The President's Wife

Chapter 24: Pram Young Wife Candidate

The afternoon changed, the couple was still at home in the pusara of the father. Pram is more silent while keeping a sagging cry inside the chest. His hand continued to grip, occasionally smilingly staring at Kailla who was leaning on his shoulder.

There comes a time when Pram feels helpless. When dealing with both parents, there is a hint of guilt for perhaps having to take the middle ground. He is wedged between parent and child bond as well as the relationship between husband and wife.

But it was his destiny, a lifeline that he could not choose by himself let alone reject him. When the mother who has certainly rejected the firm presence of Riadi descendants, especially her father who chose to end his life by suicide just because of the act of Riadi, the in-law.

His love for Kailla is too great, he chooses to make peace and forgive everything that happened in the past.

"Come on Kai" Pram asked, when he saw his wife almost asleep next to him.

"Ouch! My feet are tingling." Kailla protested, as she stood up. Hurrying to hold on to her husband's arm.

Usually at Rania's mama's house, Kailla can sit freely on the green grass. Moreover, the distance between the tomb with the other tomb is far apart.

Here, Kailla had to stick near Pram, moving a little she must have nudged the other tomb. Not to mention if the rainy season arrives. You can be sure it is dirty and dirty.

"Darling, why not just move it?" kailla proposed as they walked towards the car.

"Why Kai?" ask Pram, waiting for an answer.

"Aren't we going to visit papa as much as we did Rania's mama

"It will be more comfortable, especially if later you have to bring children as well" explained Kailla.

Pram smiled looking at his wife. At least Kailla cares about her parents. Still planning for next visit.

"Let me think again" replied Pram.

"We can visit more often, without disturbing other tombs," Kailla continued.

"Yes dear," said Pram, embracing his wife's shoulder.

After visiting papa Pram's tomb, the car that Bayu drove drove drove to the residence of mama Pram on the outskirts of Jakarta.

The road is quite choked leads to traffic jams, making them have to endure sitting while holding back sleepiness in the car.

"Darling, still far away?" kailla asked, when their car didn't move at all. But the day began to darken.

"Pads home from work. Usually smoothly," explained Pram.

"Yes already. When you get there, please wake me up" Kailla asked, closing her eyes. The boredom in the car made him sleepy and hungry instantly.

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The white car driven by Bayu, arrived at the gate of a modern minimalist two-story luxury house when the day before evening.

Bayu had to repeatedly honk, asking security to open the gate.

Before long, the gate opened with the smile of the officer greeting his master.

Yes, all the workers here know Pram, the owner of the house at once who hired them.

"Night sir," said a security guard to help open the car door.

"Yes, is there a mama?" ask Pram.

"There sir, please."

Pram's gaze turned on the slumbering Kailla. Patting small, smooth cheeks so that the wife's deep sleep disturbed.

"Darling, wakeup. We're here," call Pram.

"Well?!"

"We've arrived?" kailla asked with a sleepy face and slightly disheveled hair.

"Yes, let's get down. And clean your saliva," said Pram nosy teasing his wife. His hands pointed to the lips where the saliva was meant.

"Ah.you lied to me!" kailla's protest hit Pram's chest, after rubbing the corner of his lips and no trace of saliva there.

"Come, are you ready, madam?" tanya Pram holding his wife's hand down.

Kailla nodded.

Both of them were already standing in front of the main door while pressing on the house bell. Kailla tightly gripped Pram's hand, holding the fruit basket in the other hand.

Repeatedly regulate the breath, trying to relieve the nervousness that afflicted him instantly.

"Don't be nervous, madam!" whispered Pram, looking at Kailla's unusual face.

"Well?!"

"Who...! Why do I have to cheat at a time like this!" gerutu Kailla, lifted the fruit basket and threw it into Pram's chest.

Chequek!!

Just as the fruit basket hit Pram's chest, Ibu Citra appeared from behind the wide open door.

His eyes bulged, looking at Pram who was trying to protect his chest with an arm. Not to get hit by the fruit basket Kailla swung at her.

"What the fuck?" ask Ibu Citra ketus. Look at Kailla from head to toe.

The only son-in-law was joking with his son. But what shocked her was Kailla's usual appearance. Just a simple top and sky blue pencil jeans. Even from where he stood, he could clearly see a dirty stain on the knee of Kailla's jeans.

Yes, Kailla came home from college, stopped by her papa Pram's grave. So he didn't think about changing clothes. After all Pram does not object and protests with a simple and ordinary appearance.

The only thing that makes him worthy of being with Pram who is currently wearing his office suit is just a famous brand handbag with a price of hundreds of millions of rupiah which is now in his possession on Pram.

"Ma.," said Pram smiling, trying to take his eyes off his wife.

"Ah. please come in," said Ms. Citra trying to look ordinary after being surprised to see the usual appearance of her daughter-in-law.

Compared inversely with Kinar who is currently dressed up beautifully with a luxurious dress and perfect makeup polish.

When Pram contacted Ibu Citra last night, the two were immediately busy preparing everything.

Even Ibu Citra forced Kinar to go to the salon after finishing his cooking.

Pram nudges Kailla's hand, codes his wife.

"Ma.," said Kailla smilingly, thrusting the fruit basket purchased earlier this afternoon at her mother-in-law.

"Thank you" said Ms. Citra. Staring at her with her haughty face.

Upon entering the house, the two were surprised to find Kinar who was already dressed up in a beautiful dress dangling to the floor standing next to the owner's mother.

"Night Mas" said Kinar to Pram. Smiling sweetly as usual.

Pram did not reply, further tightening his hand on Kailla.

"Ma, what's the show?" ask Pram suddenly.

"Pram, Kinar greets you. Why not answer it?" mother Citra reminded her son.

Kailla. Staring at the woman who had been often at his in-laws side. Looking from top to bottom.

"He called my husband Mas? What does my husband look like is a wagon meatballs seller that I often call Mas too!" kailla grunts in the heart.

"Pram's.." Mother Citra reminded me again.

"Yes Ma.. What's wrong?" pram pretended not to know.

"The light calls you darling. You didn't greet him. She's dressed up pretty and cooked a lot to welcome you." Ibu Citra again explained to her son, but her eyes were on the son-in-law, Kailla.

Kailla glared, looking at the two. Viewing the Cinemas and Prams alternately. He was just about to throw out Pram's hand that was tightly gripping his hand, but Pram was clutching his waist tightly.

"Let go! I want to make a calculation with you!" gerutu Kailla was upset.

"Who is he? Why does she dress up and cook for you?" kailla said again, staring intently at her husband.

"Oh, your husband hasn't introduced you yet. Introduce, this Kinar is Pram's young future wife."

Citra's mother said with a smile challenging Kailla.

"MA!" snapped Pram.

"We're going home. After mama said those words, then I'll set foot here again!" threaten Pram, pull Kailla's hand following him.

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