the maker and decision maker, although Pram still invited her to discuss and allowed her to raise objections.
“I know the nature of my wife and mother well. They get along because they have the same character, but there will be a point where you disagree if you are together every day. And if that happens, one breathes more than the other is already a problem. Though air is free.” Pram tipped the tip of his wife's pointy nose.
“Then?” ask Kailla back. Waiting for what will be delivered by Pram.
“I also gift Bayu and Kinar a new car. Of course they need that too. If it's home, I can still give the former home mama stay, but if the car does not feel appropriate to give our used car use. I could have asked Bayu to choose one of the cars parked in our garage, but it felt less beautiful to see. Although Bayu is only a worker, but all this time I did not consider it so. That's how I appreciate his loyalty and Kinar so far to the Pratama family and Riadi Dirgantara.”
Kailla nodded.
“So far you don't mind?” ask Pram.
Kailla.
“If you mind, it's called delay, dear. What I've gifted them, it's worth is the equivalent of a pink bag you carry everywhere, which you throw when you sulk at me. That means it's only a fraction of a percent of what we have right now, but for them it's an incredible reward. It must mean a lot to them.”
“May I find equal loyalty to other workers and I can reward them as well. They need us but don't forget, we need them too. Treat them like we treat our family,” Pram explained.
Kailla nodded.
“Come Darling.” Pram clutched his wife tightly while gently rubbing Kailla's back. The man dropped his chin on Kailla's shoulder.
“If you do not want to learn to do business, at least learn about life,” whispered Pram in the ear of his wife.
“To get to where we are now, we only need one smart person standing next to us, but to stay where we are now, we need the support of many faithful people standing beside us.”
Kailla frowned, her brain which was just an ordinary level was not understanding with all the high-altitude speech of her husband.
“To find a smart person is not difficult Kai, but to find a loyal person is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”
“That intelligence can be learned, loyalty is rare! I am thankful that I am still surrounded by people who are loyal to me. I'll also treat her the same as what she gave me all this time.”
“It's not a matter of money, no matter how much I give to them, it won't be equivalent to his dedication to us. They work not only because of money, but because of the principle of his life wants to give the best for his master. So why do I have to count to appreciate their hard work so far.”
“So far you understand, Kai?”
“Slight ...”
“For you Sam is family. And to me Bayu and Kinar are like that. They have been loyal to us all along. They are our family, Kai.”
“I know.”
“Good girl!! Kiss your husband now, I have to get to the office. Need your kiss to burn my spirit,” pinta Pram. The man immediately pressed his lips together, pulverizing’ slowly before releasing it.
“I love you guys,” whispered Pram again.
“We love you too.”
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