The President's Wife

Chapter 37: I Want to Apply for a Kinar

The round table that was only filled with Kailla and Pram, began to look crowded with the presence of Kinar who sat to the right of Ibu Citra and Pram on the left side.

Kailla, Pram's favorite wife, sits next to her husband. Stay a little far away so as not to fish and be provoked by quarrels that could happen at any time in the midst of a crisis in-laws vs. daughters-in-law who are forced to make peace.

And Bayu, the man who always cuddles wherever the master is currently running towards his car. Bring three gift parcels that Pram bought specifically for women with different status. Not including Kinar, because Kinar Sudh was granted Pram for the assistant who had been in acute singles status.

“Ma, want to order what?” pram asked smilingly looking at the mother who was still grumbling every considering how she could give birth to a family successor who did not know shame. Fondling with his wife in public.

Brak!!! Menu book as thick as a quarter of the thickness of the Indonesian-English dictionary was slammed by Ibu Citra on the table.

“You only order, Pram.”

Mother Citra looked at the waiter standing in front of them ready to take down the order.

“Darling, what did you eat?” ask Pram. Diverting his gaze from the mother to his little wife who looked down continuously since his in-laws entered.

“You only ordered, Darling,” said Kailla, glancing at the mother-in-law who was staring at him.

Pram was seen starting to get busy turning the menu book back and thick it. Calling one by one menu which is likely the favorite and favorite of his wife and mother.

In the middle of the menu recording, Ibu Citra asked Kinar.

“Cinar, what do you want to order?” ask Mom Citra, smile. Looking at the Kinar that looks awkward and uncomfortable with family meetings this time.

Kinar shook his head, leaving everything to Pram. Occasionally peek towards Kailla.

After making sure the menu was all recorded, the waiter asked for permission to continue the order to the restaurant chef.

Silent. Pram's heavy voice that had been heard spelling out the food menu, was now gone. Change the sound of the chair being pulled back. Pram was standing right behind his wife.

Pram touched Kailla's shoulder, slightly bowed and whispered softly.

“Honey, move yes,” pinta Pram, ask Kailla to move to the chair she was sitting in.

Kaila according, sat sweetly beside her in-laws. Occasionally throw a fake smile. And Ibu Citra as well, choose mamah.

“Ma, didn't mom promise to apologize to my wife?” Reminds the mother. Whispering quietly in the ears of Mother Citra.

Ibu Citra looked up, almost in disbelief. His son billed a promise he once said while under pressure. With a sigh over and over again, strengthening the heart and intention. Mother Citra's voice came out as well, although it was slightly choked.

“Kailla, sorry to say mom the other day yes,” said Ibu Citra, slowly barely heard.

Raising her gaze hesitantly, Kailla smiled and nodded her eyes at Mother Citra.

“Iya Ma.”

Shut up, turn your eyes toward the husband standing behind her. Pram's smile, and the warm swipe on his shoulder seemed to strengthen.

“I'm also sorry,” continued Kailla, squeezing both her hands.

“Alright, you can cuddle!” canda Pram pulls the chair that Kailla was sitting on. Dropped his ass there. His laughter nearly broke, witnessing the awkwardness created between the two.

Bayu entered with three packs. Handed over two parcels to Pram and kept the remaining parcel in his hand.

“This is for mom, this is for my wife Kailla.”

Pram put the two packages right in front of his mother and wife. His smile grew when he saw the smiles of the two women.

Kailla just saw the logo was already smiling sumringah. This also applies to Mother Citra, staring fixed writing in the grocery bag.

“Kai, you do not want to open it,” pinta Pram, melt the atmosphere.

Kailla immediately took out a large box in her shopping bag. Take out her order bag from the box. His smile broke when he saw the bag that had been wanted for several weeks, now in plain sight. Although black is not his favorite color, but this is still the best.

The cup! A kiss landed smoothly on Pram's lips.

“Thanks Darling!” kailla said, stroking the bag with sparkling eyes.

Mother Citra's eyes almost glared out looking at the bag that was in her daughter-in-law's hands. Elegant black, her favorite color.

“Ma, you don't want to see your gift. I bought it just like Kailla's,” said Pram, surprising Ms Citra who kept staring at Kailla's bag, not blinking.

Hearing Pram's words, Ibu Citra smiled at the thought of getting the same gift from her beloved son. He quickly unpacked the contents of the box and took out the bag.

Disappointed!

The bag that Pram gave us was the same. Same brand and type, but different color. As soon as Kailla squeezed, she stared expectantly at the pink bag in her mother-in-law's hands. And that was also what happened to her mother-in-law, staring at the full black bag in her daughter-in-law's hand.

“Alright, hope you like the gift!” pram said smilingly, looking at Kailla and her lackluster mother.

The door opened, diverting everything. Bayu and Kinar were sitting next to each other and had been silent since, staring at the door. Likewise Pram, Kailla and Ibu Citra, compactly staring at the row of servants carrying trays.

The dishes containing the food had already filled the round table. It appears that Kaila took a spoonful of rice and filled the white rice on her in-law plate, accompanied by a smile on Pram's lips.

“Please Ma,” said Kailla, trying to take off a forced smile. His heart was already disappointed whenever he saw the pink bag that was removed at another table.

“Iya Darling,” sahut Ibu Citra no less lethargic.

“How can Pram give me a pink bag. Dikira mama this abg what,” grumbled Ibu Citra in heart.

“Am I taking this bad boy in exchange ya.”

The sumptuous menu on the table, tasted bland on Kailla's tongue. Since then he has wanted to protest at Pram. I want to forcefully grab that pink bag. But if he dares to do it, it is certain that Pram will nag him.

“Honey, can't swap my bag for my mama's pink one,” whispered Kailla on Pram.

“Try you negotiate with mama directly. Maybe if you ask carefully, mama will let her beloved bag fall on her favorite daughter-in-law,” said Pram slowly.

“Huh! Can't you help me? I'm pissed at you, how could I give that pink bag to Mama. Obviously you know my favorite color,” complained Kailla whispering, feeding food into her mouth.

“It looks like Stella misdivided it earlier Kai. I don't know knowing,” said Pram smiled cunningly.

On the other hand, Ibu Citra complained to Kinar. His eyes also constantly stole a glance at the tempting glossy black bag. She was already in love at first sight, when the bag was in Kailla's arms.

“Mama just try to invite Kailla exchange, who knows she wants.” Kinar gave me an idea.

“But mama is shy, yesterday just taught me war, the present must beg him,” said Ibi Citra, keeping prestige.

“Then, I can't help Ma,” continued Kinar, smiling at Bayu who glanced at him earlier.

The quiet atmosphere at the dining table that was created from the beginning ended violently when Pram stood up, hugging Mother Citra from behind

“Ma, thank you for blessing Kailla,” said Pram smiled.

“Originally you are happy,” he said gently patting Pram's hand which is now coiled around his neck.

“I'll give mama another gift,” said Pram peeked his mother's cheek.

His hand grabbed and grabbed the hand of Kailla who was sitting next to the mother.

“Ma, I want to apply for Kinar,” Pram said seriously and firmly.

All who were in the room set their sights on Pram, not least Kinar. Everyone was shocked, especially Kailla.

“You're serious?” ask Mama Citra, make sure.

“Yes, I'm serious,” replied Pram, smiling.

Kailla immediately pulled out her hand. Her tears came down, pouring down. Staring at Pram, who was currently even throwing away his gaze. Her husband who was a few seconds ago was still looking at her lovingly, but in an instant broke her heart into pieces.

“Sayang...” Kailla called Pram with tears.

“Is this Pram's revenge.”

Kaila was speechless no more. Just stare and keep looking at her smiling husband.

A different reaction was shown by Ms. Citra, who smiled patting Pram's cheek which is currently being spoiled with her.”

“Mama promises to love Kailla, your wife,” whispered Ms. Citra.

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To be continued

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