The President's Wife

Chapter 186: Exchanging places, exchanging flavors

“Badness!” Ibu Citra was still blabbering indistinctly. Every time he looked at Bayu, his emotions were always provoked. Ever since the man married Kinar, not once did Mother Citra's attitude soften on him. Every time they meet, they always grunt. Until Kinar was not feeling good to her husband.

“Ma, stop.” Kinar tried to mediate. The three-month-old pregnant woman sitting next to her husband gave a smile. Occasionally glanced at the busy Bayu with the steering wheel in hand. The love that grows after marriage makes their household feel more beautiful.

“How already? This loser's been lying to me for two months. My son is lying in the hospital, he's hiding this fact from me. Son-in-law what's this called.” Ibu Citra pounded hard on the shoulder of Bayu who was sitting in front of him.

“Ma ..” Kinar reminded me.

“Have a son-in-law, two. The compact is awesome!” omel Ibu Citra, blame Bayu and Kailla together.

When he arrived at Pram's treatment room, the elderly woman with the light green canal continued to grumble. Once inside a few steps, the net captures the soothing scenery that tries to be put aside. Looks Kailla is helping Pram shave the fine hairs that grow on the chin and the top of the lips. The man was hugging Kailla's waist tightly while smiling at his wife's face.

“Both of my children have almost gone crazy all because two daughters-in-law do not know this themselves. One defended her husband constantly. This one moreover, smilingly looked at his wife to such an extent. Unconscious about the others. Even I came was not welcomed,” grumbled Mother Citra.

“This too, what do you mean lie to mama, Kai! Do you think mama would be happier to be a fool for two months!” mother Citra's grumble, nagging Kailla all of a sudden.

His eyes glared at Kailla, the same reaction he had shown Bayu. If you do not remember Kailla is pregnant with her grandson, surely she will nag endless like her attitude to Bayu.

Citra's mother's facial complexion softened slightly when she saw Pram sitting on the bed. “What happened, Pram? Why did it get like this?” Ibu Citra shifts the body of the kingpin Kailla, stealing a place to get closer to her beloved son.

“Already Ma. I'm fine.” Pram looked at his wife who was rudely expelled.

“How to. Not Kinar's husband, not your wife. Everything is the same!” The lips kept nagging, babbling from morning.

“Sorry Ma ...” Kailla tried to persuade the in-laws.

“Sana! Don't come any closer. Mama's emotions can explode at any time,” expel Mom Citra. She herself did not want to make her pregnant daughter-in-law hurt, but currently needed an impingement to channel her regret.

Breathe out repeatedly. “You why Pram? What happened exactly?” Since morning raving, no one wants to tell her.

“I got stuck in the car.” Pram answered briefly. Not wanting to make the mother panic, choosing the simplest word to answer.

“Terempet what? Why does it take two months to recover?” Cerocos Ibu Citra again.

“My right leg is broken, Ma. This alone still can not walk.”

“This! Who in the head why else?” mother Citra asked, pointing at the bandage that wrapped her son's head.

“It's just smelling bit asphalt, Ma. A few more days can be opened bandannya.” Pram answered.

The man's gaze was never separated from his wife, since then Kailla just silence and listen. There was a sense of pity when Kailla was taken in by her mother. That's all Ibu Citra didn't know that this was all happening because she saved Kailla. If you know everything, do not imagine how the babble of his mother is like a sheet.

The ringing of the cell phone in Kailla's expensive bag suddenly, made everyone turn their eyes at one and the same point.

“Honey, I received a phone call for a while,” Kailla said bouncing out while showing her flickering phone.

It wasn't until five minutes, that Kailla was back in. Through the intimacy between the mother and her child. Want not to want him to do it.

“Honey, I have to go to the office. There are a few problems to be solved,” says Kailla, cutting off the conversation of her husband and in-laws.

Pram shifted his eyes. The conversation with the mother stopped, Pram turned his attention to the wife.

“Where to?” pram asked, holding Kailla's hand as fast as lightning.

“I have to go to the office. Just now, Stella called me.” Kailla answered frankly.

“What can't today not to the office, Kai?” pram asked pleading. The check was released, Pram grabbed Kailla by the waist to get closer to her.

“Honey, there's a little problem. I promise I'll be home as soon as I can.” Kailla explained.

Those eyes occasionally stared at the clock on the wall. Time has shown at seven in the morning. He had to go to Bandung this morning, so he could return to Jakarta on the same day. There are potential clients, in their subsidiaries in Bandung. The value of this project is fantastic. If the company gets it, at least it can help the company's finances are damaged.

She has since tried to persuade Pram to release her but her husband has kept her in the hospital.

“Begging Dave to take care of it!” tell Pram again.

“Darling, Dave is still in Austria. No one can take care of it.” Kailla explained.

Deg—

Pram massages his temples. His memory is back, currently there is no one who takes care of the company.

“Back as soon as your work is done,” Pram said. Grimacing withstood the pain in his right leg while accidentally moving to grab Kailla's body.

“Ya ..” Kailla nodded.

“Honey, have Donny and Sam accompany you wherever you are. Remember that! Don't go anywhere. Think of my two heroes currently hitching a ride on your body.” Pram back ordered.

Not nothing, but yesterday Bayu just told him, if the investigation is being carried out by his assistant that leads to a planned accident and targets Kailla as a potential victim. Although the case has been handled by the police, Bayu suspects that there is another mastermind who should be responsible. It is not only the driver who does not know anything, just reasoned to sleep, who is currently huddled in the bars, responsible for his negligence.

“Ya ..”.

“Kiss me now! Come home soon, your work is not done.” Pram rubbed his own chin. Signals to the wife.

“Yes, I know. I'll go home later I'll continue. Or you can ask Bayu for help to shave it.”

“No, I want you to do it for me. I don't want anyone else. Even I can, if I want to. I just want you.” Pram said with his effect.

“Ya ..”.

Kailla had only answered briefly. A word “ya”, which honestly makes Pram think bad. There must be something hidden.

Kailla was just about to turn around after getting her husband's permission, but Pram had already detained her first.

“Kai, you haven't kissed me!” said Pram, reminding. Shamelessly in the midst of many people. Bayu and Kinar throw each other a smile while Ibu Citra grumbled more and more annoyed at the indulgence of her son.

“If you don't want to see please come out. I want to kiss my wife!” tell Pram, after seeing the eyes glaring at the mother.

The punch landed on Pram's shoulder, the man even smiled nosily to find a punch that tasted sweet. “I miss you, Kai. Actually, I don't want you to go.” Pram said effectively when they left the two of them in the treatment room. Ms. Citra and her entourage opted out after being subtly evicted by a room-dwelling patient.

“There is a little work in the office. I promise to go home as soon as possible.” Kailla reasoned.

“No serious problems in the office, right?” ask Pram, make sure.

Kailla.

“You can't lie to me, Kai. What I don't know about my wife.” Pram tried to push.

“Don't think a no-no. I just went away for a while.”

Withstanding the pain, Pram hugged Kailla with his pot. “Now I know how you've been feeling all along. Since yesterday, I've almost gone crazy.” Pram bluntly, hugging Kailla's waist spoiled. He pecked his wife's stomach repeatedly.

“Emm ... what flavor?” Kailla's confused.

“It feels like you are. Every day left alone and I prefer to be busy in the office all day, even just coming home late at night. I'm sorry I cheated you on my job,” Pram whispered.

Kailla chuckles. “I told you a long time ago, I don't mind, honey. As long as you really work,” says Kailla.

“Kiss me now. Come home soon, I'm waiting for you,” pinta Pram.

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TB