The President's Wife

Chapter 47: The Wife Is a Custody

Ting!

The elevator door opened, looking like Pram was walking out in a hurry. With the hand holding the phone remains attached to his ear. Contact David, the assistant who was enjoying lunch.

“Dave, I have a little job outside. Just continue our meeting after lunch. I will follow the meeting on the way, just connect to my phone later!” pram's orders.

With a serious face, Pram ignored some greetings from the employees who passed by him.

“Rick, take me to this address,” Pram's orders, just as Ricko stood before him The handsome face was hiding in fear. Look at the phone screen of his employer carefully, considering the address in question.

***

Sam's car was parked in a Sunda restaurant, which is still located in the city center. That afternoon, the atmosphere was quite crowded, because it clashed with lunch hours. Luckily, Dion had already made a reservation in advance, so they did not have to queue to get a seat.

“Sam, you're not coming in?” kailla asked, looking at Sam who was silent behind the steering wheel.

“Guide me briefly inside,” pinta Kailla back.

“I'm not good Non,” reject Sam.

“Come, it will be more unpleasant if you do not come. I was afraid my husband was angry, thought I was flirting again with Dion,” explained Kailla.

With Sam forced to obey, following inside. But when his eyes caught Dion and his family sitting sweetly, his heart flowered when he saw the sweet girl sitting next to Dion.

Not to mention that the menu that has been presented on the table really matches his tongue. There are fried fish, complete with sambal terasi and lalapan.

Sam looked as though he was tidying his disheveled hair with his hands. Hoping that her simple appearance could make that cute girl fascinated.

“Mother..,” greet Kailla, directly hug Mother Dion with a sparkling face.

“Nak Kailla..,” greet Mother Dion no less hysterical, returning the hug tightly. For more than four years they have not met.

“Added beautiful daughter Mother,” she said gently patting Kailla's cheek.

“Ah, Mom could have,” chirps Kailla, take off her hug. Next kiss Dion's father's hand.

“Mr, how are you?” ask Kailla.

“Good.. sit down, son,” said the smiling father considering the only girl who bought him a suit of shirt and pants.

“Hai, Dian. You're a big boy now,” says Kailla hugged Dion's sister for a little while.

Following behind him, Si Sam who greeted one by one members of the Dion family, consisting of Father, Mother and her sister Dian. Dian's turn, he deliberately extended his clutches until he got a hot pat from Kailla.

“This is Sam right?” ask Dion's mother to make sure.

“Iya Bu,” said Sam smiled, occasionally stealing glances at Dina.

After a shaman and a longing-for-hugging event, Kailla and Sam join in. Sit around the round table that has presented various food menus. Kailla chose to sit next to Dion's mother, flanked by Dian, so she could freely share her story with women who had been considered her own mother even though their meeting was only a moment.

“Your husband is not coming?” tanyanya gripped Kailla's hand.

“My husband is still in the office. Next time I'll take her,” said Kailla smiling.

The woman was once disappointed when she found out that Kailla already had a future husband. But what he can do, his son is not a match with the sweet girl he likes.

She still remembers vividly, when Dion asked her blessing to express her feelings for Kailla. Back then, she was very supportive of her son, but her decision ultimately left Dion disappointed.

Even until now, Dion had never brought a girl home again, introducing her to them. And after four years had passed, it was still Kailla who was invited to meet them.

“Kai, did you order food?” bargain Dion.

Kailla.

“Sam?”

“I.. would.” Sam did not continue his sentence, the phone in his pocket shook. After seeing who contacted him, his heart immediately dag dig dug.

“Non, I'm outside,” say goodbye Sam, raised the phone in his hand. Tell him that someone's calling him right now.

Sam decided to wait in the car. Just now he sent their current location to Pram. I don't know what's going to happen, but Pram should understand enough, right now Kailla's not alone with Dion.

But I'm meeting with Dion's family. Even if noticed, it is very rare for the two to engage in conversation. The chat is dominated by Kailla and Dion's mother.

***

Pram is still staring at the phone screen, seriously following the meeting. His hunger disappeared shortly after reading a message from his wife.

Either he is overreacting and fearing for things that are possible to others sounds ordinary. His wife had only met her friend, but she was so panicked and worried, even choosing to leave the meeting.

Whether married to a woman who is far below her age makes a sensation like this. He must always feel inferior and not confident when dealing with friends Kailla who is his age.

In fact, he often felt fear for the unstable soul of Kailla. To be honest he himself could not guess what his wife was like. Terlau often makes turmoil and chaos, covering his true identity.

Before long, their car breaks into a restaurant, Ricko is seen circulating views looking for Sam's car which should be parked in that place as well.

“Pak, we have arrived,” said Ricko, looking back. Tells his employer about their whereabouts.

“No Sir, it's Sam's car,” Ricko said pointing towards a white parked car not too far from their place.

“OK, you can go home now,” command Pram, get out of the car and approach Sam who is asleep in the car.

Geck!Geck!Geck!

Pram tapped on the partially open car glass. Surprised Sam who was slumbering, sat behind the steering wheel.

“I-iya Sir,” said Sam was surprised, suddenly Pram's serious face was clearly visible nearby, only blocked by the car glass.

Pram chooses to wait in the car, giving Kailla a chance to finish her meeting with Dion's mother.

“A long time ago, Sam?” pram asked, leaning on his tired body.

“Not too. Mr Pram not going inside?” ask Sam wonder.

“No, I'm just waiting here. Let me know, if they're out of the restaurant,” pinta Pram closed his eyes, with his hands folded in his chest.

I don't know how long it was, Pram was almost sound when Sam woke him up.

“Pak, they're out,” call Sam.

Pram rubbed his face with both hands. She's asleep. His eyes were fixed on Kailla who was tightly hugging the arm of a middle-aged woman with her pot, exiting the door of the restaurant. Behind him followed Dion who was talking to a man of his age. There was another little girl out the most recent.

Pram opened the car door, stepped out while tidying up his suit. Walk towards Kailla.

“Good day,” said with a heavy voice. Surprised everything.

Kaila shut her mouth, almost in disbelief. The man standing in front of them was her husband.

“Honey,” greet Kailla, approach and embrace Pram's arm.

“Siang Mr. Pram,” greet Dion smiling.

“Father, Mother, this is my husband,” Kailla said, inviting Pram to stand closer.

“Honey, this is Father and Mother Dion,” continued Kailla, introducing.

It looks like Pram is hand-picking both of them. There was a sense of hesitation in Dion's eyes, when he suddenly saw the presence of Pram, in their midst. Unlike the Pram, which looks ordinary and relaxed.

That man is very good at mastering circumstances. His facial features and body language were much different than when he left the office, which was full of anger and disappointment.

After the brief introductions, they returned to the car. Pram could see clearly, how familiar the wife was with Mother Dion. Even Kailla did not hesitate to hug and indulge with the middle-aged woman.

“Nak Kailla, this is for you,” call Mother Dion, back. Handing over a food box.

“This is Bu?” ask Kailla wonder. Dion just took the box from his car

“That's your favorite combro,” says Mother Dion, smile.

“Ah...thank you,” sahut Kailla, hand the food box to Pram's hand. Hugged Mother Dion tightly.

“Later I have to play to my house. Can Darling?” kailla asked, looking at her husband.

Pram nodded and smiled.

***

Pram and Kailla are back in the car. Since entering, Kailla looks cheerful, her voice without stopping to tell her meeting with Mother Dion. Unlike usual, Pram chose silence, not even responding to all his wife's words.

“Darling, you why?” kailla asked in astonishment, without feeling guilty.

Pram closed his eyes, chose silence. His face was confusing and unpredictable. Not angry, but not as friendly as usual.

“Sam, I hope you're not married. You should learn to take care of yourself, cook, wash clothes. Must be able to do all the work of a wife,” said Pram suddenly.

“Good sir,” said Sam, not so understand the purpose and purpose of his employer. Choose to stay focused on the steering wheel.

Kailla was no less confused either. From then on he spoke until his mouth was tired, Pram did not react as usual. But at this time, her husband gave a line of advice to his assistant. He said he had nothing to do with the conversation since.

“Darling, you why?” kailla asked, repeating.

“Listen to Sam, you should be able to be independent. Do not rely too much on your wife even if you are married. Because the wife is a daydream. If not taken back by God, must have taken another man,” said Pram. Wishing his words and jealousy all the way to his wife.

***

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