The President's Wife

Chapter 51: The Resistance of Kailla

Kailla keeps calling Sam's cell phone. With hesitation, it settles out trying to strengthen itself from the fear that attacked it. He looked as if he was tightening the jacket that was wrapping around his body, walking up the stairs down slowly.

As his feet stepped on the last five steps, Sam's screams echoed. The sound of his voice was loud, bouncing on the walls of the room.

“Non Kailla!” his screeches.

Instantly makes Kailla surprised in the midst of her false bravery. His feet tripped over the carpet of stairs, making him tumble down to the ground floor.

“Hahahaha..!” Sam instead of helping, laughed while holding his turbulent stomach.

“Huh!” kailla's grunt was upset, her temple was sick, hitting the last rung of stairs. His buttocks were no less sore, rolling down through the five steps.

“Sorry Non, what's up calling me?” ask Sam.

“Sam, take me to my in-laws' house,” pinta Kailla, instantly pull Sam's hand following her out. Not giving his assistant a chance to ask further. Occasionally rub his temples and his sore buttocks.

“Non, what is not treated first?” sam asked, looking at the temple Kailla who began to look swollen reddened, hit the corner of the stairs.

“Already walk first, do not ask much,” pinta Kailla pull Sam's hand towards the car.

“What's in your in-laws' place, Non?” ask Sam wonder.

“My husband stayed there Sam. You remember, he was quieting me this afternoon and now he's not even coming home, staying over there Sam. I'll drag him home,” continued Kailla, annoyed.

Both are in the car. Many times Kailla asked Sam to increase the speed of his car. The more he looked at the clock, the more he panicked. His brain has gone everywhere, his mind has penetrated everywhere.

His hands were squeezing each other, panicking, worrying, and misgivings. Moreover, every time I remember the Kinar who lived there with his in-laws, his mind was getting more and more out of his mind. Anita's case used to be still clearly illustrated in her memory. She did not want her husband to be trapped a second time.

The car stopped in front of the gate. Security that does not recognize, immediately approached.

“Pak, I'm Mr. Pram's wife. Want to meet my husband,” explained Kailla, opening the car glass.

“Meet Mom?” ask security, make sure.

“Iya, can too. Please open the door,” command Kailla.

The car that Sam was driving had not stopped perfectly, Kailla had already jumped down from the car. Sam could only shake his head, seeing the behavior of his mistress. He chose to wait in the car, not wanting to get involved too far. Letting Kailla solve her own problems.

Geck!Geck!Geck!

Kailla knocked on her in-laws' door, knocking repeatedly. In the end it ends with a blow.

“Honey, it's me Kailla!” call Kailla, keep knocking.

“Ma, it's me, Kailla,” call him again after almost five minutes no one responded at all.

She was just about to bang on the teak door again, but suddenly Kinar appeared in her sexy nightgown. Kailla's eyes were getting bigger.

“Tante, where is my husband?” ask Kailla to barge in.

“Honey, where are you. Let's go home,” cried Kailla, getting panicked.

Silent.

Kinar looked at Kailla in wonder. Staring from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. Not yet had he answered, from the direction in appeared Mother Citra stared in wonder at her daughter-in-law.

“Wah, my son-in-law is having a nice evening like this. What's up Kai?” asked Mother Citra smiling cynically.

“Ma, I want to meet my husband,” Kailla said, trying to be more polite.

“Oh. Is my son fed up with his wife who can't do anything about this,” Mother Citra chirped, quipped.

“Ma.., I'm serious. My husband is here?” ask Kailla again.

“Nothing. She has been home since 08.00 pm,” said Ms Citra replied honestly.

Kailla was silent, staring at the two alternately, Mother Citra and Kinar. Turn staring out, into the yard. Panic keeps her brain from working, she forgets to check her husband's car which must be in the yard if Pram is staying here.

Deg—

There was no one's car. Except his car and the car of the in-laws. Kailla smiled.

“Ma, sorry I was wrong. I'm saying goodbye now. Sorry for interrupting my mama's sleep,” Kailla said, intending to kiss her in-laws' hands as an apology.

Mother Citra fluttered, not even caring.

“Sorry Aunt, I say goodbye,” Kailla said, smiling at Kinar, waving without sin. As if nothing happened. He just disturbed the house.

Mother Citra looked at Kailla's back which turned around, walking towards the exit.

“Kailla.. Rialis.. Aerospace!” Ibu Citra shouted, making Kaila stop her steps.

Turning around with a surprised face, looked at the Mother-in-law who was currently looking at him sharply.

“I'm waiting for these moments. When you dumped my son!” said Ibu Citra cynically. Walking closer to Kailla who was frozen in place of her standing.

“My program has thrown you away?” tanyakanya.

“Ma..,” said Kailla quietly barely audible.

“I'm sick of hearing Riadi's descendants call me mama,” said Ibu Citra.

“Why silent?” ask Mother Citra again. His emotions were mounting, reminded of a mortal enemy.

“You're surprised? How can I know everything.”

“Ma...,” whispered Kailla is getting slower.

“I need to mention your father's fault line. Oopss, you used to call him daddy, right?” ask Mother Citra.

The more Kailla looked silent, the more her frustration grew.

“Mama want what?” kailla asked trying to be polite, looking at Kinar who was standing still not far from them.

He's getting ready to run, if they're gonna do anything. It was also impossible for him to reciprocate his in-laws' treatment. However, she is Pram's mother, her husband.

“Oh.., would you negotiate with me?” haggar Ibu Citra.

“What do mama want?” kailla asked, there was not the slightest trace of fear in her eyes.

“Leave Pram, I might let you go,” said Ms. Citra.

Kailla smiled.

“If I don't want to. Mama want what?” kailla asked, starting to challenge.

“I will assume the past grudges between our families are over,” said Ibu Citra.

“I won't leave your son,” Kailla said, smiling.

“Don't you think, in here maybe there are descendants of the Pratama family,” said Kailla slylyly, rubbing the belly of her queen. Walk closer to her in-laws.

“You...!” Mama Citra began to provoke her emotions.

Seeing the courage of his son's little wife. Out of her expectations, she did not expect this spoiled girl who could not do anything, turned out to have the guts, not even being afraid of anything.

“Mama wants to match my husband with the actor?” tanya Kailla pointed towards Kinar.

“Mama don't dream!” kailla continued, smiling cunningly.

“If mom asks me nicely, maybe I'll consider it. But I'm afraid your son is going crazy, if I leave him,” taunted Kailla.

“You..outrage Kai!” mama Citra pointed towards Kailla.

“Mama is kind and polite to me, I will definitely do the same,” Kailla chirped.

“I'm sorry, Ma,” said to Kailla, turn around. But just stepping up, his hand was already blocked.

Platkkk!!

A slap landed smoothly on Kailla's left cheek. Pretty tight and gives the effect of heat and buzzing instantly.

Kailla was silent, just staring with a smile. Swiping the former slap that might have been flushed.

“Already Ma?” kailla asked, shaking. Holding back her crying so as not to come out.

“Still less,” asked Kailla thrust her cheek back, defiant.

Plakk!! A slap back, firmer than ever. Even this time it made his body balance waver.

“Just like this?” kailla smiled, licking the corner of her lips that seemed torn. There was a salty taste when his tongue touched there.

“I Kailla Riadi Dirgantara, daughter of Riadi Dirgantara. Apologizing for all my daddy's mistakes to the Pratama family,” Kailla said. Again the voice trembled, remembering the sins of his father's past.

“Mama can slap me as much, if indeed it can pay for my daddy's past mistakes,” Kailla said.

Just now Mother Citra was about to raise her hand back, but Kinar held her back.

“Ma, if Mas Pram knows mama hurt his wife, he will hate mama,” whispered Kinar reminded.

“This woman deliberately fished mama. He gave up, for his victory. Let go, Ma,” persuade Kinar.

“I'm serious, apologizing on behalf of my daddy,” Kailla said. Her tears were dripping, considering that even now, her daddy was lying in a coma, but still someone wanted to demand a reply to him.

“I say goodbye Ma,” said Kailla, wiping her tears that had come down. Forward, kissing the hand of the mother Citra who is squeezing, can not do anything.

I don't know what I thought of Citra. He just stared at Kailla unblinking. More precisely, he could hardly believe that a spoiled son-in-law who could usually only whine at his son could really be as strong as before.

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To be continued

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