The President's Wife

Chapter 30: Pram Berserk

Bayu's sentence was re-spinning in Kailla's brain, with a glare, occasionally pulling snot that gathered on her nose from crying too much.

The tears kept coming out, though he struggled to hold it. Tears and sobs that the owner himself does not know the meaning.

Many thoughts fill Kailla's brain, which is usually filled with delinquency and fad. His heart also has many flavors, which are usually filled with happiness because Pram's love is endless and without limits.

“So still want to go or stay on the side of Pak Pram, Non?” ask Bayu, nosy. He himself knew the answer clearly.

Kaila pulls the car door Bayu opened, closing it tight. Sitting leaning while closing your eyes. Bayu himself chose to wait outside, ultimatum and slap Pram while in Austria still imprinted, when he accidentally entered the hotel room where Kailla was staying.

Long standing outside the car, spending the rest of the cigarettes in the box accompanied by a sprinkling of stars and a torrent of moon at night.

“The fate of this acute singles is very yes!” he said slowly, smiling at the figure of Kinar who was smiling sweetly at him.

Too often watching the friendly scenes of his two employers, each married couple sat in a car, making him numb. He was worried if he could not feel love like other creations of God.

But her conjecture is wrong, she feels the twists of love grow right when Pram first introduces Kinar to her. The night she could not sleep, interrupted by the shadow of Kinar smiling at her, appearing every time she closed her eyes.

Both corners of the lips are attracted to the top of each remembering the Kinar, moreover, the Kinar looked extraordinary with a long dress beautifully arranged. Bayu's smile came to a halt as his tail caught a familiar sports car stopping not too far from his parked car.

“Bos is awesome! Lucky Non Kailla, get the love of Mr. Pram,” said Bayu slowly, shaking his head.

“It should be the former infatuated, already a dozen years ago still love to die,” continued Bayu, imagining Anita the figure of Pram's ex-girlfriend who now ends up in a mental hospital.

No one got out of the car. Just parked quietly there. Bayu pulled out his phone, checking the digital clock on the screen.

“It's almost ten o'clock in the evening,” he said slowly.

His hand had already turned to the doorknob of the car, opening and checking Kailla's silent and silent condition.

“Si troublemakers are asleep,” whispered Bayu slowly, closed the car door back and walked over to the sports car that Bayu can guess is Pram's.

Geck!Geck!Geck!

A smooth knock on the windshield of the car, followed by the car door that opens. Bayu's guess is not wrong.

Pram down with a messy face, disheveled hair, even a work shirt that has not changed since this morning.

The work shirt was a mess, not the last as neat as Bayu left it. The top three buttons are open, with the hands of the shirt rolled up to the sleeves.

Bayu's gaze was fixed on the wound at the corner of his employer's lip and the droplets of frozen blood from the open wound on the back of Pram's hand.

“Bos!” greet Bayu when his master is standing right in front of him. Even Pram wasn't staring at him. The mature man's gaze constantly led to the white vellfire car, where his wife was currently located.

Sam followed out of the driver's door, when Pram had stepped away to the car that Bayu was driving.

“Sam, what happened?” bayu asked in surprise, pointing towards the corner of her own lips.

“Pak Pram is crazy at home, smashing the car glass,” whispered Sam slowly, telling the cause of Pram's badly injured hand.

“Not that he already knows Non Kailla is with me. As usual, every time I turn off the phone, instead of Mr. Pram already understand,” explained Bayu astonished.

“Your phone is off, Mr. Pram instantly throws his own destroyed phone,” Sam shudders, given how creepy the incident was at home. The sound of broken glass scattered, yet Pram's screams boomed.

Only too late to open the gate, his master had already pulled the collar of the security uniform on guard. Pram emotions are not under control.

Far away when facing Kailla who did chaos, the man could be as calm as the lake water without ripples, even though his wife did not want to and destroyed his favorite car. Pram can still smile.

Bayu shook his head, having never seen such a crazy Pram. Except when dealing with people who hurt his wife. Pram can only calm down with Kailla. He vividly recalls the incident in Bandung, the kidnapping of Kailla for the first time. Pram's horrifying expression could change drastically upon hearing his wife's name.

“The one who takes care of the GPS of all his cars Mr. Pram was Mr. David. Well, the more he's crazy. The awaited Mr. David did not appear,” explained Sam.

“Then why was his lips torn?” ask Bayu wonder, who used to hit the hand, why Pram's lips were torn.

Sam wettest.

“Pak Pram baku hit with Ricko was at home. Ricko is worse, his handsome face battered by hit Pak Pram.”

“Lah, how is the story?” ask Bayu.

“Ricko pretended to be a hero of bad luck. He pulled Mr. Pram who was about to smash the windshield back. That means stopping the crazy actions of Mr. Pram, but instead got hit,” Sam's story again.

“Thank you Mr. David came, directly gave the point of location Non Kailla. Mr. Pram immediately stopped beating Ricko. Hurry your way here with a messy condition, continue Sam.

Bayu shook his head. His gaze was fixed on Pram who was standing stunned in front of the open car door, staring at his wife sound asleep.

“Just like this, he's gone crazy. Especially if you were really left!” say Bayu.

“Pak Pram was worried you couldn't hold Non Kailla. It's been four years, Mr. Pram hasn't paid anyone to keep an eye on Non Kailla other than the three of us. That's what makes him unsettled.”

“Say Mr. Pram, until Non Kailla escapes this time, he could lose track of his wife. Usually someone will spy on Non Kailla secretly.”

“Address will get our new friend Sam,” chirps Bayu smile.

“It looks like there will be an additional assistant again!” sahut Sam nodded.

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Standing still, just looking at his wife. Don't ask how she feels. There was a lot of apology gathered on her chest and ready to be thrown for making Kailla cry again.

His decision to have no children before his mother's blessing, apparently hurt his wife's feelings. And he's the most guilty of this, not Kailla.

With little hesitation, Pram got into the car and sat down by his wife's side. Carrying Kailla's slumbersome body into her arms.

“Pak, do we go straight home?” ask Bayu, after getting into the car.

“Kailla what story?” pram asked, not willing to take a loving look away from the plain face that was asleep. But when awake that innocent face turns into a face full of delinquency and extraordinary indulgence.

“Tadi Non Kailla wants to go to her mother's place, it's going to the hospital to Mr. Riadi's place, but I prevent it,” replied Bayu.

“Then what's more?” pram asked, gently rubbing his wife's hair.

“He does not want to meet the Boss, does not want to go home.”

“Oh. Tomorrow morning we go to Kailla's mother's place,” Pram's orders.

“Good Boss, it's his hand..” Bayu asked as he looked at the back of Pram's hand which still looked as if blood was frozen.

“Begging Sam to buy alcohol and red medicine later,” Pram's orders, just had time to look at his injured hand.

Bay, I'm going to bed now. Please wake me up before my wife wakes up. I don't want him to know, if I follow him.” said Pram, tightening his embrace on his wife.

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