The President's Wife

Chapter 40: Who Is He?

A few days later..

While the conflict between mother and daughter and daughter-in-law subsided. Whether it subsides forever or temporarily, only God knows. For a few days, everything seemed fine. Sometimes Ibu Citra still contact Pram, just exchange news, although not once mention the name of his son-in-law.

The relationship between Bayu and Kinar has not been a continuation and bright spot. Kinar has not yet given an answer to Pram's impromptu proposal.

The morning was the same as Sunday morning usually in the residence of Reynaldi Pratama. The two house assistants, Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari were already busy in the luxurious kitchen, complete with aprons and combat equipment. Not much different from the gardener, who began to work since the sun was still shy to appear on the eastern horizon.

All four assistants, can be a little relaxed because the employer does not go to college or to the office. Bayu, Sam, Ricko and Donny have been sitting on the edge of the dock enjoying the breeze of the morning accompanied by black coffee complete with fried cassava. Rumored new aides next door newly arrived from Majalengka, adding to the row of wrestlers and assistants of the luxury housing complex in the north of Jakarta.

Security forces have changed shifts, seeming to run small after finishing the morning apple ala-ala complete with uniforms and baton.

The last of the Mr and the Lady of the house, who were still wrapped around the blanket, hugged each other. Share the warmth and comfort, as if not disturbed by the noise from outside the house.

Pram, the owner of the house, seemed to be disturbed by the sound of an alarm set by his wife. That loud sound that disturbed the sleep actually made his blood rise instantly. Just about to nag, but just like he had already retracted his intention. Scolding Kailla threatened to receive a layered punishment. Besides not getting a good morning kiss, she will also have a hard time getting a good night's moss’atan.

“Kai, wake up Darling!,” call Pram, shake the body t’a deep beside him.

“Hmmmm,” murmured Kailla. The most frequent reaction arises when awakened from sleep.

“Your alarm is noisy, darling,” continued Pram, slipping face to the nape of Kailla. Exhaling a rough breath, making the hair bristles bristling for a moment.

“Ah....! Babe just interrupt!” kailla grouse, when her husband's naughty hands have explored everywhere. Explore hills and continents, passing valleys and ravines.

“It's weekend, darling. No problem we wrestle until the afternoon, there will be no one to disturb,” said Pram. Pram's nosy hands can't be conditioned, creeping everywhere.

With full of compulsion, Kailla must rise from her sleep. Choosing to continue to enjoy the comfort of the bolster, means that it must be ready to serve Pram's lust again. A man who always uses the excuse of a baby to get what he wants.

“Honey, where are you going?” pram asked, finding Kailla who was already standing up and reaching for her underwear and nightgown lying on the floor.

“I want to cook first. Didn't you ask me to learn to be a good wife, ” said Kailla smiled nosily, rushed out of the room, made an original midget on her long hair.

Before long the sound of the closed room door ended in silence. The troublemaker has gone downstairs, ready to tear down the kitchen area. The territory of the queen duo that will soon be dissolved by the hostess.

“Bu, let me cook for you today!” kailla orders, leaving the kitchen duo shocked and agape.

Mother Ida who was cleaning the fish immediately released it into the sink. Ibu Sari who was slicing vegetables would fried rice for breakfast almost cut his own finger. Sam who happened to be gulping water immediately choked, as a form of shock and protest over the crazy idea of the employer.

“Non, don't hear wrong right?” ask Sam, get close to Kailla. Make sure his hearing is not wrong.

“Iya Sam,” sahut Kailla with confidence.

Sam's brain goes on its own. However, he had to save the whole house from an event that no one would want. Saving the lives of many.

“Non, shouldn't Non sit just sweet here?” bargain Sam, pull back Kailla who was prepared with her apron.

Takes his master to sit in the dining chair, follows sitting. Giving the code to Ibu Sari and Ida's mother continued their duties as soon as possible, before the little troublemaker his employer's wife regained consciousness with her noble intentions, cooking for all the inhabitants of the house, and then cooking for the rest of the house,

“It's beautiful this way, later if the nails are scratched or the hands are not smooth anymore, how?” talk to Sam, smile.

Kailla looked at Sam, her eyes looking annoyed. It's not that he doesn't know Sam's wits want to stop the action.

“Enough Sam! No need to decorate here! I will stick to my original intention. This is direct instruction from Mr. Pram who wants a beautiful wife sweet and not arrogant this can cook like a celebrity chef in tivi-tivi,” snapped Kailla, accompanied by a buzz at the table ala omay, omay, content creator reviews his favorite foods.

Sam shrieked, immediately shrinking when the name Pram was mentioned. Choose retreat, complain to friends to prepare themselves. But his steps stopped when he was about to walk to the door, passing by Pram who was dressed neatly, a line-motive shirt and his gray jeans.

“Morning Sir,” greeting Sam, down.

“Kailla where is Sam?” ask Pram, stop for a second.

“In the kitchen sir, said Sam to be squeezed.

It has been imagined in the mind Sam will be a guinea pig back as before.

Without giving an answer, Pram had already passed leaving the annoyed Sam alone.

“No wife, no husband. The behavior is the same. Never thank you for every information!” grouch Sam. Walk back to the edge of the dock, sharing important info related to their food menu that today will be cooked directly by the hostess.

“Darling,” call Pram, hug Kailla from behind, kiss slowly nape naked that from a distance alone has teased him.

His wife was cutting up beans. On the right side of the cutting board looks a piece of tempe in the shape of a box.

“What are you cooking, Honey?” tanya Pram, tighten the winding on Kailla's waist and stomach.

“Nation uduk.”

Kailla answered briefly, not responding to Pram's treatment. She is currently serious about her cooking show.

Pram's view turned to his wife's right side. Not far from Kailla, Ibu Sari and Ibu Ida were standing in a ready position while smiling, watching Kailla who was processing food and Pram who was spoiling.

“You can come out!” pram's orders, flick his hands.

“Eits... stay here only Bu!” kailla orders, for a moment both his assistants will step away.

“I need them, Honey. I don't want to see the internet anymore. I have always failed. I need them to shout me the steps to cook good and true nasi-sut. Maybe this way is more powerful,” continued Kailla.

“Hah?”

Kailla was astonished, looking back. Staring confusedly at her husband. It's not usually Pram doesn't support her cooking. Normally, Pram would be a hurrah team for him every time he planned to cook.

“Go to the room, clean yourself. I'll cook for you today,” pinta Pram, pecking at his wife's cheek that still smells of pillows.

Kailla said, removing the apron and throwing it on the top of the table.

“Darling, I want pasta. You will not be able to make rice uduk!” pinta Kailla, turned around before climbing the stairs of the house that drove her to the second floor.

“OK!”

Pram's hand had already grabbed the pot and pasta in the closet. She hasn't cooked for Kailla in a long time.

“Bu, please tidy up all my wife's work, later just resumed again,” Pram command. Both of them moved immediately. Afterwards, leave the kitchen, letting Pram finish his cooking alone.

“Honey, still not finished?” kailla asked, suddenly appearing before Pram. With a neat look, sat sweetly across the stove, holding her face with both of her hands resting on the table.

“Come!” take Pram, move the ready-to-eat pasta onto the plate.

“Done!” pram smiled, staring at the plate of pasta that was ready in his hand.

“Honey, you didn't eat?” ask Kailla wonder. There was only one plate in Pram's hand, no other plate.

“No, I have an appointment with Bara,” Pram said, putting a plate of pasta on the table, followed by Kailla trailing behind him.

“Bara?” Kailla made sure to return, while sitting down to enjoy the pasta made by her husband.

“Iya, Bara wants to come here. Just contacted me, he said he had come here,” said Pram, standing beside Kailla, with his hands resting on the dining table.

“Enak?” ask Pram.

Kailla nodded, smiling. Put a roll of pasta and melt the cheese in his mouth.

“Honey want?” bargain Kailla, thrust the next roll of pasta into Pram's mouth.

“Kai, I asked Bara to renovate the room for us on the first floor,” explained Pram, after swallowing the pasta feed his wife.

“For what?” ask Kailla wonder.

“I don't want you to have to go up and down stairs while pregnant. Especially if your stomach is getting bigger, it will certainly be more difficult.”

Kailla said, not asking further, choosing to spend the most delicious pasta in the world. Because the pasta was made by her beloved husband,

“Kai, take your time. We consult the doctor again,” said Pram, smiling, gently rubbing the hair Kailla neatly.

Kailla had not had time to answer, Mother Sari's footsteps shifted the gaze of the couple's husband and wife.

“Sorry Sir, there are guests for you. Waiting on the front porch.” Sari's mother told me

“Oh yes, prepare drinks for my guests Bu,” command Pram.

“Darling, I'm ahead. Looks like it's Bara. After spending your past, follow me,” Pram, patting gently on his wife's cheek.

“Iya..,” sahut Kailla smiled. Even her husband had already rushed away, not waiting for her to answer.

***

Pram rushed out to the terrace of the house, meeting the guests he had been waiting for since.

“Bar.!” sapa Pram, looking at the back of Bara and the fellow who went with him. The two were admiring the beauty of the garden in front of Pram's house.

“Hai Pram! How are you?” greet Bara, hugging a friend who has not met for a long time. Lately they were too busy, not exchanging news. Moreover, there has been no joint project since the past year.

“Oh yes Pram, meet my new assistant. Kevin has been half a year is not my assistant anymore,” said Bara introduced a young man who has since noticed Pram with a smile.

Deg—

Pram was surprised, staring in disbelief. He knew clearly who this man was. But how can the world be this narrow, making them come back face to face. A figure he hadn't seen for a long time. But this time it's different. Pram's view turned to two luxury cars parked in his yard.

Just now Pram was about to thrust his hand to greet, from inside the house appeared his wife. Kailla was no less surprised, stunned at the handsome figure standing beside her husband's best friend.

“You...”.

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To be continued

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