The President's Wife

Chapter 55: Meeting Mama

Pram was still standing staring at the skyscraper that was clearly drawn from the large window of his apartment. His hands were folded on his chest, with a focused look forward. He occasionally glanced at Kailla. His wife was sobbing a little, with a hand that was several times seen sweeping the water droplets on the cheeks.

He had to let go of his embrace. After nearly fifteen minutes, Kailla's cries did not subside but instead grew.

“Darling, you seriously don't want to tell me? You know, I know everything.” Pram said, changing the direction of its establishment.

At this moment he was already facing right towards his wife, forgetting the sight of the capital that was plastered for real from the balcony of their room.

Kailla raised her gaze. Since then he had just lowered his head, sitting on the sofa calming down.

“Tell me, why hide it from me?” ask Pram again. Sit down, face each other.

The burly hand was still folded neatly on the chest, with the left leg resting on the right leg giving the impression of the dashing Reynaldi Pratama. Yup, he is still faithfully waiting for answers that come out of the thin lips of the wife.

“I.. I don't want you to fight with mama.”

Kailla looked down.

“I know what it's like not to have a mama,” whispered Kailla in a vibrating voice. The water fell back.

“But you have to tell me. Whatever it is,” cut Pram.

Pram put down his cell phone containing a recording of the incident that night. Slowly on the table, right on the side that his wife could clearly see.

The footage was playing back, scene after scene that happened between Kailla and her mother. Even how many times the slap had occurred, it was recorded clearly.

Kailla is flabbergasted, shocked to realize that Pram really knows the details of the incident. What he was thinking about right now was one person. She had to make sure and save this man from her husband's anger.

Without a second thought, Kailla ran towards the door. The door of the room had only opened in half, when Pram held it back and closed it again.

Brakk!!

“Where are you going?” pram asked astonishedly, not expecting Kailla's unusual response.

“I'm going out, honey. I'm worried about Sam.”

Pram chuckles.

“You punished him again?” ask Kailla, pointing.

“That was my fault. There is no connection with Sam,” Kailla said, pleading.

“You dare to come out in these thin sleeping pajamas. I'll strip you now!” pram Ancam.

Kailla was stunned, hurriedly looking for her jacket.

“My package last night where?” kailla asked, spreading her gaze. Looking for a jacket that was worn yesterday to cover her sleeping pajamas.

“Mandi now, Kai! I've asked Sam to bring clothes for you,” Pram explained, grabbing Kailla's body and slowly pushing her back to rush to the bathroom.

“Do not soak. I have to go to the office in a moment,” explained Pram, reopening his suit. Throw originals over the bed. Now that she was staring at her reflection in the makeup mirror, the neatly shiny white shirt was now smashed apart by Kailla's cries.

Take off one by one the buttons of his white shirt while walking out of the room.

“Sam!” call Pram. He was already standing in the dining room, looking at Sam and Bayu who were enjoying a cup of coffee and jam bread.

“Iya Sir,” sahut Sam hurriedly stood up.

“You brought how many sets of shirts for me?” ask Pram. The upper part of his body was already exposed, showing off a torn bread belly and a field chest that stole out of an already unbuttoned shirt altogether

“Still there, Sir.”

Without waiting for the order, he had already run with a paper bag containing Pram and Kailla's clothes.

“This Sir,” sodor Sam.

From the kitchen, Ibu Ida came out carrying a tray containing a cup of coffee and fresh milk for her employer. Strap it neatly on the table.

“Morning Sir,” greet Mother Ida, down.

“Oh, I'm coming here?” ask Pram wonder.

“Iya Sir, I have been out of order here for a long time. So all of you come,” sahutnya explain the purpose of coming to the apartment.

Pram nodded. From inside the room was heard the sound of Kailla's scream. Loud and uncompromising.

“Honey! where's my outfit?” kailla shouted, only to see his head sticking out behind the door.

Pram hastily carrying a bag containing clothes to his bedroom,

“This!”

The paper bag was dropped on the bed. Unable to open it yet, the towel-clad Kailla had already pushed him, taking over. Disassemble the contents of the paper bag with the origin. Throw rough top clothes, for the sake of looking for her clothes arranged at the bottom.

“Darling, my shirt why dumped out?” pram asked annoyed. Re-picking his scattered clothes.

There's no answer. Kailla's still ruffling. Her hand only stopped when she touched the pink dress that Mother Ida had prepared for her.

Pram was still staring in annoyance, but Kailla seemed to not care. She took off the towel in front of her husband.

“Do not mess!” threatening Kailla, when she saw the grinning smile on her husband's lips.

“Hahahaha! You are the one who bullied me, Kai,” said Pram, smiling.

“Wolf proffered fresh meat will not refuse, Kai,” continued Pram again, back teasing. He threw his shirt.

Kailla immediately shuddered, as Pram stared at her innocent body from top to bottom. Hurry up wearing her pink dress, how to escape the best by dressing immediately.

“Hahaha.., I haven't had time to prank you. Otherwise, I am not sure I will let you off the hook today,” continued Pram, continuing to get dressed again.

***

The two had walked out of the apartment lobby, waiting for his assistants. Pram who is still carrying a red paper bag containing their dirty clothes is seen trailing behind his wife.

“Kai, I have to go to the project, after that I will see my mom,” Pram said while checking the message sent by David on his phone.

“You're not going to campus?” pram asked again, still busy with his phone.

“No! I won't let you go to mama's place!” kailla said with a ketus. His face pouted with his hands folded on his chest.

“I have to finish everything with mom. I can't let him hurt you continuously,” Pram said.

His eyes were on David's message. His assistant seemed to be overwhelmed with problems on the project.

“Have not been angry again,” persuade Pram, after saving his phone back.

“Let it be mama. I don't want you to see him. Can for a while not see mom,” pinta Kailla.

“After this, I won't see mom until she treats you well. Yes?” Pram.

Kailla was silent, still reluctant to answer.

“Come on, this time only. After this, I promise I won't see my mom again, if you don't let me,” Pram's plea, with a clear look.

“If you meet mama, there is mama will hate me even more. I'm tired of hearing mama's insults,” complained Kailla, a little softened.

“Honey, listen to me. I can't accept mama hitting my wife's pretty face,” Pram, rubbing her cheek.

“So I need to have a serious talk with mama,”.

“Come Darling. I'll be home soon tonight. We go watch. Hows it? Never been, right?” tawar Pram's.

Kailla still did not want to answer, but Pram had already grabbed the sculpting body. While tipping warm his wife's forehead.

“I love you. Don't be angry again, don't frown again.”

“Must go home quickly!” kailla said, still upset.

“Iya.., get in the car now. Sam is waiting for you,” said Pram, immediately opened the door of the car that had just stopped in front of them. Mother Ida was sitting inside.

The cup! A brief kiss landed on Kailla's lips.

“Do not be naughty. Go straight home. I will call you later,” said Pram, putting the red paper bag that has been in his tenteng it on the lap of his wife.

Kailla nodded.

***

The car driven by Bayu has entered the yard of Ibu Citra's house. Pram was seen coming down from the car, tidying up his suit before walking towards the terrace of the house.

Geck! Geck! Geck! That streak ended after Kinar opened the door and smiled in Pram's welcome.

“Mas..,” reply.

“Please enter!” kinar continued.

“Please call mama!” pram's orders, choose to stand outside. Refusing to enter the house.

Seeing Pram's cold demeanor, Kinar could already guess. Even before Pram's arrival, he was already certain that the man would come to their residence today.

Pram was gazing towards the courtyard, as Mother Citra appeared from the inside of the house.

“Pram, you come Darling,” greet Mother Citra, trying to look ordinary.

Just now he was about to touch his son's arm, but Pram retreated, refusing to be touched.

“We need to talk seriously,” Pram said staring at Kinar, as if rejecting the presence of Kinar in their conversation.

“We talk in the mama room only,” invite Ibu Citra, trying to be as gentle as possible. It's not that he doesn't know what his son means here. Since last night he has been preparing.

“We're talking here, Ma,” reject Pram.

“Please ask the woman to come inside the house, Ma. He doesn't deserve to be among us right now. He's a nobody in our family,” Pram orders. He did not even want to call Kinar's name.

“Pram what the fuck! Mama doesn't matter you don't want her in our conversation. But why should you hurt her with your words just now.”

Pram laughs.

“I just don't think of him as a member of our family, mom already doesn't accept. Especially if I slap him twice,” said Pram.

“Jawab I Ma. What would you do if I slapped Kinar now?” ask Pram.

“Pram.

***

To be continued

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