The President's Wife

Chapter 5. Mi Longevity

After college, Kailla didn't go to a bookstore. He asks Sam and Ricko to drive him home.

The streets of Jakarta that afternoon were quite densely creeping. Right at the intersection of the red light, their car had to falter due to traffic jams at the intersection. Vehicles that do not want to budge each other, in the end make everything can not run perfectly.

“Rick, we go home only!” pinta Kailla with a bright look. She herself is confused what to give gifts for her husband, Pram.

“Good Kai,” replied Ricko, briefly. Still focused on driving, occasionally stealing glances at his employer's wife from the rearview mirror.

“Sam, my husband is having a birthday. About given what gift, yes?” kailla asked, patting Sam's shoulder sitting next to Ricko.

“Hah! He can be a birthday too, yeah,” Sam chirps.

“Indeed, you think what my husband is!” gerutu Kailla was upset.

“What year's up?” ask Sam, briefly. Still lazy to think and answer.

“Dobel four,” sahut Kailla brief.

“It's old too, yes!” sam said, smiling nosily.

“Jeez Sam. If you don't want to help answer, you should be quiet. Don't insult my husband constantly,” Maudo Kailla's grow increasingly upset.

“Non, that's an indisputable fact!” sam didn't want to lose.

“I just asked what gift. Not asking for my husband's age opinion,” Kailla's nag.

“Lah, need to ask age dong. The gift must be adjusted to age,” said Sam.

“Masa Pak Pram bought a car-mobilan or hotwheel. That's my purpose to ask age,” continued Sam again reasoned.

Plaque! A hard blow, hitting Sam's shoulder.

You've loved to drop my husband!” grouse Kailla.

“Search that Mr. Pram doesn't have, Kai.” Ricko has argued. Trying to mediate between the two who always argue at all times.

“Pak Pram has everything. Even if you want to add another wife can still. Just a kid who doesn't exist. Yes, kan ... Non?” ask Sam, looking for justification.

“Again why not get pregnant anyway, Non? Later Pak Pram investment to other places,” said Sam suddenly, let out his curiosity.

“Bad you, Sam. I asked the gift problem, why until the problem of adding a wife and child was discussed,”, said Kailla upset.

“Have ... given that gift only, Non,” Sam said.

“What gift?” kailla asked confusedly.

“Baby's sister. If Non is still not pregnant, give a gift of a new wife to Mr. Pram,” said Sam, chuckling to see the change in the look of Kailla's face that was suddenly creepy.

“Lazy, ah! Go to bed first. Until home please wake up, yes,” pinta Kailla held back upset.

Sam glanced at the back seat, looking at the leaning Kailla while closing his eyes.

At home, Kailla throws her bag on the dinner table. He was still upset by Sam's words.

“Why, Non?” ask Ms. Ida who is preparing the ingredients for dinner.

“My husband's birthday, I don't know what to give. He already has it all. Just don't have children,” Kailla said following Sam's words.

“Yes, already, given a baby only to Pak Pram,” said Ms. Ida, smiling.

“Again, pity Mr. Pram if you have to wait for Non Kailla. Mr. Pram is old. Should soon have a grandson,” continued Bu Ida.

“Why Non Kailla won't get pregnant? I'm going to finish college soon, right?. Pregnant from now on, Non.” Mother Ida said again.

“They don't know, my husband who doesn't want me to get pregnant, Kaila's inner”.

“Not so, Mom ..." Kailla said.

Kailla did not continue her words, she recalled Pram. Whatever the story, it's a matter of home. Kaila chose to keep her mouth shut.

All this time, she was trying to get pregnant. He wants it more than anyone. He hopes the news of his pregnancy will make Daddy wake up from a coma soon.

“Bu, I want to cook,” Kailla said slowly.

“Non ... what do you want to cook?” ask Ms. Ida.

Kaila grabbed her bag lying on the table. Take out his phone, look for the right food menu to celebrate Pram's birthday.

His face turned bright, from the beginning pouting. Smile etched on the lips.

“I cook noodles long life only,” said Kailla. Smiling stared at the array of ingredients needed for cooking.

“Still a lot of time,” murmured again, staring at the clock on his wrist just showed at 14:00 pm.

***

Setting foot in her bedroom, Kailla recalls Sam and Bu Ida's words about her pregnancy. For almost four years she struggled to get pregnant. There was a lot of disappointment that he had to swallow, but could not do anything about it.

Pram, though never refused, but never wanted to grant it. Kailla herself does not know for sure, so far Pram reasoned for the sake of her college. But now he is almost done with his studies. It should not be an excuse anymore.

The foot had just stepped towards the walk in closet, as the phone in his bag rang. Run in a hurry and immediately lift. Kailla knew without looking. There was only one name that always contacted him.

Prams.

“Yes, darling,” say hello to Kailla so stick square and thin objects it's ears.

“You're home?” ask Pram from across.

“Already. Just wanted to change clothes,” sahut Kailla, dropped his ass on the mattress.

“Ha! Shutdown first. I just video call,” said Pram, excited.

“Ti-no!” reject Kailla.

“I'm not in the mood to wait for you,” continued Kailla.

“Why you?” ask Pram suddenly. There was something strange about his wife's voice. Kailla's tone sounded unusual.

“It's okay. Oh yes, go home soon. I'll cook for you,” pinta Kailla.

“This time you don't make me a guinea pig anymore, do you?” tanya Pram.

“No, Dear. I cooked specially for you,” Kailla said, carving out a smile that even Pram couldn't see.

“Good. I'm working first. Maybe I'll just go home for dinner, yeah. I have to go to someone's place,” Pram said.

“Hmm ... uh, where are you going, darling?” kailla asked suddenly, only realizing Pram's sentence. The focus was lost, because the mood was not too good.

“Someone wants to celebrate my birthday too,” replied Pram, trying to answer as honestly as he can.

“Who? Your fans again?” ask Kailla to laugh.

“He-em ...” Reply Pram, briefly.

“But I'll be home soon,” pram said.

“Alright, if it's too late. You slept outside!” threaten Kailla laughs.

“There won't be a gift for your birthday this time,” Kailla continued.

“Siap, Mistress. Love You,” Pram said before deciding on his call.

“Love you, too,” says Kailla. Throw the phone over the bed, then lie there.

***

The car that Bayu was driving, had just entered into a luxury housing. Before long the car was parked neatly in front of a modern minimalist two-story house.

From the direction of the gate, the guards ran over, opening the back door of the car.

“Sore, Sir,” said, nodding at Pram.

“Sore ...” Reply Pram. Hurry into the house without knocking first. His mother knew he was coming. As usual, the main door will not be locked.

Just as Pram was pushing the door, from the inside direction appeared Kinar smilingly greeted him.

“Mas,” greet Kinar, smile.

“Where's the name?” ask Pram without returning a smile. Passing women who have dressed up beautiful than usual. Pram could see, today Kinar was wearing a dress and polishing his face, different from usual.

“Mama out for a while,” says Kinar, tailing behind Pram.

Pram immediately turned around, staring intently at the woman who was standing down, slightly frightened.

“Sorry Mas, Mama went alone with the driver. Mama won't let me come,” said Kinar.

***

Tbc

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