The President's Wife

Chapter 19: No Armistice

Sam and Ricko were already creeping up the stairs of the house that would take them to the second floor. The place where the master bedroom, precisely the Pram and Kailla bedrooms are located.

Just now, Sam's hand was raised about to knock on the white-painted wooden door. But diurentkan. His brain found a brighter idea. Unable to persuade Kailla in a simple way, she had to use her own tricks.

“Rick, you wait here. Practice crying sensually maybe first. So that the result will be perfect. No look at the drama,” said Sam, patting Ricko on the shoulder and rushing down.

It didn't take long, Sam was back with a bundle. Sheath cloth tied in such a way.

“Sam, what is it?” asked Ricko who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall of the room.

“This?” sam asked, raising the height of the parcel in his hand.

“Iya, what the hell is that?” ask Ricko again.

“This is for our drama needs. You just shut up and cry. No need to talk. Let me arrange everything,” explained Sam.

Geck!Geck!Geck! Sam knocked on his master's room door.

Silent. There's no answer.

Geck!Geck!Geck!

This time Sam knocked while calling out the name of his master. Maybe Kailla thinks Pram, so won't answer the knock on her bedroom door.

“Non, this is Sam. Please open the door,” call Sam on the doorstep.

Within seconds, the door opened. Kailla appeared, with her face covered in tears. Ricko, who had been sitting on the floor, hurriedly stood beside Sam. His face was deliberately made as sad as possible.

“Why Sam?” ask Kailla. Staring at his two assistants in turn. Faces that are not in good condition. The faces were pining and full of shit. Kailla's gaze was fixed on the bundle in Sam's hands.

“What is this Sam?” ask Kailla, seriously. Surprised by the glove-cloth package tied in such a way.

“Begini Non, Ricko and I want to say goodbye,” said Sam, downcast. His hand nudged Ricko's arm, so that his fellow assistant began his crying drama.

“Can't Sam. Men abstain from crying,” whispered Ricko slowly.

“Enak just told me to cry. Could have ruined my pride in the eyes of Kailla.”

“What's Sam?” kailla asked, opening the door to her room wider, so that she could observe her two assistants more clearly.

“We're fired, Non. Asked to pack the goods,” said Sam with a clear look. Lifting the height of the glove box she used to sleep.

“Hah?! Seriously Sam. My husband seriously fired you?” ask Kailla to make sure again.

“Iya Non,” replied Sam, nodding.

“Even as I pleaded not to be fired, Mr. Pram spoke this way. Sam..Sam, Kailla alone begged and knelt to me, I will not change my mind,” Sam's story, a little turn from the story that should have been.

“Hah?! What does the old man say again?” kailla asked started to get emotional.

“Pak Pram story.. Well, how to convey it yes Non,” said Pram, pretending it is difficult to tell a story.

“Tell me, don't be afraid of him. I must have defended you,” Kailla said annoyedly.

“Pak Pram says.. Non-Kailla you will not be able to shake my decision. Your non-Kailla can do nothing but make a mess. Just try to drag him in front of me. If you don't believe. So said Mr. Pram, Non,” said Sam, pumping his own employer.

Kailla immediately rose in blood, her breathing hunting with clenched hands. The look on his face stiffened, with lips that were kamit nagging Pram.

“Where are your Prams?” kailla asked with emotion. Rushed out of the room, looking for her husband's whereabouts.

“Open Sam, how is this Sam?” ricko whispered behind Kailla. He was afraid of a fight between his two masters that was usually friendly and sticky like stamps.

“Sstttt, just relax. Follow all my instructions. You are quite quiet and according to,” said Sam whispered, next to Ricko.

“Non, Mr. Pram in his study,” said Sam, telling.

“Sam, how about this if they have a big fight. You've been pumping Non Kailla. Though Mr. Pram does not talk like that,” said Ricko, starting to ketar ketir.

“If it wasn't so, Non Kailla wouldn't want to fight for our rights, Rick. So it must be heated a little,” said Sam casually. Smiling at Kailla who had already grabbed the doorknob of Pram's study.

“Already, just pray from here alone, Rick. Mr. Pram can't stand it if his wife has whined.”

“After all, the old tiger will not want to sleep alone. Wants doped by a female tiger. It's quiet, Mr. Pram will definitely comply with the request of Non Kailla,” explained Sam, standing waiting in front of the workspace.

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“Honey!” call Kailla with emotion.

Pram took his eyes off his laptop screen. Smiling looked at his wife who was standing on her waist.

“Why Dear?” pram asked, closing the laptop that was open on his desk. Linking his fingers on the table, after sliding his laptop to the side of the table.

“What do you mean fired my assistant?” ask Kailla.

“Because they don't care for you!” sahut Pram, staring at the blind eyes of his wife who radiated anger.

“That was my fault. I deliberately crashed your favorite car into that tree. It has nothing to do with them,” explained Kailla, choosing to sit in front of Pram with her hands folded on her chest.

“But I forced them, Honey,” Kailla said, softening.

“Since I explained to you. Whatever you do, someone else will suffer the consequences. Can't do something like that don't be alone, Kai?” ask Pram, nagging.

“I'll let you, do anything. Just so you can prove to me, you really can already be responsible,” explained Pram.

“Don't fire them! What do you want?” ask Kailla again.

“Do your job as usual. I'll just have your breakfast. Prepare all my needs as usual. I'll stay asleep in the room,” said Pram.

Kailla was silent, looking at Pram carefully.

“Find me with your mama,” pinta Kailla.

“Mama. Not just my mom. You marry me, my parents mean your parents too.

“But he insulted me! I can't accept anyone tripping on my pride. Including that's your mama!” kailla ketus.

“Mama!” repeat Pram again, more firmly.

“There is no term your mama or my mama. Just like I consider daddy and mama Rania. I consider them my parents too. Not just your parents,” explained Pram.

“But I don't like mama. He insulted me and did not consider me,” complained Kailla, forced to follow Pram's will, not wear frills again behind said mama.

“That's a different story, Kai. I just want you to respect your mom, not love her

pram Pinta.

“But..”.

“I'm not forcing you to love your mom, but just asking you to appreciate her because she's my parents. I know mama was wrong, nor did I justify.”

“What is the difference between you and your mother, if you also follow her treatment back. I don't want you to look deformed in her eyes, Kai,” Pram said.

“Then why hide it so long? You don't trust me?” ask Kailla again.

Pram got up to Kailla, hugging his sitting wife from behind.

“I'm sorry, I'm guilty of that,” Pram whispered, dropping his chin on Kailla's shoulder.

“Mama can't accept you yet, I'm trying to persuade her. I think after she accepts you as my wife, I will introduce you guys,” explained Pram.

“But you should have told me,” Kailla said, still with a pouting face. Angry with her husband.

“If I tell you a story, can you resist not seeing him?” ask Pram.

“And when you meet him, he hurts you. Can you bear not to reply?” ask Pram again, peeking at Kailla's cheek.

“I might be able to defend you in front of mama, I can stay by your side. But I can't be disrespectful to her, especially if you have to cut ties with her.”

“Whatever bad mama, I can't break up with her. The blood relationship will not be interrupted by anything,” explained Pram asserted again.

“You have the heart, let mama hurt me?” ask Kailla to make sure.

“Because I don't want my mom to hurt you, I keep everything until mom accepts you,” Pram said.

“I'm still pissed at you. Whatever it is, I won't be that easy to forgive you,” grumbled Kailla.

“You can sleep in the room, but don't sleep in bed with me,” break up Kailla.

“Oke, no problem. Tomorrow afternoon, have Bayu drive you to the office, we meet Papa,” take Pram.

“Papu?” kailla asked, closing her mouth.

“Yes, our Papa,” whispered Pram smile.

“I'll take you to see mom too.But I beg you, no matter how bad she treats you, don't retaliate excessively,” said Pram.

I won't defend you if you make a mistake, even if I love you. That goes for Mama too. I also will not defend Mama, if she makes a mistake,” explained Pram again.

“Good. But don't stick to me like this. Remember that! We're still fighting, haven't made up!” kailla tries to push Pram's body away from her.

“From tomorrow, Bayu will take care of you. Donny's gonna take care of me. Let Sam and Ricko take care of daddy in the hospital. That's their punishment, if you still want to work,” said Pram, grabbing Kailla's hand.

“Do not touch me!” push Kailla, throw Pram's hand.

“We haven't had a ceasefire yet, honey!” Kailla reminded.

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