The President's Wife

Chapter 52: Pram Anger 1

Kailla came out of her in-laws house with an annoyed grunt. Several times to stomp the legs, vent the stifled emotions, which did not have time to channel in there.

Get in the car, slam the door hard. Sam who was almost asleep behind the steering wheel, his heart seemed to jump out hearing the sound of a loud door slam.

“Huh! If it wasn't for my in-laws it was my husband's mom, I would have snapped it up!” gerrutu annoyed.

“Hahahaha! What words did you just say Non. Your in-laws must be your husband's mother,” said Sam again laughing.

“Do not be noisy! I'm being emotional. Being angry!” kailla grumbled back, punching the seat back in front of him.

“Then where is Mr Prammya?” ask Sam wonder. Their destination was here to pick up Pram, but instead came back empty-handed.

“I don't know where he is. But nothing here,” Kailla said in a vibrating voice. Holding back crying and upset.

“You cry, Non?” joking Sam, laugh again. He doesn't know the slightest thing going on in there. Especially in the middle of the darkness of the night, he could not see clearly, how shattered the face of the master. His cheeks were flushed with small cuts on the corners of the lips, equipped with swelling at the temples due to a fall from the stairs while at home earlier.

“Tante that, deliberately do not want to find because of me. Though my hands are already itching to scratch his face,” continued Kailla again, considering Kinar who stood still, supporting her in-laws.

“If faced with the old actor, I make sure I will not budge!” continued again. Clenching his hands, punching the backrest of the chair that Sam occupied.

“There is no husband you hold back, can be more totality yes, Non,” said Sam who has very memorized the behavior of Kailla since long ago.

“Your in-laws are missing, Non? Why don't you fight him like always?” ask Sam wonder. It is not usual for a Kailla to succumb to others, except when dealing with Riadi and Pram.

“My Daddy is guilty of him, let alone his mother my husband, I can't fight him,” Kailla said upset.

Back Sam was broken. It's been a long time not seeing Kailla fight or make a mess. If before marriage, almost every day he had to contact Pram, to stop the quarrel of his employer.

In the past, just because of a bag or shoes alone, did not rule out the possibility for Kailla to fight, war mouth even to the jambak-jambuk in the middle of the mall. If you meet people who are aligned with it, it is certain that it will end up secured by security.

Even Pram had almost ended up in the police station because of Kailla. Just because the seizure of a shoe ends in the parking lot of the mall. Until Pram and her husband are asked to come to secure their respective spouses. For that Pram who is still serving as Deputy Director must leave his important meeting.

“Easy to vent her frustration, Non?” sam asked, after a long time no longer heard the voice of his master. Kailla had already been silent after venting her emotions. Close your eyes, lean on the chair.

Kailla shook her head, remembering daddy. The only family left in this world. Actually not the only one left behind, since birth he only had a daddy.

I want to cry, every time I go to the hospital I see the same view. Daddy never woke up again 3.5 years ago. No more pecking on his forehead or pats on the tops of his head. No more accompanying him breakfast with strawberry jam wheat bread or chocolate.

Daddy exists but like there isn't now. However, out there the sins and mistakes of daddy are still mentioned and counted by his enemies.

“Non, so we go home now?” ask Sam, run the car back.

Hening—

Sam couldn't hear any answers, but as an assistant who had been following Kailla for quite a while, he had memorized every single one of her employer's mannerisms and desires.

Slowly pull out his phone, trying to contact Bayu. However, none of his calls were connected. Bayu's phone could not be reached. Want to contact his employer directly, his guts shrivel.

Just as he was about to throw his phone over the dashboard, his gaze was fixed on the message that had not been read.

“Sam, Mr. Pram told me he's not coming home tonight. There are problems with the project. Mr. Pram went back to his apartment. Have Ibu Ida and Ibu Sari sleep in the big house accompany Non Kailla.”

Sam turned. Whether the master was asleep or not, but seemed to have started to get exhausted with the emotions and anger that drained his energy and energy.

Without asking, he drove his car to Pram's apartment. At times like this, Kailla needed a place to cry or complain of her frustration. And the best place since the old days was Pram.

Only Pram can make Kailla a submissive. Only Pram can temper his emotions.

***

Pram decided to return to his apartment, which was not too far from the project location. At least tomorrow morning, he can return to the project before going to the office.

“Bay, have you reported Sam?” pram asked, massaging his dizzy forehead thinking of so many victims because of the negligence of the field people.

“Already Boss,” said Bayu, focus with the capital streets that remain crowded even though almost midnight.

“I need Donny to help me. He has been with Riadi for a long time,” Pram said.

“Good Boss!”

“Make sure in this week Kailla doesn't go to the office just yet. I do not know what the impact of this incident will be like,” continued Pram again.

“Sepekarkan Bos?” ask Bayu, astonished.

“I don't know. I just feel the need to take care of my family,” Pram said.

Bayu vehicle, has entered one of the luxury apartments in South Jakarta. Before marrying Kailla, Pram lived here. Even after marriage, he still had time to bring his wife to live a few days in his apartment.

While heading to the basement parking lot, Pram's eyes catch the end of Kailla's car that is circling looking for an empty parking lot.

“Bay, stop! Isn't that my wife's car?” tanya Pram, hold her seat. Pointing to the left side, the block difference with their car.

“Looks Boss,” says Bayu. Step on the brake pedal, and let Pram get off the car.

The dull-looking, tired man ran over, stopping Sam's slow-moving car.

A tire squeak that rubs against the cast floor makes a loud noise. Sam did not drive his car at full speed, but the sudden appearance of Pram in the middle of the road, quite surprising him.

“Pak..,” greet Sam, open car window. Greet the Pram who walked up to him.

“Why are you here? Something happened to my wife?” tanya Pram who doesn't know anything, strafing Sam with many questions at once.

“Non...” Sam's words hang, instead Kailla's already opened the back door. Exit the car with a much different face while at her in-laws' house.

Missing is fierce Kailla. Kailla is so strong and has a loud voice in front of Ibu Citra. The tears she had been holding back since then, instantly poured out.

Pram shifted his eyes. Pram was surprised to see Kailla's face. There was a cut on the corner of his wife's lip, complete with swelling in the temple she used to kiss.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" pram asked, grabbing Kailla's body. Wiping a wound on his wife's face

His wife did not answer, just hugged him tightly and cried loudly.

"Tell me, what happened? Who made you like this?" ask Pram to panic.

Deg— Sam was surprised, he had not noticed Kailla's face since earlier. The lighting in the parking lot of Ibu Citra is too dark. He can't see anything.

Pram's face changed, tired that had whack his body immediately vanished. Change the anger.

“Who hit you?” ask Pram again. Forcibly taking off his embrace, in order to observe the wound on his wife's face carefully.

“Who hit you? Tell me!” pram said louder than ever. Hearing her husband's loud and firm voice, Kailla did not answer even more crying.

Again she hugged her husband tightly with a shaking body.

“SAM!!!” yell Pram. Broke his anger.

Trouble came so hard all day, he could still endure his patience. But when he saw his current wife, he was already unable to control himself.

Sam shriveled, even confused. Kailla's feeling was still so great, swearing and nagging. But why is it suddenly crying like a baby.

“Your history this time, Sam!”

***

to be continued

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