The President's Wife

Chapters 27. Mama Citra Relented

“Kai ...” call Pram, come running after his wife.

“Kai, please forgive me!” said Pram, pull up Kailla's arm.

“Bay, we're home now!” kailla orders Bayu who is talking and laughing in the living room with Kinar.

“Ba .. good, Non,” says Bayu, stand up and say goodbye to Kinar.

Kailla had already run first towards the car, waiting for Bayu there. Behind the Pram who came running followed.

Chequek.

“Bay! Don't you dare open the car door. I'll kill you!” threaten Kailla to Bayu who is already sitting behind the steering wheel.

Kaila locked the car door, not letting her husband in. He doesn't want to talk to Pram. His emotions peaked when he heard the accusations of Ms Citra who said that she refused to have children, even multimatum she could not get pregnant.

Be ill. That was the first thing Kailla felt. Nearly four years of struggling to get pregnant again. With persuasion and not infrequently had to humble themselves in front of her husband just to be able to get pregnant, but still Pram refused.

Instead, the world is judging. Not only her in-laws, even those closest to her thought the same. What because of his nature that is considered immature, so everyone bestows wrong on him.

Much different from Pram, the adult male, who is blameless. People think twice about blaming her husband.

“Kai, open the door,” pinta Pram knock on the car window glass.

“Bay, open the door!” yell Pram again, panic.

“Sorry Boss, Non Kailla ...” said Bayu, when lowering the car window. He cannot continue his words. Bayu believes that Pram currently understands and understands the meaning.

Pram nodded. Bayu was his confidant for the past few years. His dedication is no longer questionable. If Sam takes care of Kailla in a different way, Bayu does it in a different way.

“Kailla for me. Make sure he's safe all the way home,” Pram's orders.

“Begging Donny to pick me up here!” continued Pram.

“Contact Sam! Ask him to accompany my wife,” Pram's orders again.

“Good, Boss,” said Bayu, start the car engine.

Pram can catch the shadow of Kailla who is crying. However, at this time Kailla did not want to talk to him. Pram relented, choosing not to insist on explaining everything. Kailla is at the peak of her emotions and will not be able to accept all of her words.

With a shunt move, he chooses to wait for Donny outside the house. Not going back to see his mother. Everything was a mess because of the words of the mother who passed.

“Mas ...” greet Kinar suddenly, approaching Pram who is standing on the porch of the house.

“Ya ..” Just a short answer, without looking back or looking at his interlocutor.

That's how Pram's attitude to Kinar, changed drastically. At the beginning of the introduction, Pram was still friendly and sometimes smiled. However, ever since Ibu Citra asked Pram to marry Kinar, all the hospitality shown earlier, vanished and disappeared without a message. In fact, it has been a long time since Pram did not stare, did not look when he answered. Even glanced at Kinar, never again. Every time he spoke, Pram threw his eyes elsewhere.

“Leave me! I do not want to betray my wife, even if just standing close to you,” expel Pram.

“Impard Mama. He loves you too much, Mom. Always hope that Mas gets the best, including his wife, life companion, Mas,” said Kinar, squeezing both hands while looking down.

“Mas, please meet mama. Mama just cried, since Mas chose to chase after Mas.”'s wife

“Leave it. Let Mama think. Please take care of Mama for me!” pinta Pram again.

“Maybe I'll be a long time new to visit here again. I have to make sure mom has changed and accepted my wife,” Pram said bowed.

It's hard to say it, but it's for the good of her mother too. Not not unloving, but just giving time for his mother to think.

“Ya, Mas,” said Kinar, no less disappointed.

“If Mama needs something, don't hesitate to tell me. I will still meet the needs of Mama, responsible to Mama,” continued Pram.

“Good, Mas.”

“Please leave me!” pram's orders.

Kinar finally left, leaving Pram standing by his side the night before. The man refused to enter the house, even just saying goodbye to Ibu Citra, Pram was reluctant to do so.

Many times Pram stared at the luxurious clock on his wrist. Hope Donny gets you soon. His heart and mind were now fixed on the wife who was treating the wound and was disappointed alone.

“Pram ...” The soft greeting surprised the man who was standing, leaning on the pillar of the house.

“I'm sorry. I can't choose to stay by Mama's side. I'm married, I'm family. Not a child anymore, which can be arranged,” said Pram.

“Pram, come here!” pinta Ibu Citra, teary-eyed.

“You chose that woman over Mama who gave birth to you?” ask Mother Citra.

“Ma, I did not choose. I never want to choose. For me you guys are the same, but Mama forced me to go.”

“Pram, what kind of wife do you bring in front of mama. She's not the best wife for you, son.”

“That's my choice. Kailla is indeed far from the picture of the ideal wife in the mind of mama, even all husbands in this world. It's just .. I love him,” said Pram.

“Kailla can't cook, can't take care of the house, can't even take care of her own husband. I'm sure, he's worse than Mama thought,” continued Pram.

“Pram ...” Mother Citra could not speak, only calling out her son's name repeatedly with tears adorning her wrinkled cheeks.

“Kailla is like earth and sky compared to my mother's Chinar, but I love my wife. Your son loves her very much, Ma.”

“I don't need a chef, I don't need a housekeeper, I just need a wife. Even I don't demand for him can be everything.”

Mother Citra shook her head. Choosing to approach his son, hitting Pram's arm that looks like a stupid man because of a woman. Even his son was willing to oppose him.

“Not only love her, I take the responsibility given by her parents to take care of their daughter. Even if I don't love her, I won't leave her. Because I am a man, holding my promise,” said Pram, holding back his tears at seeing the broken Mother Citra at this time.

“Stupid you, Son!” Mother Citra hit her son again.

“I'm sorry, Ma. I love you, but I love my wife too,” said Pram, hugging her mother's feet.

“I know, I was wrong. Denying all Mama's sayings.”

“Pram ...” call Mother Citra, rubbing the hair of her kneeling son in front of her.

“I beg you to accept, Kailla. He's my life, he's my life, he's my breath. I promise I'll educate her to be a daughter-in-law .. as you want.”

“Pram, what do you think, Son,” said Ms. Citra, sobbing.

“Mama already had a chance to hug me, when I took my first breath, when I was born in the world. Please allow Kailla, allow my wife to hug me as I take my last breath.”

“Pram, why talk like this!”

“I love Mama and Kailla. It makes no difference. I want Reynaldi Pratama to start and end in the hands of both of you.” Pram says.

“I'm sorry, Ma. I know my paradise is under your feet, but my wife is also the key to my paradise. I have to love him, protect him, guide him,” Pram said again.

Mother Citra shook her head, unable to hear those words coming out of her son's lips.

“Try Mama thought back, has Mama been a good in-law for her? Even Mama did not welcome my wife well in the first meeting,” Pram reminded.

Long time thinking, finally Ibu Citra voiced.

“Pram, already! I will apologize to your wife, if my words hurt her,” said Ms. Citra relented.

“Please treat Kailla like mom treated me. I promise I will make him respect Mama, just as I also respect Mama,” Pram promised.

“I know .. earlier my wife was also disrespectful to mom. I'm sorry, let that happen in front of my eyes. It was my fault,” said Pram regretfully.

“Pram, I received it just because of you. Don't be like this again, quickly stand!” pinta Ibu Citra, sobbing.

“Bring her in front of Mama again. Mama will treat it well,” said Ibu Citra promised.

Ibu Citra's view turned to Kinar. The girl was downcast sadly lamenting her fate.

“Sorry, Son. You are not a match with my son, but you are still my daughter,” said Ms Citra hugged Kinar. Hugging the woman who had tears with him.

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