The President's Wife

Chapter 32: The Unrealized Change

Pram tries to let go of Kailla's embrace.

“Already Kai, we're at the funeral. Not good with Bayu and Sam,” whispered, pulling Kailla into the car.

Just dropping her butt on the car seat, Kailla started blabbing as usual. Pull the hand of Pram who is already sitting behind the steering wheel.

“Why can this be?” tanya Kailla observed the wound on the back of Pram's left hand. Kailla who was sitting in the driver's side seat immediately opened the dashboard of the luxury car, taking out the P3K box.

“Fight with whom else?” kailla asked looking annoyed.

"I.. I.. shatter the car glass that I used to use to go to the office,” said Pram bowed.

Realizing his folly, he often lost control when he lost track of his wife. Usually he would vent to his assistant, only yesterday no one could be made a scapegoat. Kailla's departure was due to her own actions, not the negligence of the assistant.

“Stupid!” kailla said she hit the scar she just cleaned with alcohol.

“Awwww! Sick Sweetheart,” screams Pram when the right Kailla punch hits his wound.

“Yang here?” kailla asked, pointing at the corner of Pram's torn and slightly swollen lips.

“Duel death with Ricko,” said Pram, smiling looking at Kailla who back glared at him.

Plakkk!! Two consecutive blows hit Pram's arm.

“Iya.iya, sorry. I got out of control,” said Pram hurriedly, before his wife blabbed at length.

“Then, this is what you got?” kailla grouse, pressing the cotton that has been dripped red medicine into the corner wound Pram lips.

“I get my wife back,” says Pram plays both of her eyebrows, teasing Kailla who stares back at her.

“I'm serious!” kailla said irritatedly, suppressing the wound with full force.

“Ouch! pain Darling,” complained Pram, grimacing.

“If you know sick, why is it still done!” nagging Kailla, looking at Pram annoyed.

“I like, if you nag me like this,” said Pram, pursing his lips. Giving a long-distance kiss to his wife.

Kailla, while nagging and angry is equally adorable in the eyes of Pram.

“This is me bandage only huh?” kailla asked, looking at Pram's hand, trying to get serious.

“As far as you are. I resigned, Honey,” continued Pram, staring lovingly.

Kailla had just picked up bandages and scissors from inside the box, and suddenly Bayu knocked on the car window by Kailla's side.

“Why Bay?” kailla asked, as the window glass was lowered.

“Pak David looking for Pak Pram,” Bayu said, thrusting his phone on Kailla.

It appears that Kailla took over Bayu's phone and thrust it at Pram who was leaning on the chair while closing his eyes.

“Honey..,” call Kailla, thrusting Bayu's phone right in front of Pram's face.

Bayu who saw his two masters who were getting along, smelled a smile. A rare sight these days. Where the mistress was treating the wound on her husband's hand.

“Iya Dave,” greet Pram after sticking the square flat object in his ear. His eyes could not be separated from his wife, smiling occasionally at the busy Kailla with wounds on her hands.

“Sorry sir, the President and Madam's phone is off. I had to call Bayu.”

“Iya, what's up?” pram asked, cutting off David who tried to speak stale.

“There was an important meeting today. Can the President come later after lunch?” ask David.

“Ah Darling, slow down a little. Don't be too tight,” said Pram. Instead of answering David, Pram grimaced in pain as Kailla tied her bandages too tightly.

“It's been slow Honey,” says Kailla.

“Jeez!! I called her at the wrong time?” David asked in his heart.

His dirty thoughts have gone everywhere. It's not that he didn't know Pram's football during the marriage. How the president and his friend used the wife who is still innocent and does not understand anything.

In fact, not infrequently he caught Pram and had to be willing to accept the throw of a pen every time he forgot to knock on the door of the office of his president. The boss really doesn't know himself and doesn't know the place.

“Sorry President, I will call you later,” said David, hastily ending his call. Do not want to be sprayed as usual, every time it interferes with the pleasure of his boss.

“What's with him?” ask Pram wonder. He had not had time to answer, but his assistant had already made up his mind again. Throw the original Bayu phone to the dashboard.

“It's a shame,” said Kailla, raising her head, looking at her husband who was smiling at her.

“Try every day you are so sweet and submissive,” Pram said, staring at the bandage wrapped around his hand.

“Do not tease me. Tomorrow if it's still like this, I'll send you back to the streets!” kailla grumbled, still upset.

“Aren't you more creepy Mistress,” Pram chirps. His body turned back, looking for the breakfast he had bought on the way.

“I'm not as stupid as you are, until I hurt myself!” nagging Kailla.

“Iya, next time I won't be crazy anymore.”

“But can't every fight not go-go? How to solve it if everyone has a problem, you go from me,” pinta Pram.

The mature man had already opened the bag of food containing the team rice that was getting cold.

“Breakfast Darling,” says Pram. Put it on Kailla's lap. His wife was busy cleaning the P3K box.

There are two more boxes that Pram immediately handed over to his two assistants.

“Bay!” pram shouted, get out of his car.

“Iya Boss!” sahut Bayu, running over.

“Darling, why not eat it?” pram asked, when he had dropped his body back, sitting in the car.

“I'm still full,” said Kailla stared straight ahead.

“Darling, I don't want to see my mom anymore,” Kailla said suddenly.

“Why?” ask Praam wonder.

“Mama is evil, her words hurt!” sahut Kailla, back to remembering the words of Ibu Citra.

“Im sorry mom. Maybe you haven't seen how valuable this daughter-in-law is to her son. He has not seen how proud his daughter-in-law is,” Pram comforted, patting Kailla's head.

“Does mom hate me?” ask Kailla again.

“He just doesn't love you yet,” says Pram.

His hand had taken over the food box that his wife did not want to touch at all. Choosing to help feed it to the wife.

“But why don't you just know me yet, she has decided not to like me?” ask Kailla again.

“After he got to know you yesterday, is there anything that can make him like you? Have you given him a chance to see your strengths?” ask Pram.

“Did you show her yesterday that you are the best wife for me, the best daughter-in-law for her?” ask Pram again.

Kailla.

“Did I miss my mom yesterday?” ask Kailla.

“But mama also missed me. He had said words that hurt me. Introducing the aunt as your young future wife,” continued Kailla, slamming the P3K box that was nearby.

“Mama will apologize to you. He promised me, will apologize to you for all his mistakes,” Pram explained.

“Really?” ask Kailla wonder.

“How can the attached grandmother be willing to apologize to me,” he continued.

“Kaaaaaaaiiiii,” call Pram.

“Learn to be a good wife, who can make mama like you,” continued Pram.

“But if mom still doesn't like me?” ask Kailla.

“Means the problem is in mama, not in my mischievous little wife,” says Pram, pinching his adorable wife's pointy chin.

“Alright! I will try to make peace with my mom,” Kailla said.

“But, I'm still pissed at mom. I'm still pissed at you too!” kailla's grouse, with her sour face.

“How come, she accused me of not being able to get pregnant! I'll prove it.” continued Kailla clenched her hand.

“Do not think because I have no one in this world, you can trample me.”

“Kai, what do you think,” Pram was shocked to hear Kailla say.

“Is it because I don't have a mom and daddy who can't defend me, so you guys can just do it to me?”

Pram raised his gaze, staring fixedly at his wife. Pram kneading. Maybe Kaila hasn't noticed, but Pram is starting to understand.

“Kai, forgive me for these four years,” pinta Pram, beg.

Kailla has changed. Kaila was no longer the same as when they were married. His wife just needs someone to support her, in seconds the meaning of a Pram will end in Kailla's life.

“Kai, later in the afternoon we meet with mama. In the near future, we're honeymoon again. From now on I will take you to campus,” said Pram.

Kaila wondered why her husband suddenly became so possessive.

“Usakan every day we have lunch together. If not, go to the office. I'll see you,” pinta Pram back.

“I won't be overtime anymore. You'll come with me wherever I go. Including meeting with mama,” continued Pram.

“What the heck is dear,” sahut Kailla wonder.

“Solve your lecture as soon as possible. I want you to get pregnant now.”

“You why Dear?” kailla asked confusedly.

“You love me? Please follow my orders yes,” said Pram.

“Honey, why?” ask Kailla.

“Have finished your breakfast,” said Pram, feeding a spoonful of team rice into his wife's mouth.

Pram's mind went blank for a moment, staring fixedly at his wife. These four years, he's been too lulled by all the love words from Kailla. He was too proud and arrogant, until he did not realize that his wife had begun to change.

Kailla's still unstable, if she can't take care of her. His wife will fly in search of all that she does not get from a Pram.

“Hopefully this is just my guess. I'll keep him by my side!” said Pram in the heart.

"Kai, can you kiss me now?" pinta Pram, with a pleading gaze.

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