The President's Wife

Chapter 22: Young Wife Misses

“Kai..., I haven't told you everything about my parents.” Pram says.

He was actually confused, had to tell the truth to Kailla or not. But one day his wife will find out too.

“What else are you hiding from me?” kailla asked, looking up at Pram.

“Actually... mama knows daddy..,” said Pram slowly.

“Daddy knows mom? How can?” ask Kailla wonder.

Pram twisted his brain, looking for the answer that most closely approached the reality but did not hurt his wife.

“Still remember the first time we met mama in Bali, I once told you that the company mama and daddy used to work together.”

Kailla nodded.

"Yes, I remember now. It is as if it is not foreign. Then?"

“It looks like the cooperation did not go smoothly. And the relationship between the two deteriorated,” Pram's story.

“Why ?” ask Kailla slowly.

Pram shook his head, choosing silence. She doesn't want Kailla to know the truth, which will make daddy look bad in the eyes of her beloved daughter.

“I also don't know clearly. Let it go, it's their business. What matters now, you are my wife,” said Pram.

Especially at this time daddy is still in a coma. Pram can't figure out from daddy the actual incident from Riadi's side. During her life with Riadi, her in-laws treated her well. After all, Pram does not want his wife to be disappointed or hurt when she knows the truth.

“Kai, I'm afraid, if you find out that my wife is Riadi's daughter, she's going to dislike you even more. It even hurt you."

“So??"

"Can we cover it up for a while?" pram Pinta.

"So you mean, I should lie?” ask Kailla.

“No, not so Kai. Enough for now, no need to tell my mom. Until I can persuade mama to make peace with daddy.” Pram replied, smiling at the beautiful eyeballs that had been round staring at him.

“If mom asks me, I have to lie. That's what it means?” ask Kailla again to make sure.

There was a tone of dislike with Pram's request. He doesn't like to have to cover himself. She is Riadi's daughter and she is proud of the name Riadi Dirgantara written on the back of her name.

“Not lying, Honey. Simply no need to tell him this time,” explains Pram.

“I don't like this situation!” grouse Kailla.

“I don't care how mama's relationship with daddy, mama still have to know who my parents are!” kailla continued firmly.

“Kai, I beg you. Come with me, don't be stubborn. I'm worried about you, honey,” said Pram, stroking his long, disheveled hair.

“I thought again. I want to sleep now,” said Kailla, tightening her arms around her husband's waist.

“Iya Darling,” said Pram, kissing the tip of his wife's head.

***

The night changed in the morning, as the moon began to hide in its quarrel. The sun was still timidly showing itself, hiding in the eastern horizon. The couple still hugged each other, forgetting the actual quarrel just spoken on the lips. Never really fight from the heart.

Kailla, is not a figure that is difficult to conquer. He just needs a little gentleness and understanding for every mischief he makes. Kailla, she is not a person who cannot accept excuses, only sometimes she needs time to enjoy the hardness of her heart.

“Honey...,” call Pram, slightly shaking Kailla who is still sound in her sleep.

“Kai, you're late!” call Pram again, swiping his chin onto his wife's smooth face. The easiest and most effective way to wake up.

“Ah......! That's why it's not shaved!” kailla screams and protests as usual, rubbing the cheeks affected by sharp fine hairs that began to grow on Pram's chin.

“Build Kai, you are late,” said Pram, pointing to the clock hanging on the wall.

“Ha?!” Kailla sat down, staring around the room with a pillow face while stretching her hand muscles.

The sleepy eyes narrowed at the clock on the wall, scratching his long, disheveled hair.

“I'm still sleepy, Honey!” kailla muttered, dropping his body suddenly onto his padded bolster.

“You have to prepare my breakfast, Kai.” Pram reminded.

“Ah... can not you once in a while have breakfast made by Bu Ida or Bu Sari?” pinta Kailla was complaining.

“No! Yourjob. Just such a small task you still complain!” Pram said as he gently patted his wife's head.

“I don't complain, but hope to be comforted once in a while. Do you not miss the delicious breakfast made by Bu Ida and Bu Sari?” kailla asked again, still enjoying the padded bolster.

“I will keep breakfast with your made, which sometimes does not comply with SNI and health protocol. Moreover, far from four healthy five perfect," said Pram laughing.

How not, four years married, Pram almost every day served white rice and egg ceplok only different in the topping alone. If you are a little lucky, Pram can enjoy an omelet with slices of chives and chilies in it.

That happens very rarely. Like waiting for Eid al-Fitr that comes once a year.

But at least it's better than Kailla serving a menu ala five-star restaurant. It is certain that everything will end with Pram's struggle to spend it. If not scorched, it must feel far from expectations.

Yes, his wife is not talented with frying. Just pass the egg execution only. It also takes years of practice to get the perfect result.

“Only light in the morning, but every night arrives I have to work hard!” grunts Kailla. Mendelik looked at her husband who glared at her.

“Kai..!” Pram reprimands again, seeing the clock hand progressively pointing towards the number six.

“Iya. yes I wake up now!” kailla said irritatedly, rushing to run to the bathroom.

***

Kailla hastily exits her bedroom with Pram trailing behind her. Running down the stairs, driving her to the kitchen.

“Honey, what breakfast would you like today?” kailla asked turned to look at Pram who was behind her.

“Nation seated!” sahut Pram origin, while twirling the tie in his hand that has not been installed Kailla.

“Huh! I seriously asked,” grumbled Kailla.

"Like a great chef! Ask all the menu," said Pram, laughing.

Kailla had already stepped into the kitchen area, where Bu Ida and Bu Sari collaborated.

“What's the Cooker Bu?” kailla asked, grabbing the frying pan and butter, heating it on the stove.

“Mother cook fried rice as usual Non,” says Mother Ida short.

“Breakfast Non Kailla, have mother prepared at the dinner table yes,” he continued again, smiling to see her neat employer is preparing her husband's breakfast.

“Iya Ma'am, after I prepared Mr. Pram's breakfast,” Kailla said, breaking an egg in a melted butter on the frying pan.

It didn't take long, Kailla had already walked to the dining table with a plate of white rice and eggs that were given melted malica soy sauce as usual.

“This is Honey, your breakfast!” kailla thrust it in front of Pram who was waiting at the dinner table while checking his phone.

Without even looking, Pram can guess the breakfast menu this morning. His wife is just a graduate frying eggs and instant noodles.

“Thank you,” sahut Pram put the phone on the table, then pulled the plate that Kailla proffered approached him.

“Breakfast with me,” pinta Pram, patting the empty seat beside him. Stare at a plate of fried rice that has been prepared by a household assistant for his wife.

Pram actually does not matter breakfast with anyone made or any menu. After all, she had already prepared two housekeepers who took care of all her needs and Kailla.

But he felt the need to educate his wife to learn responsibility and understand her duties. For that he had to sacrifice enjoying a menu that rarely changes every day.

“Honey.. aak!” pinta Kailla, thrusting a spoonful of fried rice into Pram's mouth.

“Thank you,” said Pram, opened his mouth, received a mouthful of fried rice.

“Kai, please prepare flowers for papa. And buy something to take to the place of mama,” pinta Pram suddenly.

“Mama? I have to prepare what?” kailla asked confusedly.

“Just think about what is roughly suitable to bring there,” suhut Pram.

“I purposely asked you to prepare it. Because this is your first visit,” continued Pram.

“Alright, I'll bring you a molotov cocktail mama!” kailla said, nosy.

“Actually the two of you if you get along, is a suitable pair. Just as stubborn,” said Pram, smiling.

“No, I'm not that terrible!” grouse Kailla.

"Recycle your breakfast. I have to go to the office now,” said Pram, thrusting his tie at Kailla.

“Huh! Installing this alone you should trouble me!” kailla complained, forced to stop enjoying his breakfast because of Pram tie.

“Eitss.. don't tie it tight!” pram protested when Kailla deliberately pulled the tie to the point of strangling her neck.

“Already! I hate you Sir!” kailla said, tidying up the collar of her husband's shirt.

“But I love you Mistress,” pamit Pram, pecking his forehead and his wife's two cheeks.

“I'm leaving now, finish your breakfast. Donny will be with me, Bayu who will take you to campus.” Pram reminded me back.

“Iya, I know,” said Kaila upset with Pram's badass.

“Do not be naughty, otherwise I will hang you on a mango tree that bears watermelon yesterday,” said Pram nosy, back pecking his wife's head.

“Ah.. already! Depart there. I can't finish my breakfast, if you keep nagging,” complained Kailla, flicking her hands away from Pram.

“Remember those two handsome assistants, they have to wait for daddy in the hospital!” pram hurried to leave Kailla.

Shortly Pram returned.

“What else is it?” kailla asked annoyedly to see Pram who was already standing next to her.

“My young wife missed out!” sahut Pram smiled, grabbing his phone left on the table.

****

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