The President's Wife

Chapter 53: Primal Anger 2

"Brah!!" pram shouted, still hugging his wife.

Sam hurriedly stood in front of Pram, staring at the back of Kailla who was hugging her husband while crying.

"For the longest life I live in line that momongin Non Kailla every day. It should be from the house that her parents-in-law can cry like this, so I can't possibly take her to see Mr. Pram. If this is the case, I'll be sprayed again!" grumbled Sam in heart.

What's going on?" pram asked, staring intently at his wife's assistant. His tone weakened slightly, not as hard as before.

His brain was sane again, realizing they were in the apartment parking lot.

"Ma-af, I-I don't know sir. I-I just me.."

"Honey, I want to sleep" Kailla said in between sobs. Still with the face buried in the burly chest of her husband.

With her forced to stop Sam's sentence, she did not want Sam to complain to her husband.

It was also wrong to come to the house of his mother Pram. His mind was back, it would all be long until her husband found out. In fact, Pram has said clearly, not to come or marry each other with his mother at this time.

Pram was astonished, Kailla's cries suddenly stopped. Right now he could stare clearly at his wife's flushed cheeks, a former hand slap.

"Come, let's just stay here tonight" Pram asked. His hands were tidying up the jacket wrapped in his wife's satin nightgown.

"Why come out in this thin shirt" complained Pram, tidying up the messy hair that covered his wife's face.

His hand was already clutching Kailla's fingers, inviting her into the apartment building.

Kaila turned around, looked at Sam and coded the assistant to shut up. Not telling her husband anything.

Sam nodded silently, raising his thumb a sign of understanding his master's intentions.

"Darling, tell me what's going on?" pram asked, when they were in the elevator.

Bayu and Sam chose to stand in the back, unwilling to disturb the two.

Kailla nodded, refusing to answer. In his little heart he already wanted to complain and shout, but he hesitated. After all after this surely the relationship of mother and son will break apart with a piece of sentence coming out of his lips. He knows how important Pram's relationship is with his mother.

"Don't tell me?" pram asked again, still continuing to seduce gently. Letting the now Kaila tightly hug her waist.

"I fell down the stairs" Kailla said briefly.

"Ah, how can it be?" pram asked astonishedly, touching the temple that began to turn blue.

"That's because Sam surprised me," Kailla fought.

"Sam, are you raping my wife again?" pram asked, stroking Kailla's flushed cheeks. His gaze did not change from his wife's face.

"No-no sir." Sam answered with a stern answer.

"After this we should talk to Sam. I have to treat Kailla's wound first" Pram asked, just before exiting the elevator.

***

Pram took Kailla into the room. It has been almost four years that this apartment is no longer occupied. Pram left it empty without occupants. He didn't even rent it out like his other apartments.

There are a lot of memories here. Their marriage began here. He could not possibly divide this important place with others.

"Honestly, what happened? Who hit you?" pram asked, crouching in front of Kailla who was sitting on the side of the bed.

He had just finished rubbing the medicine on his wife's face.

"none. Sam's responsible for all the wounds on my face. He's the one who can't take good care of me" Kailla said, throwing the blame at Sam.

"I don't believe you" said Pram, opening one button at a time. Throwing the origin of his clothes until left behind a t-shirt in.

Still trying to smile, make his wife comfortable and willing to open up, share stories with him.

"I'm going to sleep, too" said Kailla, throwing her jacket. Switching conversations. He was already lying hugging the bolster.

"Well, I'll see Sam first!" said Pram casually, turning towards the door.

Deg-

"Darling, accompany me to sleep, yes" Kailla persuaded. Hugged Pram from behind. His hand had slipped in behind Pram's shirt, wiping the chest of the field with the touch of his finger.

"Don't tease me Kai," refused Pram, gently hitting Kailla's mischievous hand.

"Come on, accompany me to bed," coaxed Kailla. However, for now, he has to hide it from Pram.

If her husband finds out, he will only be told to sit sweetly at home as usual. This time he would face his in-laws head on. The real problem isn't with Pram but with daddy. That means it's his business too.

"Just sleep, not for others" Pram said.

"Come, come here," asked Kailla to drag Pram to lie down on her.

"Darling, don't scold Sam yes" asked Kailla, hugging her husband.

"She accidentally made me fall down the stairs" Kailla continued.

"This includes not severe. I fell from the second floor rolling down to the first floor" Kailla said exaggeratingly.

"Imagine it, I should have been facing the Powerful One" Kailla continued.

"Why talk like that?" ask Pram wonder.

"No, I'm just telling you how horrible it was. Thankfully there was Sam. Don't you scold him."

"Because of you, I'm home alone. If it's night, outside the room it's terrible, dear" Kailla continued.

"Yes, I'm sorry. There's a problem with the project" Pram explained. Gently rubbed Kailla's back until her wife fell asleep.

***

After making sure his wife is asleep, Pram settles out of the room to see Sam. He was not sure of Kailla's words. There must be something his wife is hiding.

"Brah!" call Pram.

Kailla's assistant was sleeping on the sofa. Not far from Sam, it appears Bayu is also sleeping in a sitting position.

"Brah!!" call Pram once again in a louder voice than before.

"A.a.a.a-what's the matter, sir?" sam said stuttered, woke up suddenly while collecting lives that were scattered everywhere.

"What happened to my wife?" ask Pram. Already turned his waist, staring intently at Sam.

Sam was standing with a stagger. Let alone to answer Pram's question, to stand firm even he still needs time.

"I don't know Sir. I also just found out that Non Kailla's face is full of wounds" said Sam, rubbing his eyes.

"What's your job all day? My wife was already battered so, you still said that you didn't know!" nagel Pram's.

"How to say it. I swear, I don't know. Really Sir," said Sam again.

"SO WHAT'S YOUR JOB!" pram's yelling is getting upset.

Sam was standing trembling. Confused what to answer.

"Where'd my wife go back from my office?" ask Pram again.

"That's not going anywhere, sir," said Sam lying for Kailla's sake.

"BAY!!" yelled Pram, startling Bayu who was still asleep.

"Him-yes Boss!" sahut Bayu stammered, standing down beside Sam.

"Go to David's unit, have him check Kailla's car anywhere all day!" pram's orders, made both his assistants shrink.

"I asked again, answered honestly. Who slapped my wife?" ask Pram. Standing in front of Sam. Patted heavily on Kailla's assistant's shoulder, taking a few steps back.

Bayu had already run out to David's unit which was in the same apartment. He was just as scared of Sam. Looking at Kailla's bony condisu, there's no way Pram would release Sam that easily. If he's wrong just a little bit, he can get his sap.

"Sa-I seriously don't know anything sir."

Plakk!!

A slap landed on Sam's face. Right on his left cheek. The answer did not know that came out of Sam's lips, immediately provoked emotion.

"Who hit my wife?" ask Pram to repeat.

Sam was really confused, he himself did not know what was happening inside the Citra Mother's house. If he knew, he would have chosen to answer honestly at this moment.

"I swear, I don't know sir. Seriously, I'm not lying" said Sam terrified, pointing the hand with the index finger and middle finger to form the letter V.

"Jawab no longer knows!" gertak Pram with clenched hands. His jaw line is hardened. Veins on the neck, out and out showing anger.

Pram was ready to return for a second slap, but Sam prevented it.

"Tung-wait, sir. You can change the right one, sir. The left one still feels pain" said Sam, cupping his left cheek with his hand.

"SAAM! I'm not playing around!" pram said seriously.

"Sorry sir, I brought Non Kailla to where Ibu Citra was," said Sam bowed.

Pram sighed harshly. Still staring intently at Sam, took out the smart phone in his hand. Check the cctv connected to the Citra Mother residence.

***

to be continued

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