The President's Wife

Chapter 38: Application For Bayu

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.

Kailla tearfully, immediately stood up. Just about to step away but Pram hugs her from behind all of a sudden.

“Let go of me!” kailla said loudly, still with a stuck sob. Try to be strong and as strong as possible. Don't want to look weak and trampled.

“You don't want to keep me? Only this much do you trust me,” whispered Pram, getting rid of the strayed hair, peeling the exposed nape gently and deeply.

“Do not cry, your tears, make my heart hurt,” continued Pram, tightening his embrace.

Ms Citra, the twilight-aged woman looks ordinary. Even if Pram wants to beat his wife at this time, he doesn't care. There are important things that make him happy.

His gaze could not be separated from Kinar who wore the same smile as him. A happy smile, without caring about the cries of other women.

“Mama can smile happily, when my wife cries?” shock Pram suddenly. Standing in front of them with her hand tightly gripped Kailla.

Deg—

Both Ibu Citra and Kinar were shocked back. The smile was now flat. Only Bayu still looks ordinary. Bayu knows his boss very well.

“You mean Pram?” Ibu Citra asked, a little surprised even though in the heart there are still remnants of happiness.

“Would mom be as happy as she is now, when your husband or my dad does the same. Applying for another woman in front of you! Can mommy be this happy to respond?” pram asked looking at the two. Kinar and Ibu Citra alternated.

“And you, will you smile as you point out now, when your husband proposes to another woman before your own eyes?”

Pram smiled sinisterly looking at the two women who were bowed in front of him.

“Maybe you can accept or your reaction is even more miserable than my current wife. But all you need to know is that my wife's heart is not as big as the ocean. And I'm happy, at least she's still crying for me right now. Pram is still precious enough for her" continued Pram, wiping away the tears that kept flowing down Kailla's cheeks.

“Your path is Pram, what do you mean apply for Kinar? If you drop it in the end!” The first sentence that came out of Mother Citra's lips after her son's long speech.

“To wake you up and wake you up, Ma!” continued Pram.

“Just think about whether you can be sincere if you are in the position of my wife! When my mom said accept my wife, bless my wife. But my own heart is still forced, still wishing I could be with another woman. What kind of blessing does Mama mean? How long will a fake smile last for my wife?”

“Tell me! What Kinar has and does not have my wife. I will try to make it as similar as Kinar,” Pram continued.

“Pram why it's like this. Hasn't everything been okay since?” Ibu Citra asked weakened, not as hard as before.

“Not okay, just looks okay. And I don't like it when mama plays like this!” pram Sahut.

“Mama does not want to sincerely bless my wife. Why we are okay. If everything is just fake.”

“Pram, enough! Why should humiliate mama and Kinar in front of others,” said Ibu Citra staring at Kailla.

“Hahaha..even mama considers my wife someone else! Though she who will give birth to my children where will flow the blood of mama also in it, gave birth to the successor of our surname.”

Pram's view turned to Kinar, staring intently at the woman who had been considered his own family because of the services of having cared for his mother all along.

“And you! what kind of woman are you!” tuding Pram, staring cynically at Kinar.

“Mas, forgive me.” Kinar said, with teary eyes.

“No other men? Until having to take the property of others?” ask Pram.

“Sorry, I love you” said Kinar slowly, not knowing his shame. His common sense is gone, especially before he was presented with a friendly scene of a man he loved with his wife.

Kailla glared straight at him, throwing out Pram's hand. Stepping forward, ready to battle with Kinar. If Pram had not prevented it, he would have grabbed Kinar's hair and dragged him down the street.

“Honey let it go. He's showing where he is,” prevent Pram.

Pram massages his temples. Look at her silent mother since.

“Ma, I seriously applied for Kinar for my assistant, Bayu. I personally don't even agree, my best assistant gets a girl like Kinar. But mama wants to make her my wife!”

“Quite Pram, don't embarrass Kinar!” said Mama Citra, hard.

“Pram, you know clearly the reason and my promise to Kinar is well in advance before finding my son.”

“Then let's just say your son is dead, Ma. That way, you don't feel like breaking a promise,” said Pram casually.

Mother Citra shook her head. Since yesterday he has learned to accept and accept Kailla. But it is heavy, especially Pram's wife is far from the ideal daughter-in-law he expected.

“From now on, I won't ask mama to bless my wife. Forget about ever having a son like me. I don't deserve to be your son.”

Mother Citra raised her gaze. Looking at his son. This time she was crying.

“Even you choose him over mama?” ask Mother Citra make sure.

Pram shook his head.

“I didn't choose, Ma. Mama who asked me to leave my mama's life.”

“Pram, don't be like this,” ask Mom Citra.

“Never set foot in my house without my permission. Never steal to meet my wife without my knowledge.”

“If you want to see me, mama can come to my office,” continued Pram.

“Pram, you cut ties with your parents just because of your wife?” I asked Citra, crying.

“No, you remain my mother. But in reality my mom and wife won't be able to get together. So you better not get to know each other, not get close to each other. For what, if in the end hurt each other and will make me and Kailla increasingly look like a child of disobedience.”

“Pram why is it like this?” asked Ibu Citra, stroking the chest.

“I'm still your son, but I'm also Kailla's husband.”

Mother Citra was speechless anymore, just crying and hugging Kinar who was sitting next to her.

“My lawyer's pocket will see my mom. I'll transfer all ownership of the company to mama.”

“No, mommy won't. Mama just want mama's son!” reject the Mother of Image.

“Mama calm your mind first, accepting me means having to accept my wife. Good and bad, its advantages and disadvantages.”

“My wife can't do anything, exactly can't do anything. Not able to cook, not able to take care of the household, not able to take care of her own husband, not even able to be a good wife.”

“It's not fair that mama compares it like that. But at least he's honest, when he likes, he'll say he likes. When she doesn't like it, she won't give you a fake smile.”

“If mom needs you?” ask Mother Citra.

“If I have time, I will see my mom or mama can visit me to the office,”

Pram breathed a heavy sigh.

“I just want to take care of the hearts of both of you. For now, my mother and wife should be in their respective places. Not to disturb each other and not to hurt each other.

“Entai until when, but I hope there is a day when mama sincerely and bless Kailla.”

Pram took his wife by the hand, but at the door he turned again.

“Ma, my application was serious. Bayu is serious about Kinar, just think about it. I will guarantee his life. If Kinar receives it, the house that you live in and the facilities I will transfer to Bayu.”

There was no answer, and Pram opted out of the restaurant.

“Honey, my pink bag,” whine Kailla when she is outdoors.

“Already, I will buy a dozen bags like that for you,” said Pram smiled, blinked his eyes.

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