The President's Wife

Chapter 45: Lunch Supplies

Pram's feet stepped forward, pulling his wife who was already starting to get cold. The smooth hand was already whitened and wrinkled for too long playing with water.

“Honey, come with me. Let Ricko and Bayu help Sam,” Pram said, holding Kailla's hand, following her to the side porch.

“Sit Sweetheart,” command Pram.

He also pulled a chair for himself. Sitting face to face, talking to each other through the eyes. Kailla was silent, staring intently with her distinctive frown. Holding back the upset at her husband who had been collecting since.

“I went inside to take a towel for you, your hair and clothes are soaking wet,” Pram said. Trying not to anger his wife. Be as patient as possible, not wanting to dissolve in Kailla's emotions.

Pram went inside the house. It didn't take long, he had already returned with a white towel in his hand.

Just as Pram was about to help dry his wife's hair, Kailla had already squeezed her hand rough. Didn't allow him to touch long, wet hair.

“What don't you like, Kai?” ask Pram, be patient. His patience will further provoke his wife's emotions.

“Everything. Why work with Sam?” kailla complained, turning back. Staring cynically at her husband who looks calm.

“Kai, I've asked another assistant to help her. He does not need to wash all my sports cars,” Pram said with a slight bow.

“Listen, I also love Sam like you. Already, do not be angry again,” persuaded Pram, back dry his wife's hair.

“If you know this, I will not intervene wet with Sam,” grumbled Kailla.

“So, you're washing cars, getting wet just to melt your husband's heart?” ask Pram.

“I don't like you pranking Sam. Pity her,” Kailla said. His lips still gritted without being clear.

Pram smiled, already used to his wife's nagging. Even he had already memorized the words that Kailla was about to utter.

“Already Madam, later your lips get sexier,” Pram goda, his hands still look busy playing a towel on the long hair was scattered. Occasional screams are heard, because the hair accidentally attracted a wedding ring on the ring finger Pram.

“When did you graduate, darling? I can't wait to take you for a walk. We're going to a place you like,” Pram said again.

“Do we go now?” kailla's proposal is getting seduced.

The anger has died down already. His emotions drowned depending on how Pram treated him. Sometimes, Kailla's anger, not an actual anger, it's just a way to get her husband's attention.

“Only a week, will not interfere with my lecture,” continued Kailla, gave an idea.

Pram seemed to think. Kailla's idea didn't hurt. Or maybe they could leave next week. He was also impatient, in addition to his investment project, he wanted to keep Dion away from the thoughts of his wife who began to enter the CLBK stage aka old love has not been widespread.

“Honey, you didn't see mama?” kailla asked suddenly, pulling Pram's hand back to sit in front of her.

Somehow he thought of Mama Citra who some days did not disturb their lives. No matter how horrible the in-laws are, she's still Mama Pram.

“Maybe tomorrow or the day after I will visit him. No problem for you, right?” tanya Pram.

Kailla.

“Go only. As long as you remember the way home,” sahut Kailla origin.

Actually Pram is convinced, Kailla will not prevent him from meeting his mother. Semanja-sanjanya Kailla, there is one side best his wife. Kaila deeply values the relationship between parent and child. Kailla would never ask him to choose.

“I'm not as lucky as you. If I have a mama now, it could be mama Rania and mama Citra will be mutually pampered and we stay watching on the sidelines,” said Kailla terbahak.

“Can be. I also think the same,” sahut Pram agreed.

“Mama Rania couldn't possibly let her daughter be insulted by someone else. Surely he will come forward first to defend me.” Kailla says.

“Then there was a clash between them. And we just go in the room, make them sweet grandchildren. Hahaha...” continued Kailla was blown back, covering her face with both hands. His shoulders shook, just imagining it made him laugh. If that happens, it's ridiculous.

“You can imagine that my mama Citra's long hair was grabbed by my mama. Will scream or reply?” ask kailla nosy. His laughter broke again, reflected in his eyes, the in-law who was rolling up his sleeves, raising his fists.

“Already! It is not good to harass parents,” said Pram, asking Kailla to stop thinking about strange things.

Pram was stunned, staring at Kailla who was still holding back her laughter. His wife was still thinking of something ridiculous that could not possibly happen.

“Try smiling like this every day,” said Pram suddenly.

“Don't be angry. Don't like to pout at me,” continued Pram, pinching his wife's cheeks. After that put his forehead on Kailla's forehead.

“You know how many girls are out there, vying to present his most beautiful smile to your handsome husband,” Pram said proudly.

“It hurts Honey,” complains Kailla, rubbing both cheeks, not responding to her husband's closeness.

“Tomorrow, after college prepare lunch for me. I miss your soy sauce eggs,” pinta Pram.

Kailla nodded.

“Meet them in the office only. I'm gonna ask Dave. I really don't know.”

Kailla nodded back.

“Come here!” Kailla had already pulled out Pram's hand to stand in front of her. He himself was standing straight on the chair.

“Lend me your back, I haven't flown with you in a long time,” continued Kailla smiling, through a husband who was so obedient to her.

“I’m ready,” Kailla said when she had climbed her husband's back. Hugged Pram's neck so as not to fall.

“Okay Kai!” pram protests, momentarily losing balance.

“Mumpung you are still strong carrying me, in the next few years surely you will reason lumbago to reject me,” Kailla said chuckling.

“Honey, you made me do a lot of crazy things,” Pram chirps, bring his wife into the house.

While passing through the kitchen, Kailla is back on her feet.

“Stop-stop! I want to stop by for ice water in the fridge first!” her door, pointed her hand at the side by side refrigerator that stood firmly beside the kitchen shelf.

“Job Kailla. I'm half dead holding your body. You even want a lot,” protest Pram, start complaining.

“Bu, please get ice water in the refrigerator,” Pram command on Bu Ida who is cleaning spinach vegetables.

“This Sir,” sodor Ibu Ida, holding back laughter.

“Don't laugh Mom. Later he is more rampant,” said Pram.

Sam, who had just finished his sentence, bare-chested, went into the house. With the same goal, look for ice water in the refrigerator.

At the sight of Pram holding Kailla on his back, Sam's laughter broke.

“Good Non, avenge me!” chirp Sam.

If you need to ask to be carried around the complex, let everyone know!” ledek Sam, laugh again.

“Honey, put me down!” pinta Kailla's. Jump down and approach Sam.

“Honey, I went to work,” said Pram, leaving his wife who was talking to Sam. He has to call someone.

***

Next day..

Ricko was opening the car door, letting his employer in. Kaila had just come off campus, intending to go home to prepare her husband's lunch. But just as he was about to step into the car, a car stopped right next to his car.

“Kai, can you have a minute?” ask Dion, get out of the car.

“Dion? How did you get here?” ask Kailla smiling.

“Mother wants to meet, can?” ask Dion.

Kaila is confused, she has an appointment with Pram to bring her lunch.

“Look, I have to go home first. My husband asked me to make lunch. Besides I have permission with my husband first,” Kailla said.

“Send me the address, Dion. Later I will leave with my driver there,” continued Kailla.

“Alright, your phone number is Kai,” pinta Dion.

After giving her phone number, Kailla rushed into the car. She had to make lunch for her husband, then ask Pram's permission to meet with Dion's mother.

***

Kailla, already carrying a lunch bag containing white rice and soy sauce eggs ordered by her husband. Standing on the terrace waiting for Ricko.

“Rick, please deliver to Pak Pram place yes,” pinta Kailla, hand the lunch bag to his assistant.

“You've met this guy, Kai?” ask Ricko.

Kaillaa.

“I'm leaving with Sam. Later I will tell my husband directly,” explained Kailla.

Before long, two cars had already exited the gate of the house with different purposes. Ricko takes Pram's lunch to Sam's office to drop Kailla off at the address Dion just sent. Kailla repeatedly calls Pram's phone, but none of her calls are accepted.

“Darling, I have an appointment with Dion's mother. Your lunch I'll drop off at Ricko's. I called your phone but it wasn't picked up. Home meet with Mother Dion, I stopped by the office.”

Text messages are sent, even if only tick one. Kaila could breathe a sigh of relief, at least already sharing the news with her husband.

To be continue

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